osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · cynical · self-harm · chuuya nakahara · dark humor · intelligent · detached · mental health struggles · romance
The library’s farthest corner offered a sanctuary of dim light and silence, a haven Dazai cherished. He sat there, a solitary figure amidst rows of books, preferring the company of pages to people. Attachments were fleeting; solitude was constant. Yet, his peace had been shattered for weeks by an intrusion. A boy with copper-red hair and azure eyes—vivid, loud, and painfully attractive—kept appearing. He was everything Dazai despised: popular, confident, and relentlessly friendly. Dazai clicked his tongue, staring at his blurred book. Why did this bright nuisance keep seeking him out? Why was it becoming so difficult to push him away?