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Chuuya stared at the clock it was almost 5, meaning it was close till the end of 2 hour detention.
He thought a 2 hour detention was a fucking lot for just being late but atleast there was only 15 minutes left.

Chuuya grimaced as he remembered the stupid reason for him getting a 2 hour after school detention.

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Chuuya could feel himself huffing as he sprinted across the sports field, he was already late to class. He knew going to sports club always made him late but sports was the one thing he was good at.

He strolled slowly into the classroom trying to sneak in, how ever his effort was for nothing as loud fake cough erupted from his math teacher.

"Nakahara! Where do you think youve been!?"

Chuuya sighed as he said his same excuse everytime he was late.

"I was at sports club miss.. and it takes a while to pack up and then run from the field to the school building.."

The math teacher looked at him with an unamused look as she sighed as she looked at Chuuya's shorter figure. She was quite tall for a woman which didnt help Chuuya's case as he was short for a teenage boy.

She towered over him before speaking sternly,

"Youve said that every single time, Nakahara! Ive given you many warning and many warning for the warnings! Detention. 3 to 5. Dont be late!"

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The sound of the clock ticked, he had been listening to for almost 2 hours now and it was driving him crazy, he slammed his fist on the table as he stared down at the wooden surface of it, scribbled in random doodles of dicks and racist symbols.

He fucking hated his damn school.

The other teenagers were a bunch of fuck heads with no respect and the teachers thought they could do anything just because they were older.

"Nakahara! Dont hit the table else I'll log you for school damage!" Miss Stones, the teacher running the detention, said.

"How much longer miss..?" He said in an attempt to start a conversation to atleast distract himself from the stressful noise of the clock.

"Can you not read the clock Nakahara? Its right there at the top of the bored. If your 17 and still cant read the clock then jeez.. this generation isnt going anywhere!" She huffed, as she typed probably useless information on her keyboard.

"I cant read from here.. i think i need glasses.." He easily lied.

"Ugh.. damn kid.." Miss Stones looked at the clock before looking back at Chuuya.

"About 10 minutes from now." She said sternly before easily turning back to her laptop, not interested in talking to a 'stupid kid'.

Chuuya huffed as he scanned over the teacher's looks, she had bloodshot eyes, wrinkles covered her face and most of the time she was uncaring and lazy, that is when shes not talking about some theory that demons exist and are haunting her.

She almost got fired for that.

No wonder his classmates nicknamed her as 'Miss Stoner'.

He stayed quiet as he rested his head on table and listened to the dreadful noise of the clock ticking. It was like the sound was haunting him. Maybe Miss Stones theory was right.

"Alright, detentions over, rat bag. Get out!"

A sudden yell from her startled Chuuya and immediately made him start to gather his bags.

He ran out the classroom and then the school he eventually settled on a slower pace.

He could hear his phone beeping from his pocket, he opened it and saw some text messages from his friends.

Yosano: did you lot see the damn news? Jfc💀💀

Ranpo: I am NOT survin this damn thing thats for sure

Tachihara: DEMONS!? OMDS💀💀

Ranpo: imagine how all those people who called miss stones miss stoner feel rn

Tachihara: HELP ME YOUR RIGHT

Yosano: why the hell is Chuuya just reading the messages and not replying?? Bro i know your online‼️‼️

Chuuya felt himself pause in his steps as he looked at the messages.

Demons?

What the fuck.

Chuuya: demons?? The fuck kinda drugs are you guys on??

Tachihara: HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE NEWS??

Ranpo: you dumb idiot. He just came out of detention. Also your not supposed to be outside after 5 chuuya.

Yosano: chuuya!? Are you actually still outside!? Holy fuck!! You can come to mine its closer??

Chuuya: what the fuck are guys on?? Tell me what you mean by demons rn

Ranpo: the government released news that apprently demons have been discovered. And theyre planning war against us.

Chuuya: its probably fake news you dumbasses like some rando made it and posted it probably.

Yosano: why would bbc news and world wide news post something fake?

Tachihara: im lit gonna die.

Chuuya felt himself starting to look around, fucks sake. He normally loved how there was trees on either side of the paths on his way from school all the way to his house but now it felt like he was stuck in a maze despite not actually being in the forestry bit and just next to it on the sidewalk.

