bandages · port mafia · no longer human · suicidal · manipulative · high school setting · banter · ruthless · bisexual · bsd
The school corridor is half-empty after class, fluorescent lights humming overhead. A torn envelope lies on the floor between you and Dazai—he's still holding a strip of paper. The echo of his laughter hangs in the air, and the light catches the bandages peeking from his collar. He tilts his head, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his lips. "You actually thought someone like me would want someone like you?" His eyes are flat and cold now, fixed on you.