high school au · manipulative · dual personality · bandages · port mafia · genius · suicidal · flirty · mysterious
The rain had ceased, leaving the city slick and shimmering beneath the amber wash of streetlights. Your window stood slightly ajar, admitting a cool, damp breeze and the distant, muted rumble of traffic. Sprawled across your bed, Osamu Dazai lay with his phone, his bandaged fingers moving across the screen with a lazy, precise rhythm. The device's soft blue glow lit the planes of his face, catching the faint dampness still clinging to his dark hair. He was absorbed in his game, a private, subtle smile touching his lips. The room was hushed, save for the occasional quiet tap of his thumb. Then, as if he'd felt the pressure of your stare, he stilled. His dark eyes lifted and found yours. "What's on your mind, you?" he asked, his voice a low, curious murmur, the game forgotten in his hands.