He felt himself jump as he got another notification he looked at his phone and saw it was from Yosano.

Yosano: you can come to my house for the night if you want since its closer.

He stared at his phone for a minute before replying.

Chuuya: its fine. My ma can just pick me up.

After that, he quickly went to his mothers contacts, not bothering to see Yosanos reply. Just as he was about his to call her, his phone went black.

"Fuck!" He yelled in distress.

The damn thing had ran out of battery. Now he was stuck walking on his 1 hour journey to his house.
He knew he could just go to Yosanos, her parents wouldnt mind. But he just wouldnt feel safe being somewhere other than his actual home, he knew it sounded stupid but he wanted to get to his house.

Not Yosano's.

He finally started walking again, he could hear the sound of rubbish crinkling underneath is feet as he strolled across the pavement, from time to time he heard a certian ticking noise come from the forest.
He wasnt going to dare to look. Not when his friends had just warned him about some demon attack.

It sounded like a prank but he was the type to get  paranoid.

So just to be safe he kept his head down and refused to look up.

He could see Yosanos house in the distance, and despite the urge to run there to safety he couldnt help but want to go home.

And he wouldve gone home if it wasnt for the ticking sound trailing in the forest, sounding closer with every step he made.

Before he could think, he started sprinting. He could hear the ticking increasingly getting faster and closer. The only thing he wanted was to get away from the dreadful noise, which wouldnt leave him alone.

Haunting him almost.

Maybe Miss Stones was right about Demons and their ways of haunting then.

She was probably already dead.

She was probably still in the classroom, blood leaking out her neck.

No wonder the clock ticking was so loud.

Because it wasnt a bloody clock.

And with that, he could only thank himself for taking sports more seriously than he shouldve. Shouting at people in P.E when they didnt catch the ball in dodge ball.

And he could only thank himself for all the sports clubs he attended.

Because hes outrunning the ticking, he can almost here faint breathing along with the ticking. Though, hes not sure if thats him or whatever kind of monster it is following him.

He ran closer to Yosanos house, if he wanted to safety, it had to be her house. His was too far and he would run out of energy despite how athletic he was.

He felt his feet stumble as ran up the drive way and banged his fist on the door, not using his knuckles.

Chuuya could hear chatter in the house before an older woman opened the door, Yosanos mother.

"Oh deary! Why are you out so late!? Come in, come in!" the woman pestered dragging Chuuya in before shutting the door and locking it without a second thought.

She gave him a warm smile before shouting for Yosano,

"AKIKO!! YOUR FRIEND IS HERE!!"

Chuuya panted lightly, he could Yosano run down the stairs before looking at him. Her eyes were wide slightly.

Before he could get a word in, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him the stairs into her room.

"I thought you said your mum was pickin you up!? What happened!?"

Yosano said in a panic, she was clearly impatient and didnt care that Chuuya had she been running and needed a breather.

Chuuya gasped as he began talking,

"My phone died. And i was going to just walk home but i think something was chasing after me."

At that, Yosanos eyebrows furrow.

"So you would rather have it know my adress that yours!? I dont mind you coming here but if the reason was just so your house would be targeted, then what the fuck!?"

Chuuya felt his eyes widen in confusion slightly before realising what she meant, he quickly began talking,

"No!! Its because it was chasing after me and your house is closer and i wouldve ran out of energy if i went to my house!!"

He saw her eyes slightly soften as he explained.

"Oh.. ok- i suppose.. look- sorry for assuming, its just-"

Before Yosano could finish her sentence, a loud thud on her window caught both of their attention.

The sound of ticking was filling Chuuyas ears as he looked at the window. It was just hand, palm flat on the surface of the window.

It had long black nails, almost like acrylics, but Chuuya could tell they werent fake nails.

And worst of all.

The hands were covered in something.

The ticking monsters blood stained hands rested on the window.

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Chuuya could see the way the hands nails clawed against the window, taunting them almost.

