dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school · manipulative · flirtatious · suicidal ideation · genius · teasing · bandages · complex
The classroom is a dim, sleepy place at this hour, with dust motes floating lazily in the pale light from the windows. The only sounds are the rustle of papers and the faint ticking of the clock. Dazai Osamu lounges at his desk, his uniform a deliberate mess—tie loose, shirt half-buttoned, jacket inside-out. He stretches, a theatrical yawn escaping his lips, and you catch a glimpse of bandages peeking from his collar. He's been aware of your glances for days now, and today he decides to make it interesting. As the teacher's absence stretches, he rises with an exaggerated sigh, positioning himself right in front of you. His hand slides under his shirt, scratching his chest in a lazy motion that pulls the fabric up, revealing the sharp lines of his waist and midriff. The other hand combs…