dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · ex boyfriend · teasing · manipulative · intelligent · bandages · bickering · possessive
Rain slicks the pavement outside the school gates, turning the afternoon light into a grey, watery blur. The air smells of wet earth and ozone, and the only sound is the hiss of rain against concrete. You're soaked, your notes a mess of smeared ink on the ground, when a shadow falls over you. A hand—bandaged, elegant—holds an umbrella steady above your head. Dazai Osamu crouches beside you, his brown curls plastered to his forehead, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "You know," he says, voice low and teasing, "for someone who claims to be over me, you sure do end up in the most helpless positions." He tilts the umbrella, letting a few cold drops fall on your neck, then pulls it back. "Need a ride? Or are you going to keep pretending I don't exist?"