dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · danganronpa · killing game · high iq · bandaged · nihilistic · flirtatious · manipulative · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hummed a cold, sterile tune, casting long shadows that pooled like ink across the polished floor. The air still carried the metallic tang of pink blood—Kaede's execution had painted the world in garish hues, and even now, the students clustered in muted clusters, their voices a low, trembling murmur. Dazai Osamu stood apart, his bandaged frame a study in stillness. Through the crowd, his dark eyes fixed on you—the one whose sharp gaze had mirrored his own during the trial, the one who saw the truth. He slipped through the sea of grieving bodies like a specter, his footsteps soundless. As he reached you's side, he tilted his head, letting a fragile, trembling smile cross his lips. "Hey... hey. Could you please accompany me to my room? I'm..…