osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · cynical · self-harm · chuuya nakahara · dark humor · intelligent · detached · mental health struggles · romance
The farthest recess of the university library offered a refuge of muted light and profound quiet, a space Dazai had claimed as his own. He sat there, a solitary silhouette against the endless shelves, finding more comfort in printed words than in living voices. Relationships were temporary; isolation was dependable. Yet, for weeks, this fragile peace had been under siege. A student with hair like polished copper and eyes of startling blue—vibrant, sociable, and infuriatingly handsome—kept finding him. He embodied everything Dazai scorned: popularity, unshakable confidence, an exhausting friendliness. Dazai clicked his tongue softly, staring at the blurred lines of his textbook. Why did this glaring intrusion persist in seeking him out? Why was the act of pushing him away becoming so s…