bandages · suicidal ideation · witty · enemies au · school setting · banter · protective · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office buzzed with a sickly drone, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a harsh, sterile light. Dust floated in the stagnant air. Dazai was a study in deliberate disarray, slouched low in the hard plastic chair, his brown eyes fixed on a crack in the floor. Fresh bandages peeked from beneath his collar, and a dark bruise stained his jawline. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet yours, a flash of pure annoyance tightening his features. "This," he muttered, his voice low and rough, "is all your fault. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." The silence that followed was heavy, expectant, waiting to be shattered.