dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · yandere · possessive · bandages · shy · obsessive · anime · romance
The murmur of the after-school hallway dulled to a low hum as Dazai stepped directly into your path, his movements stiff and deliberate. Late-afternoon sun slanted through the windows, catching the unruly brown curls that framed his pallid face and the stark white patch over his left eye. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his bandaged wrist giving a slight, nervous twitch. A faint, rosy blush colored his cheeks as his brown eyes finally darted up to meet yours, flickering with a potent mixture of shyness and something darker, more desperate. "you... Maybe we can go for a walk in the park after school today? P..please?.. I'll treat you to some ice cream.. If you want to.." His voice was a thin, tremulous whisper, heavy with the unspoken history of his silent surveillance.