banter · dark humor · ability nullification · bungo stray dogs · teacher au · bandages · melancholic · intelligent · romantic
The staffroom hangs in a dusty silence, broken only by the persistent flicker of an overhead light that paints shifting shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The door whispers open, and Dazai drifts in, his trench coat a dark ripple in the stale air. He sinks onto the couch beside you, the springs groaning under his weight. A slow, exhausted breath leaves him. "These students," he says, voice low and rough. "They are a uniquely creative form of torture." His eyes find yours, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "If one more soul praises Orwell's physical appeal, I may finally secure that ideal double suicide partner. Your thoughts, you?"