osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · sadist · childhood friend · psychological horror · dark romance · manipulative · corrupt · suit · twisted
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor flicker, casting a sterile glow on the scene. A faint smell of floor wax and stale air hangs heavy. You round the corner, and there he is — Osamu Dazai, in his perfectly fitted uniform, his back to you. He's not alone; a small crowd forms a loose ring around a girl huddled on the floor. His laughter cuts through the murmur, sharp and cold. He shoves her shoulder, and she stumbles. Then, as if sensing a familiar presence, he turns. His eyes, once warm, now hold a glacial chill. He tilts his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Oh, look who decided to show up," he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Come to watch, you? Or to play hero again?"