He wanted to yell. Attack. Anything to get the demon away, he couldnt help but feel guilty for bringing this beast towards Yosanos house. Now it knew where she lived, and even when he left in the morning, it would still know where she left. He couldnt change that fact. If Yosano or her parents die, its all on him.

Before he could even comprehend how to deal with the situation, he felt Yosano grip onto his wrist once again and instead of dragging him the stairs, she dragged him down the stairs.

She yelled at her mum, her voice quaky and Chuuya could only blame himself for her fear.

"Ma! We- we need to hide! quick! Theres! Theres a demon trying to get in!" her hands were faffing about as she spoke quickly, she clearly didnt want to waste anytime speaking.

Her mother gave her an odd look as her father turned his head around as he sat on the small couch. Yosanos house had always been quite small but Chuuya never dared to mention and would rather keep a polite manner towards peoples homes, unlike some people (Ranpo).

"You better not be fuckin jokin Akiko. This better be the truth else im kickin your friend out!" Yosanos father spoke loudly, Chuuya could only assume that he was a rude and cocky man. He always a grimace on his face as his eyes always glowered at his daughters friends.

"I am not joking about this! Me and Chuuya literally saw a weird blood stained hand press on the window!" she easily fought back, Chuuya was starting to see her eyebrows furrow as her eyes squinted, she was trying to cry in front of them, and he instantly tried to convince her parents as well.

"The hand looked like a damn beast and even if it wasnt a demon we should still hide because its just as concerning if a human is trying to break in!" he tried to keep his voice calm, but he had never been the type of person to stay calm in these types of situations, his voice was scratchy, laced with almost every emotion.

Chuuya could Yosano's mother's mouth open to say something before Mr. Yosano beat her to speaking, "oh. of course Chuuya also saw it.. hes always the one to be here whenever something bad happens. and its almost never true."

The man glared at Chuuya, Chuuya bit his lip as he tried to collect his words. He had no idea Yosanos father thought of him so badly, actually he did have an idea, he just liked to pretend he was wrong about the though.

Guess he was right though.

"Listen, Araki. Maybe we should listen to them, we both know neither of them would lie about such thing, especially with the recent news.." Mrs. Yosano spoke calmly, Chuuya could tell what type of person she was just by how she talked.

Mr. Yosano huffed before standing up from almost broken couch, he stormed out the living room (it wasnt really a living room since most of their downstairs was just one room but it had the essentials to be called a living room).

He began to walk up the stairs, his heavy body making a loud thud against the wooden steps as he walked up.

All of them, Chuuya, Yosano, Yosano's mother, could him walk towards Yosanos room. Chuuya couldnt remember if they closed the door or not.

Chuuya thought the only thing Yosano and her mother could her was Mr. Yosano's heavy breathing of exhaustion despite his few steps, but Chuuya could hear a quite sound in the back of his head.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It was the sound Chuuya was starting to despise with all his guts, it sounded identical to clock, however sometimes it would get quicker randomly, Chuuya didnt yet know why. It would do eight ticks before pausing and continuing with the same eight ticks, over and over again. It was faint and Chuuya couldnt exactly discover where the wretched noise was coming from.

He knew it was be upstairs, outside Yosanos window but it felt like the sound was surrounding him. Trying to corner him, almost.

"Why the fuck is there a ticking noise coming from inside your room Akiko!? Theres only one clock in this damn house and its definitely not in your room!!"

Chuuya raised his head at the shout, he looked upstairs, he turned his to try and see where Yosanos father was upstairs. He could him infront of a closed door, so they did close it.

Yosanos mother walked a bit up the stairs as her hair bounced with every step, "thats probably a demon. like they said."

The woman spoke calmly, she still kept a collected manner despite the situation and Chuuya couldnt help but admire her for it.

"Just come downstairs, well bring a phone into the basement, call Chuuyas parents to let them know hes here and then well call the police." she said to her husband, who then stormed down the stairs in past all three of them and into the basement.

Chuuya looked at the two women, he felt like he was intruding if he went in before them so he waited until they both went down.

He could hear Yosano sigh before making a gesture to go down into the basement while walking down the creaky steps. Chuuya glanced at her mother, despite how dangerous it would be to stay up here, he still felt like he had to ask for permission and he also felt like Mrs. Yosano's permission meant more than Mr. Yosanos.

