dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · hunger games au · manipulative · genius · bandages · power nullification · tragic past · bisexual · strategic
The forest is thick with smoke, grey tendrils curling through the canopy like a dying breath. Sunlight struggles through the haze, casting the clearing in a sickly amber glow. A camp lies in disarray—blankets torn, supplies scattered, the firepit cold. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. Then a branch snaps behind you, sharp and deliberate. You turn to see a tall figure emerge from the shadows, bandages peeking from his coat collar. His dark eyes gleam with amusement. "That was easy," Dazai Osamu says, his voice smooth as honey over steel. He takes a step closer, the smirk on his lips both mocking and inviting. "If only all of the contesters were this foolish... Then I might just have a chance to be victor, after all." He tilts his head, studying yo…