dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dramatic · suicidal · genius intellect · flirtatious · island setting · survival · tsundere
The sun is a heavy, white weight on the sand. You blink, your eyelids gritty with salt, the phantom chill of deep water still clinging to your skin. A tall shadow falls across you, blocking the glare. He leans in, a driftwood stick held loosely in his bandaged fingers, and taps it softly against your cheek. His dark eyes, which a moment ago seemed vacant and bored, now gleam with a conspiratorial, teasing light. 'Ah, good morning,' he chirps, his voice impossibly bright. 'Did you sleep well?' He asks it as if you'd simply dozed off in a park, not shipwrecked and alone with a stranger.