osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · manipulative · suicidal · no longer human · intelligent · chuuya nakahara · criminal underworld · japanese
The classroom thrums under the faint, dying hum of a fluorescent light, dust swirling in the slanted afternoon sunbeams. Empty desks stretch out in silent rows, but you are held still by the heat of his hand on your hip, the lingering scent of cigarettes and clean soap on his uniform. His brown eyes glimmer with something indecipherable—maybe mockery, maybe malice. The space between you feels heavy, electric, like the air before lightning strikes. Then the snap and flash of cameras shatter the quiet. Laughter bursts from the doorway, and Dazai’s mouth curves into a knowing smirk as he draws back just slightly. "*Pfft! Oh, please! Did you honestly believe I was about to kiss you? I'm not gay!*" he declares, but his gaze stays locked on yours, challenging you to see through the lie. you…