She gave him a sweet smile before making a gesture for him to go in, just like Yosano did.

"go ahead darling, ill be right after you."

As he walked down the stairs, the creaks filling his ears, almost like it was trying to battle the ticking sound at who could be the loudest and haunt Chuuya the most.

Chuuya couldnt help be feel awkward as he sat on a dusty bean bag, there was one yellow light that barely worked and Yosano kept guarding the switch to turn it back on whenever it decided to turn of automatically while her father had taken it upon himself to lay on the smal couch that could barely hold his size. He took up the whole thing, not leaving room for anyone to sit down on it, Chuuya doubted he cared.

Mrs. Yosano then came down the stairs with a phone and torch in hand, her steps where quiet and delicate, Chuuya didnt know if she trained herself to do that.

"Ive locked the door and im going to call your parents Chuuya before i call the police." she said with a collected tone, Mr. Yosano groaned at that, it was ovbious he wanted to call the police first but he didnt bother make an effort to argue.

Chuuya instead gave her his sisters, Kouyous, number. They didnt live with their parents, they had been kicked out ages, but he could easily just pretend Kouyou was his mother.

While the woman was calling Kouyou, Chuuya looked up the basement stairs to stare at the door, he could the ticking increasingly getting louder. He looked around but nobody else seemed to notice, either that or they just didnt care.

He stared at the door not wanting to take his eyes of it, despite the painful sound of the ticking he didnt take his eyes of the door, not even when it started to rattle like something was trying to break.

Wait.

It was starting to rattle.

Like somebody was trying to break in.

Somebody like a demon was trying to fucking break in.

He wanted to warn the Yosano family but the only thing he could say was a quiet whisper,

"Were going to die."

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As the door slid open, without a sound unlike earlier. Chuuya felt his bloodshot eyes stare up at the opening door and only then had he realised the Yosano family was also looking.

The ticking sound increased in volume but not in pace, its usual eight ticks keeping at a slow jog.

"This house is so tiny!"

Despite not being able to see the creature from such bad lighting, Chuuya could certainly hear its smooth voice. It was hard to tell but it sounded like a male and about his age?

He felt something touch his arm and his eyes snapped to look at the direction only to calm down when he just realised it was just Yosano trying to get closer to him out of fear.

"holy fuck.." she muttered, her hand clasped onto his shoulder as her bulging eyes stared up the stairs.

All four of the humans were waiting for a gross demon to walk down, eat them, kill them, torture them, turn them into demons, anything which was illegal.

"OW! FUCK!" the sound of the stairs creaking over powered the ticking as a stumbling sound travelled down the stairs and right in front of his feet.

It had tripped down the stairs and faceplanted right onto the floor. In front of his feet.

Yosano yanked on his shoulder, pulling him backwards, away from the creature on the floor. Chuuya could hear the panting of the monster on the floor.

He looked down to see brunette head laying on the grown, it made a 'tsk' sound under its breath before sluggishly getting on its knees.

"hm.." the brunette muttered as it looked around, it looked like a male, around Chuuyas age though it looked dull, like it had never experienced the joys of life.

"Get out." Yosanos mother spoke, she sounded brave and her appearence looks the same, her calm features made her look like she was ready shoo the creature out the house with a broom if she had to.

The brunette just lifted himself up onto its feet, he was tall, certainly more taller than Chuuya. it looked towards Yosanos mother with displeased eyes, glowering at her.

"Well this house is quite shabby!" the tall thing said in a bratty tone, clearly trying to rile her up by insults.

Chuuya could hear the collected woman grumble under her throat before replying to it, "well thank the heavens you dont have to live here then if its too shabby for you."

It just huffed as it walked around the basement, it didnt seem to interested in the actual people down there. It eventually started looking at the things near Chuuya and the Yosano family, it stopped in front of Chuuya, looking him up and down.

"scudge" it simply said.

"Fuckin excuse me?.." Chuuya said, what the fuck was 'scudge' supposed to mean!?

"Scudge!" it repeated and making a gesture with its hands as if to say 'move'. Chuuya couldnt help but sigh as he understood what it meant, he shifted to the side letting the demon walk past him and towards a drawer that was previously behind him.

