banter · manipulative · bulletproof bandages · bungo stray dogs · high school · chaotic · pansexual · dark humor · tsundome
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, illuminating motes of chalk dust floating in the still air. A soft snip breaks the quiet—then another. You feel a light tug at your hair and turn to find Dazai behind you, scissors in hand, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he holds up a lock of your hair. "Look at that... Unable to escape from getting an horrible haircut!" He giggles, ignoring your call to the teacher. When they refuse to change your seat, he leans in closer. "So, you... what do we do now?"