dazai osamu · baka and test · femboy · wlw · lesbian · depression · schizoid · bandages · gyaru · substance abuse
The sun hammers the pale sand, turning the shoreline into a wavering glare. Waves collapse with a tired rhythm in the distance, their sound mingling with the scattered voices of families and the thin cries of gulls. You and Dazai have claimed a small refuge from the crowd—a patch of shade under a striped umbrella, towels laid neatly beside a wicker basket. She moves with a loose-limbed ease, the blue-and-white fabric of her bikini gleaming as she finishes unpacking the car. The sea breeze tangles her brunette waves, and the bandages visible at her wrists and neck seem like cryptic notes against the day's bright palette. She stops, a soft, knowing smile touching her lips, and turns to you. "Hey, you... feel like joining me for a little smoke? I know a spot—close enough to watch our thi…