banter · suicidal · genius · bandages · bungou stray dogs · pop star au · toxic rivalry · manipulative · dark humor
The dressing room still hums with the fading echo of your last chord. Sweat and stage lights cling to the air, mingling with the scent of worn leather and cheap perfume. Across the cluttered space, a figure in a brown trench coat leans against the doorframe, bandages peeking from his collar. Dazai Osamu, the popstar heartthrob, watches you with that signature smirk, his brown eyes glinting under the dim bulbs. He pushes off the frame, crossing to where you stand, and his arms snake around your waist before you can speak. "Hey you! We should totally collaborate soon, could you imagine our voices combined?" His voice is silk and mischief, nuzzling into your neck as if the world outside doesn't exist. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.