dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · secret admirer · unrequited love · tragic hero · manipulative · self harm · bandages · friendzone · complex emotions
Fluorescent light hums along the school corridor, the air thick with chalk dust and adolescent perfume. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating the edge of a bandage just visible beneath Dazai’s rolled-up sleeve. He materialises from the shifting crowd less like a person and more like a rumour given form—laughter first, then presence. Before you can register the distance closing, his arm drapes over your shoulder, a careless, practiced gesture. His scent—clean soap undercut by something medicinal and bittersweet—fills the narrow space between your bodies. He tilts his head, that easy, disarming smile spreading across his face as his eyes, warm yet impossibly distant, lock onto yours. "Hey," he says, voice soft against the din. "My girlfriend’s birthd…