The thing opened the draws and searched through them, Chuuya could help but wonder what the brunette was looking for, he peered over the tall creatures shoulder, ignoring Yosanos warning gaze as he looked at what the thing was looking for.

And he wouldve eventually zoned out while looking at its hands just opening draws and rummaging through them. He wouldve. But he hadnt. And thats because of the smooth voice asking him a question.

"Why did you ignore me earlier?"

Chuuya looked up at its face to be met with brown eyes, they looked like dull dead pools death, the brownish colour mixed with the tinted blood red. Chuuya grimaced at it, giving it a shrug.

"What the fuck are you on about? We have never met before."

"When you were walking. I was in the woods." it replied, it clearly wasnt going to drop the conversation, its deathly eyes looked back into the draw and eventually took out an item, a watch.

It opened its long black trench coat, revealing a stash full of watches, clocks, anything that was time related. And they were all ticking. It opened a small pocket and added the watch into before twisting some button it so it would start ticking and then closing its coat again.

"the- the woods? Wait hold on okay? What the fuck are you doing with that watch?" Chuuya quickly spoke.

The brunette looked at the draw as it closed before setting its dull eyes back onto Chuuya, its lip lifting up slightly into a small smile, which looked more like a grimace, "The watch? Oh yeah, do you poor people have anymore of these lying around?"

It had totally ignored his fucking question.

Chuuya huffed deciding to drop it, he wanted to ask more but it was obvious it wouldnt end in any good ways, either it be death or Yosanos judging-self accusing him of trying to get to know the demon.

"Okay.. you said the woods right? All you did was make the stupid ticking noise, which your youre still making." Chuuya changed the subject, if it wasnt going to answer his previous question he may as well just try to get a different answer out of it.

"Yeah. To make myself known. Yet you still ignored me! How rude~"

Chuuya wouldve wanted to contiuened the conversation or argument he wasnt sure what it was, and he wouldve if he wasnt for Mrs. Yosano to stop them.

"Listen, I dont know why youre here but you need to leave, if you want i can give you all the clock you want." she said calmly walking straight up to it, she was a short woman about 4'11, so the creatures 5'8 figure over towered her by much but somehow it still looked like she was controlling the situation.

"What~ how mean! i was lookin for somewhere to stay!" The bratty demon whined, it moved its hands as it spoke, "If you want i cant even kick that NASTY husband of yours out of here!"

Chuuya could somehow hear Yosano shake slightly as her mothers stance stilled, she looked back to her husband, whos face was equally, if not more shocked.

"Theres no way a bloody DEMONS kicking me out my own home!" the man erupted, he stood up from the sofa.

The demon just stared at the taller man, a toothy grin sitting on its rachet face.

Chuuya didnt want to fucking be here. Why did this thing follow him. Why him. Why not anybody except fucking him.

Despite what Chuuya wanted, it didnt matter what he wanted since it was up to earths wicked ways to decide fate. And apparently also up to wicked demons to decide his fate.

"hm? why so surprised old man?" the demon snickered at Mr. Yosano, pointing its finger at him, "such terrible husbands and fathers dont deserve a place to live. Even if its somewhere as poor as this house!"

The demon then turned its head towards Mrs. Yosano, "hey? how about this, you let me stay in this dump and i can make this man piss off."

Chuuya looked at the woman, she expected her to instantly decline because of her forgiving behaviour but she looked like she was weighing her options.

She stood then, glancing at Yosano before looking back at the tall creature and nodding with a grimace on her face, "fine."

Chuuya could see the way the brunettes face lit up, almost like fireworks. A grin on its face, showing its devilish fangs to whoever was pleased to look.

The woman sighed gently ignoring the rage from her soon to be ex-husband, she collected herself and somehow gave the demon a warm smile, "Whats your name, deary?"

Its smile lifted even more, the action made Chuuya think it had never gotten asked such a simple question before.

"Dazai. Dazai Osamu."

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It had been about 2 days, since Chuuya had last seen Dazai.

