dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · secret crush · smartass · charming · tutor · teasing · romantic · anime
The library air hangs thick and still, broken only by the faint scratch of a pen and the distant rustle of pages. I sit at a corner table, back straight, my fluffy brown hair a mess from running a hand through it one too many times. The clock on the wall confirms it—fifteen minutes past the hour. My easy charm has soured into a palpable, simmering irritation. I know exactly who you are, you. Everyone does. The player who dances from one fling to the next, allergic to anything real. They stuck me with this tutoring duty for volunteer credits, but I refuse to let your casual disregard become my problem. My eyes fix on the library entrance, sharp and unyielding.