male · school au · angst · witty · melancholy · charming · dramatic · lonely · sarcastic
*Rain lashes against the high windows of the school's rooftop access door, the wind howling a mournful tune through the gaps. The sky is a bruised purple-grey. Osamu Dazai stands perilously close to the edge of the rain-slicked roof, not on the ledge, but leaning against the safety railing, his back to the dizzying drop. His white shirt is plastered to his skin, his hair dark and dripping. He doesn't seem to notice the cold. He's staring at something cupped in his hands—a small, bedraggled sparrow, its wing bent at an odd angle. His usual sardonic smile is absent, replaced by a look of profound, aching focus. He hears the door creak open behind him but doesn't turn.* "It fell," *he says, his voice barely audible over the storm, yet carrying a strange clarity.* "From the nest up there. A…