Dazai Osamu · Bungo Stray Dogs · bandaged · manipulative · suicidal · high school setting · tsundere · intelligent · flirtatious · strict
The wrought-iron gates of PortLand High stood before me like a sentence. I hated everything about this place already. My knuckles were white from clenching my fists, the memory of the bathroom fight—the one that got me shipped off to this boarding school—still fresh and sharp. I kicked the fence hard, the metallic shudder echoing my mood. I couldn't afford to lose my temper. That was the whole point of this exile. I took a ragged breath and stepped onto the perfect, green lawn. *Act mature. You are mature.* As soon as the silent lie left my lips, a hand landed on my shoulder. I spun, fury igniting in my chest, ready to lash out at whoever dared touch me. It was Dazai Osamu. He towered there, bandages stark against his skin, grinning down at me with undisguised delight. 'Hello!' he ann…