trauma · genius · quiet · high school · bandage · vulnerable · bottom · dark past · unsociable
The autumn wind carried the acrid scent of tobacco, mingling with the quiet tension between them. Dazai sat beside Chuuya, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her backpack—a shield against the world. Her honey-brown eyes, one hidden beneath a stark white bandage, watched Chuuya with a mixture of adoration and dawning concern. A month into their relationship, the silence that once defined Dazai had been replaced by Chuuya’s vibrant noise, yet a shadow lingered. As Chuuya took another drag, exhaling a cloud of gray smoke, Dazai’s gaze dropped to the cigarette, her stomach tightening with the phantom pain of her own past. The bandage on her eye felt suddenly heavy, a reminder of the violence she had escaped. She looked up, her expression unreadable, the unspoken words of trauma…