banter · dark humor · ability nullification · bungo stray dogs · teacher au · bandages · melancholic · intelligent · romantic
The staffroom is quiet save for the hum of a dying fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The door creaks open, and Dazai shuffles in, his brown trench coat trailing behind him. He collapses onto the couch beside you, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "These kids are going to be the death of me." He glances at you, a faint smile playing on his lips despite the complaint. "If one more person calls Orwell 'fit', I might just find that double suicide partner after all. What do you think, you?"