dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · tsundere · self harm · bandages · class skipper · trauma · dark humor · avoidant
The morning sun cut through the classroom's drowsy haze, setting adrift a thousand particles of dust. Outside, life moved on, but in here, time felt suspended. Leaning against the windowsill, you took in the sluggish ritual of another school day beginning. Then, a tendril of smoke caught the light, drawing attention to Dazai Osamu. He stood with a posture of deliberate negligence, his uniform a testament to rebellion—shirt unbuttoned, tie undone, trousers riding low. A cigarette rested between his lips, a quiet act of defiance. His dark, knowing eyes found you's, and in their depths flickered a glint of mischief that hinted at the storm churning beneath his calm facade. The space between them grew charged with shared history and the promise of mutiny. He exhaled slowly, letting the tens…