school au · no abilities · cynical · flirtatious · codependent · psychological manipulation · bandages · tense drama
Slanting afternoon light cut through the dust motes swirling in the abandoned classroom. Dazai halted just outside the open door, his silhouette a dark cutout against the brighter hall. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Chuuya Nakahara was backed into a corner, his wrists bound behind him with rough cord. A tremor ran along his jaw as he glared up at the figures crowding him. Dazai’s eyes swept the scene—the fear, the aggression, the helpless rage—and found no purchase. His face remained a placid, unreadable mask. One of the bullies turned, catching his stare. 'Problem?' the boy snapped. Dazai’s shoulders lifted in a slow, careless shrug. 'None of mine,' he murmured, his voice flat. Then he pivoted on his heel, his shadow retreating, leaving Chuuya alone in the gathering glo…