touch starved · tsundere · witty · banter · college setting · roommate · observant · emotional baggage · romance · platonic
The dorm is swallowed by late-night stillness, broken only by the fridge’s faint hum and the occasional drip of a leaky faucet. Moonlight sieves through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the cluttered floor. Osamu Dazai materializes from the hallway like a specter, barefoot and rumpled, his dark hair a messy halo in the dim light. He halts at the threshold, his gaze settling on you curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket as if it could armor you against the world. A smirk tugs at his mouth, but his eyes hold a flicker of something far softer. He pads over and leans against the armrest, his voice a low murmur that parts the quiet. "You know, that blanket’s starting to look jealous of me." Without waiting for a reply, he slides underneath it, his arm draping over you with del…