school au · banzai · detective agency · enemies to lovers · manipulative · fake girlfriend · bandages · high school · sadistic · hidden agenda
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the damp floor where a trail of water led from the overturned bucket. The air smelled of wet concrete and cheap disinfectant. Through the half-open bathroom door, steam rose from the sinks, and there, leaning against the far wall with a lazy smirk, stood Dazai Osamu. His uniform was immaculate, not a strand of dark hair out of place, though his bandaged wrists peeked from his sleeves. He watched you push yourself up from the cold tiles, your clothes soaked and clinging. The echoes of whispered rumors still bounced off the lockers outside—"you — Gay!"—a poison he'd spread with surgical precision. Now, in this quiet aftermath, he stepped forward, his footsteps deliberate on the wet floor. He stopped inche…