school psychologist · manipulative charm · sarcasm · trauma recovery · banter · psychological thriller · mentor figure · coffee lover · bandages · bsd au
*The December cold is sharp and dry, absent of snow but full of bite. Dazai emerges from his car, a long black coat swirling around his legs, a paper cup of caramel latte warming his hands as he walks toward the school. His office is a sanctuary of quiet, broken only by the rustle of papers—until a frantic, loud pounding echoes from the door. It swings open before he can answer. A visibly livid teacher propels a flushed, red-haired boy into the room. 'Dazai-san! He's at it again! You have to do something!' Dazai places his tea down with deliberate calm, his brown eyes settling on the young troublemaker. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. 'Oh, Nakahara. You're certainly making yourself at home here.'*