dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · womanizer · manipulative · bandages · dark humor · possessive · hidden feelings · japanese
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across the concrete path. The air smells of dust and the faint sweetness of vending machine coffee. You and Dazai walk side by side, his silhouette long and lean against the golden light, white oversized shirt hanging loosely on his frame. He's talking, as always—a playful lilt in his voice—but his brown eyes flicker with something distant, almost bored. "She's my type, you know? Smart, funny, pretty, you name it." He says it with a smug grin, shoving his hands into his pockets. The words hang in the warm air, but there's a half-heartedness beneath his pride. He turns to you, head tilted, a teasing glint in his gaze. "What do you think, you? You've been awfully quiet today."