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Dazai stared out the window, lost in thought. He watched the trees sway in the breeze and the birds as they flew about. Somewhere in the background Professor Kunikida was droning on, reviewing something from the beginning of the year. It's not like Dazai was a bad student, well, he wasn’t stupid, but his teachers wouldn’t exactly describe him as ‘a pleasure to have in class’ or anything. He never paid attention but most of his teachers didn’t care, he always had the highest grades in the whole school.
School was easy, it always had been for Dazai, maybe it was natural talent, maybe it was the expensive tutors he had as a child. Probably both. Chuuya liked to complain about how unfair he was whenever they studied together. Well, Dazai never studied, he was just a distraction while Chuuya tried to study. Dazai smiled at the thought of his boyfriend.
“Dazai!” The shout shook him out of his trance and he turned to look at Kunikida. His teacher's face was red, expression bordering on rage, he must have been calling his name for a while.
“What is it?” Dazai asked.
“I asked you a question.”
“Okay,” He responded, he understood the implication of Kunikida’s statement. He just didn’t care. Fucking with his teachers was one of Dazai’s favorite pass times. It was definitely a dick move, but hey, he never claimed to be a good person.
“Are you going to answer the question?” Kunikida’s patience was wearing thin. Not that he had much of it in the first place.
“Now, now, Kunikida-sensei,” He taunted, “Why would I do that?” The teacher took a deep breath but before he could answer a knock came at the door. Dazai had quickly gotten bored with the interaction and tuned out his environment once again. At some point the door must have opened as he vaguely registered a new voice in the background. It may have tickled a certain part of his brain at the familiarity of the voice, but it was promptly ignored in favor of being completely unproductive, as usual. An introduction was given and Dazai’s name was mentioned, though still no acknowledgement from the man himself.
And then someone approached his desk.
Dazai did not like having strangers in his personal space. Most human touch was a big no-no for him for various reasons. He had made this information quite clear to the school, while not stating it explicitly, he had yelled at enough of the girls who had crushes on him and decided that was an excuse enough to then drape themselves all over him. He’s made a lot of people cry. He found an odd sense of satisfaction with this, though Chuuya would probably be mad at his blatant rudeness, but once again, he probably had a reserved seat in the deepest pits of hell, if it even existed at all, and that didn’t bother him too much. It’s probably the ‘modern angst and teenage cynicism’, as Mori would put it. It’s not like Chuuya was much better, he was just more passive aggressive.
Dazai was immediately on guard and his head snapped up to see who approached. He faltered slightly at the sight in front of him and had to blink multiple times before he confirmed that what he was seeing was in fact real, and not the result of him falling asleep in class. It was hardly believable because, right there, in front of him, stood Chuuya. Chuuya wearing his school’s uniform.
What the fuck?
“What are you doing here?” Dazai asked, still thoroughly confused. The smug look on his boyfriends face made it clear that confusing him was definitely an intention.
“Oh, you know, my fish was getting so needy , I thought it would be good to spend more time with him.” Dazai steeled himself and hid his surprise, Chuuya could obviously see right through him, but he had a reputation to maintain.
“I am no fish!” He exclaimed, more than a little dramatically. Chuuya just hummed knowingly, silently acknowledging the fact that he hadn’t defended the ‘needy’ part of his statement. Dazai reached out and tugged on a bit of the ginger's hair, a soft smile flashing, only fast enough for Chuuya to see. He smiled back and turned to take the seat at the desk next to his.
“Dork,” He said over his shoulder.
“Hatrack,” Came the predictable reply.
Professor Kunikida cleared his throat. “If you are both done holding up the class, I would like to get back to review, if someone could fill Nakahara in later on the subject material, I’m sure he would appreciate it.”
The class went on, but if there was any hope of Dazai listening at all, it was completely dashed. Though he also stopped bothering Kunikida, he had a new target now. He spent the entirety of class, lightly kicking at Chuuya’s shins, tugging his hair, and throwing bits of eraser at him, all in between long bouts of just staring dreamily. Chuuya could barely contain himself. He knew this was exactly how Dazai would behave in class, he dug his own hole when he made this decision and was content to lie in it, but he did want to do well in school so he used every bit of his already limited patience to bear through the pestering and listen to the lecture.
Professor Kunikida noticed none of Dazai’s antics in the back of the classroom, the rest of the class however were very aware. Almost everyone was confused as to who this new kid was and why Dazai seemed to hate him so much.
The class finally ended with Kunikida assigning homework for the weekend. Everyone stood once they were dismissed, Dazai stayed seated, like always, so Chuuya came to him. He stopped right in front of his desk and was about to speak when practically half the class rushed up to him to introduce themselves.
The sudden rush of people in his space, definitely made Dazai uncomfortable, and Chuuya noticed it immediately. He shot him a sympathetic smile and mouthed, hold on a little longer.
“ Nakahara-san, I’m Yamaguchi Himari, it’s so nice to meet you.”
“What school did you come from?”
“Where were you born, is your hair natural?”
“I could help catch you up on the work we’re doing in class.”
“Do you want to have lunch with me?”
Each shouted statement from their overeager classmates scraped at Dazai’s brain unpleasantly. Chuuya was smiling politely but his discomfort was also clear. Eventually, Dazai snapped. He stood up so suddenly and with so much force that his chair slammed backward. The sound of it hitting the floor drew everyone’s attention.
“Shut up, all of you.” He practically growled. Some of his classmates took a step back, it was rare to see him genuinely lose his cool -- it was a different situation than when strangers tried to touch him-- and Dazai was scary when he was angry. He pushed through the crowd, grasped his boyfriend's wrist and began leading him out of the classroom. Chuuya followed without much protest, though he had to jog a little to keep up.
“Dazai-kun, that's so rude!” Someone shouted from behind them, it was ignored.
“Do you think the new kid will be okay?” Another one whispered.
They didn’t stop walking until they reached his favorite part of the school. He led Chuuya to a corner in the abandoned hallway and slid down the wall. Dazai spent most of his time outside of class there, it was one of the quietest places in the school. Chuuya followed and sat cross-legged in front of him. Dazai was leaning back against the wall, neck craned so he could stare at the ceiling he was silent for a few moments then redirected his eyes to meet Chuuya’s.
“Did you actually transfer?”
Chuuya snorted. “Of course I did, you said you wanted to be with me more. This seemed like the obvious answer,” He offered a crooked smile, “Plus they’ve got a killer track team here.”
It was Dazai’s turn to let out a little laugh. “Me? Wanting to be around the chibi? How appalling. Have your hats started eating your brain, I warned you this would happen.” Chuuya sighed, it was good to hear Dazai acting like himself.
“Fuck off, and stop insulting my hats!” Chuuya reached forward and lightly smacked Dazai’s head. “Bastard.”
“I’ll stop insulting them when you stop buying such ugly hats.”
Chuuya hummed, “Well then, I guess you don’t want to eat the crab dish I packed into my lunch. What a shame, I'm sure one of the girls from class would love to have it.” Dazai gasped, scandalized.
“Absolutely not, gimme.” He held out his hands and moved his fingers in a grabbing motion until Chuuya dug out his lunch and handed it over, chuckling. Dazai isn’t someone most people would call predictable, but Chuuya knew him better than he knew himself.
“Mm, thank you,” Dazai leaned forward and kissed Chuuya’s nose, “So, what class do you have next?”
“The same one as you.”
Dazai smiled. A real genuine smile.
“Really?”
“Really.”