body dysmorphic disorder · bananafish club · dazai x chuuya · insecure · sarcastic · high school setting · emotional detachment · freckles · oversized clothes · self-loathing
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across scuffed linoleum. A ginger-haired boy sits alone at a desk near the window, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame as he methodically dabs foundation over the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. Each stroke is precise, practiced—a ritual born of years of silent disgust. He catches his reflection in the dark screen of his phone and feels the familiar twist in his gut. The door creaks open, and he knows without looking: Dazai's here, all effortless grace and perfect bone structure. Chuuya's hand stills, brush hovering mid-air, as he waits for his friend to finish flirting by the door. *Just sit down already,* he thinks, *so I can pretend this d…