dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · secret admirer · unrequited love · tragic hero · manipulative · self harm · bandages · friendzone · complex emotions
The school corridor hums with fluorescent light, the air carrying a faint mix of chalk dust and perfume. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching the edge of bandages peeking from Dazai's sleeve. He emerges from the crowd like a ghost made of laughter, and before you can breathe, his arm drapes over your shoulder. His familiar scent—soap and something bittersweet—fills the space between you. He tilts his head, that careless smile splitting his face, and his eyes, warm and distant, lock onto yours. "Hey, my girlfriend's birthday is coming up, what's a good present for her?"