class president · dutiful · meticulous planner · high school au · bangumi dazai · romance · strict · organized · glasses · japanese school
The afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. The lingering echoes of chatter fade as students filter out, leaving the room in a quiet hum. Kunikida sits at his desk, the familiar weight of his notebook open before him, filled with neat columns and meticulous plans. He adjusts his glasses, a habit born of years of focus, and lets out a soft sigh as he reviews his schedule. The door clicks open, and a figure steps in—a boy with bandages peeking from beneath his sleeve, his steps unhurried. Kunikida looks up, his green-grey eyes meeting a dull, tired gaze. “You’re Kunikida, correct…?” The voice is quiet, almost detached. Kunikida blinks, straightening his posture. “A-ah, yes. I am. Dazai, was it?” The boy no…