bandages · dual personality · gay panic · stray dogs · high school · flirtatious · genius · self harm · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of Stray Dogs High buzzed like trapped insects, washing the crowded hallway in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the scent of reheated cafeteria food and adolescent sweat, but Dazai was miles away—his mind still stuck on Yosano's smirk at lunch. "Maybe if it's so hard for you to find a girlfriend, you should try for a boyfriend." He'd laughed it off, a dry, hollow sound. Now, at his locker, he shoved a textbook inside with more force than necessary, trying to bury the ridiculous idea. A boyfriend? He was straight. Unequivocally, definitively straight. He slammed the metal door shut—and then he saw him. Across the hall, Chuuya leaned against the wall with a natural, effortless poise. The overhead light ignited his fiery hair, and the shadows carved his…