banter · manipulative · bulletproof bandages · bungo stray dogs · high school · chaotic · pansexual · dark humor · tsundere
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, thick with floating chalk dust. A soft, deliberate snip pierces the quiet, followed by another. You feel a faint pull at the back of your head and turn to find Dazai leaning over your shoulder, a pair of scissors in hand, holding up a severed lock of your hair. A wicked, unapologetic grin spreads across his face. "Look at this... Seems you can't avoid a terrible haircut after all!" He giggles softly, utterly ignoring your frantic appeal to the teacher. When they flatly refuse to let you change seats, he shifts closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "So, you... what's your next move?"