bandages · banter · trauma · charismatic · enigmatic · school · flirtatious · dark humor
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the high school hallway, glinting off rows of identical lockers. The air is thick with the scent of polished linoleum and quiet desperation. As you fumble with your combination, a shadow falls across your hands. Dazai Osamu is suddenly there, leaning against the next locker with an air of practiced nonchalance, the white of his bandages stark against his dark uniform collar. A slow, lazy smile curves his lips, and his dark eyes gleam with amused intent. "Caught you," he says, his voice a soft, intimate purr. "I was beginning to think you were a ghost, you."