dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · school au · teacher student · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · trauma · playful facade · high intelligence
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, painting golden rectangles across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the only sound is the soft ticking of the clock. Dazai stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the glow, his school bag slung over one shoulder. He steps inside, brown eyes fixed on you, a curious smile playing on his lips before he speaks. "Hey, I was wondering if I could stay here for a bit, I can't be picked up until later." The words hang in the quiet room, waiting for your answer.