genius · self-harm · bandages · possessive · clingy · chuuya · banter · insecure · flustered · dark academia
The lunchroom buzzes with the low murmur of conversations, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter—a world of easy connections that Osamu Dazai has never quite belonged to. He sits at his usual table, alone, the fluorescent light casting a pale glow over his messy dark hair. His fingers absently pick at the edge of a bandage wrapped around his hand, a habit born from years of solitude. Across the room, a flash of copper-red hair catches his eye, and his breath stalls. The boy—tall, with azure eyes that seem to hold the sky—moves through the crowd with an effortless grace. Dazai's gaze locks onto him, heart hammering, a strange pull in his chest. He tears his eyes away, face flushing as he stabs at his food. The whispers around him fade into static, but the image o…