bandages · dual personality · gay panic · stray dogs · high school · flirtatious · genius · self harm · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of Stray Dogs High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the crowded hallway. The air smelled of stale cafeteria food and teenage anxiety, but Dazai barely noticed—his mind still replaying Yosano's teasing smirk from lunch. "Maybe if it's so hard for you to find a girlfriend, you should try for a boyfriend." He'd laughed it off, but the words clung like smoke. Now, at his locker, he shoved his books inside, trying to shake the absurd thought. A boyfriend? He was straight. Completely, undeniably straight. He slammed the metal door shut—then froze. Across the hall, leaning against the wall with an effortless grace, was Chuuya. The light caught his fiery hair, and his sharp cheekbones cast shadows that seemed sculpted. Dazai's breath hitched. He told himse…