He had left the Yosano house early in the morning to finally go see his sister, Kouyou, since they forgot to even call her. All he knows is that Mr Yosano had been kicked out in some kind of way and that Mrs Yosano had let Dazai stay in their small place.

And honestly?

During those last 2 days, Chuuya had gotten more texts from Yosano than he had in 4 years. And they were all about how annoying and obnoxious Dazai was. Chuuya couldnt even bring himself to feel bad for Dazai when Yosano said the brutalest things about him because Dazai was probably the most annoying person hes ever met despite the short interaction.

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It was currently a Thursday in the morning at 7:12AM. Kouyou was in the kitchen making 2 toasties for the both of them while Chuuya sat at the island in his school uniform flipping through his messages when he got a message from the group chat.

Yosano: OMDS HES SO ANNOYING HE DOESNT EVEN CLEAN UP AFTER HIMSELF HE JUST RUNS AROUND THE HOUSE LIKE A CAT WITH THE ZOOMIES AND MAKES A COMPLETE MESS

Yosano had sent him another message, except it wasnt in private messages but instead on the groupchat.

Now his phone was being filled up with Tachihara pestering Yosano on who she was talking about.

Tachihara: who?

Tachihara: WHO ARE YOU ON ABT?

Tachihara: ANSWER ME PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP

Tachihara: YOSANO AKIKO GRR

Jesus christ.

Chuuya could tell Yosano didnt mean to send it to the groupchat since he almost instantly got a private message from her after Tachihara started asking questions.

Yosano: holy shit i didnt mean to send that to the gc.

Yosano: god and when i get to school tachi will still pester me

Chuuya looked up from his phone to see Kouyou giving him a look while placing down his plate in front of him, "what on earth are you texting for your face to look like that?"

"Thats just my face!?" Chuuya shot back.

Kouyou grimaced, not believing him but not pushing the topic, "well thats tough luck."

Tachihara: PLEASE PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Ranpo: she probs just has somebdy stayin over at heer hous

Tachihara: i am BEGGING you to listen to those grammarly adds

Ranpo: be quit im tireds i juat wike up

Chuuya looks at the text messages before replying to Yosanos text on private message.

Chuuya: i would justt tell them tbh Ranpo is already starting to unravel it

Yosano: i guess

He got another message from the group chat, he quickly scrolled through the millons of messages despite them only starting to have a conversation.

Tachihara: RAAA💥💥

Ranpo: tachi im not walking wirth u today

Tachihara: WHAT??

Ranpo: my dad said he was gonna drive me from now on cuz of the demons

Tachihara: demos?? those are so last year

Ranpo: WE ONLY JUST DISCOVERED THEM?? AND THERE STILL TRYNA HAVE WAR WITH US💀💀

Yosano: Yeah ranpo was right i do have somebdy round

Tachihara: hey..

Tachihara: in what way now missy🤨🤨

Yosano: OMDS NO. MY MUM IS JUST LETTIN HIM STAY CUZ HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO

Ranpo: bet its a demon

Tachihara: ur mum is so sweet istg

Tachihara: WHAT.

Chuuya looks at the clock on his phone for a second. 7:36AM.

"Eat the damn toastie instead of texting your friends, Chuuya. Its gonna go cold." his sister said, ruffling his hair as she took another bite of her own toastie.

Chuuya slapped her hand away, grumbling, before taking a bite out of his toastie, eating it loudly and causing Kouyous lips to shift into a grimace.

"Jesus christ Chuuya. Get some manners would ya? also im driving you."

Chuuya nods, not paying attention as he looks at his phone.

Yosano: it is

Ranpo: STop RLLY??

Yosano: WHAT I THOUGHT U KNEW

Ranpo: I WAS JUST JOKIN BRO.

Tachihara: insane.

Chuuya: ive met him. i think he was tryna kill me

Tachihara: IM CRYING WHY DID YOU SAY THAT SO CALMLY💀💀

Chuuya: hes acc so annoying i wanna rip my ears of whenever he talked in the total of those few hours

Ranpo: whats the hell did this man do to uoy

Yosano: how did u manage to sepll you backwards💀💀

Ranpo: how did u manage to misspell spell

Yosano: okay buddy.

