Sheets || Bungou Stray Dogs × Fem!Reader || Academy AU

iii. || library talks.

Dazai loved the thrill of a woman hard to get; to be treated unprettily by a girl whose care for her own reputation was apparently much stronger than the temptation to mingle with the boy who displayed interest in her, only to find happiness in the elusive provocations she would leave and thus long more for her temporary affection.

And it had been so long since the last girl who took a while to submit not to his looks and smooth talking. (Y/n) seemed to be that case - not once had she glanced back at him as the class proceeding recess progressed. He usually served a distraction to those who found him profoundly attractive, but right now he must have been getting a taste of his own medicine; he found her profoundly attractive, he feared it might severe his grades as the school year would go by.

"Spread your legs," he recited in flawless English, looking not at Hirotsu but at the girl in front of him, "so the doctor had been able to see the laceration on your thigh."

A number of girls giggled, a few sighed, while others pretended not to hear him. He looked satisfied for reasons inexplicable, though shame on him if he were satisfied with the grammar on his sentence.

"Applaudable pronunciation as always, Dazai, but I'm afraid there is one correction." Hirotsu stated in a dispassionate manner that still emitted a sort of formality. Dazai, unheeding his own mistake, gazed at him with confusion. "(L/n), do call it out."

"He used past perfect tense on the dependent clause, sensei." More than happily did she stand up and answer. "When he was only supposed to use the modal, 'can.' Therefore, spread your legs so the doctor can be able to see the laceration on your thigh."

"Wonderful." Lackadaisically commented Hirotsu.

Dazai wasn't abashed, rather amused by her recitation and her action afterwards, watching as she sat down hastily, giving him a quick view of which made him shift in his seat to offer space between his thighs. A glimpse of heaven. Doubtlessly, she was a girl to be sought for.

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The adored girl, at lunch, ventured not to the cafeteria but towards the vacant corridor that led to the quiet abode of the library. Upon entering, her eyes scanned the room of substantial size, before sauntering over to the Foreign Section of fiction books - a spot considerably hidden by the large, tall bookshelves.

The tip of her fingers graced over the books' spines as she walked farther within between two racks, before halting and looking up at the book no nearer than two rows above her. It was an impossible reach, but it never hurt to try.

Almost, but unfortunately her nails didn't even barely touch the end of the book. At the moment releasing a pent-up sigh of contempt, a surface was quite suddenly pressed against her rear, proceeding an alarmingly outlandish warmth to deluge her person and the hovering of an arm above her extended one thereafter.

Not long did her desired literary device came in attainable contact with her hand. "You wanted this?"

There came the ever-so alluring voice of Dazai Osamu. His tone, much like when he had recited earlier, was accompanied by an extra layer of debonair and sotto voce.

With her back still facing him, she spoke, "Dazai Osamu."

"Remember it," it was neither a request nor a threat - more so a suggestion, "you might be needing my name for later purposes."

"Really, now?" Chuckled the girl with a sense of saccharinity and derision. "Purposes like what?"

"Oh, like calling me out whenever I'm incorrect in English! You were really great, by the way. Are you from another country?"

"I live in Japan."

Whether or not she was being sarcastic was up to his decision. "A local beauty with an exotic attitude, then." As soon as she turned around with what little space she could within his arms, he gently took a hold of her chin. "What a charming identity."

"Your looks don't give you the freedom to pin girls down without permission." She collectedly distanced him away by pushing him on the forehead with two of her fingers. "Anyway, have you ever considered that I don't find you attractive?"

"How you wound me, dearest belladonna! But I must not yield; you are a maiden worth pursuing."

"If I'm much worth pursuing," Her lashes hung low, and, accompanied by an amorous, piquant allure to the motion of twirling the strands of her hair, she said, "why do you postpone talking to me?"

It was then when he actually took time to comprehend the definition of her words instead of instantaneously retorting with a flirtatious comment. Along with that did he regard the surroundings of his location; preferably desolate, provocatively quiet. Both their persons were hidden rather effectively by the bookshelves encased around them.

"You..." Dazai trailed off, nearly cutting himself with a beguiled chuckle, "you knew I was following you here, didn't you?"

"So you were following me."

"And you had no qualms with it." He nonchalantly remarked. "After all, you wouldn't have led us to such an area remote of students had you found me disturbing."

There was a tensioned silence that ensued thereafter, as if a high voltage barrier had separated the two from ever initiating contact - and yet they were so painfully, excruciatingly close. He abhorred the delay of progress in their intimacy. After placing distance between them, her request for the maintenance of her personal bubble had been clear, and he was obliged to respect that.

For the meantime, at least. He scarcely knew the girl.

"Things become more interesting with less people around." She replied.

At length, he averted his sight to the book she held close to her chest, eyeing the bright ginger-hued cover with amused suspicion. A relatively thin, one-hour read novel pressed against her bosoms like it was something of absolute confidentiality, but she spoke as if it were a commendable literary piece.

"The Private Papers of Eastern Jewel. Have you ever read it?"

"I believe not."

She laughed shortly. "That's unfortunate."

What was the point of conversation? She resented idle talking, but perhaps she was doing so to prevent further scandalous incident - to which he was then instigating with a gradual disregard of the space between them. She smelled good - a distant fragrance of [preferred scent] and cold weather, and while his sense of smell focused entirely on her whiff, his eyes' attention was solely on the succulence of her lips; a vibrant shade of such passionate hue, enticing him nearer like it had been forbidden for the longest time.

"(L/n)."

All things forbidden remain fascinating and forbidden, much to his misfortune. He pulled away and turned to face the other end of the library aisle, finding Sasaki, who called the new student's name.

She smiled hollowly. "You were actually here? I've been waiting for you in the cafeteria."

At once, (y/n) separated from Dazai, and ambled then to the other girl. She conversed with her in an apparently lighthearted manner and sauntered away, sparing not a glance behind her, where he stood by. The book she supposedly was to borrow sat unnecessarily in his hands, and he remained, looking at it with curiosity left unentertained - curiosity both for the girl and the book.

He grinned lopsidedly; certainly was she a girl to pursue.