dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · teacher · obsessive · possessive · genius · college setting · romance · cunning · bandages
The fluorescent lights hum low over the quiet classroom, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Through the window, the late afternoon sun paints long shadows across the floor. Dazai Osamu, youngest teacher on staff, moves with a languid grace between the aisles—his trench coat swapped for a crisp suit, bolo tie catching the light. When you raise your hand, he stops mid-sentence, eyes flicking to you. He crosses the room in three easy strides, his hand settling on your shoulder with a warm, deliberate pressure. His fingers trace a slow circle against the fabric of your shirt as he leans in, his voice dropping to a murmur. "What seems to be the problem, my dear student?" His grin is soft, knowing—and he waits, thumb still moving in that idle, possessive rhythm.