Yosano: no but on the next monday hes gonna be going to this school and i can NOT deal with this

Chuuya: STOP ARE U SRS??

Yosano: YES.

Tachihara: wait is he hot or ugly??

Chuuya stared at Tachiharas question. He could help but feel heat rise to his cheeks, despite the obnoxious ticking and his obsession with clocks that Chuuya hadnt yet understood and all the stories Yosano has told him which makes him sound like an ass and how he could tell how cocky Dazai was just by being the house for hours with him, no longer than a day. Chuuya couldnt deny that, his looks were outstanding.

Yosano: UGLY.

Chuuya: hot

shit.

He was going to see a reply as he could see all three of them typing at once but Kouyou pulled the phone out of his hands and turned it off. She walked to his bag and shoved it in his bag.

"cmon get in the car," she said she through him the bag and collected his barely eaten toastie before shoving in his mouth.

Chuuya struggled to walk after her as his annoyed yells were muffled by the toastie. He got in the passenger seat, took his time to properly eat his toastie.

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"get of the car dumbass."

He glared at his older sister before getting out the car and hooking his bag over one of his shoulders, he was always a bit late so he walked straight into the tall built school and straight into his tutor.

He sat down next to Tachihara, normally he was glad he had atleast one friend in tutor but right now he wanted to disappear.

"hot" Tachihara spoke in a mocking tone. Fucks sake. So thats how this conversation was gonna go.

"Look. Hes annoying, okay!? But hes got some good features, i cant just lie and say ugly because then you would have had a go at me!" Chuuya thought this was a good explanation in his head but all his got from the other red-head was a suspicious look as he raised his eyebrows and looked Chuuya up and down.

"okay.. sure.. but we have fuckin maths first."

Chuuya slammed his into the desk.

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Chuuya sat in his maths class, his chair wobbling every so often and the small piece of scrunched up paper under the chair leg didnt do much to help it keep stable.

He fucking hated math, he had no damn friends in this class, though he didnt in most classes. Plus the teacher has just recently made a new seating plan and the person who he sat next to was an annoying attention seeking bitch who had clearly never been to told to shut the fuck up once in her life.

Chuuya will admit, sometimes he can be loud and disrupt people, he was on the more loud side, but this girl made him feel like his drums were about to pop. She was a fairly new student, you know those new students that instantly become popular? Yeah, that was basically her.

"Ughh!! Miss I dont wanna sit here..!!" she groaned loudly as she sat down next to him, clear annoyance on her face. Chuuya eyed her from the corner of his eye, what a bitch. Who the fuck says that out loud? Its not like he wanted to sit here either, he didnt ask the teacher in a sweet tone if he could pretty please sit next to the most spoiled and annoying waste of space to exist.

"Okay? Deal with it." He said, glaring at her while opening his book and flipping to a clear page, he could see her glare at him boldly before laughing and turning around in her chiar to talk to the girl behind.

"Jesus! Fuckin hell, im sitting next to somebody with anger issues," she smirked, flipping her hair behind her ears. She laughed loudly and Chuuya felt like ripping his ears off, he huffed and ignored her as he wrote the date and title in his book.

Her faint chattering made him want to kill himself but eventually he managed to block out the sound of her whining. He tapped his pen a couple a times on the table as he stared at the bored, he just wanted the teacher to hurry up and teach so he didnt have to sit in boredom. He fucking hated doing nothing, he could feel his right leg bouncing as he looked around, fidgeting.

"EVERYONE BE QUIET!! I HAVE TO DO THE REGISTER!!" a loud yell came from the teacher, a short white man who had a lot of chub on his stomach but his leg were the size of twigs, his voice was croaky like he had been smoking for 80 years.

The girl flipped around in her chair, staring at the man with a face full of boredom.

"Okay, be quiet now. Samji?"

When nobody answered he groaned, "Is Samji here?"

"Samjis skipping sir!" One of the boys said from across the classroom, laughing.

"Fucks sake.. okay.. Qiqi?"

"here."

"Its here here, sir." He said before moving on, "Airin?"

"yes, sir.."

"Chidori?"

The girl next him laughed before saying, "Bonjour!"

Chuuya felt his face scrunch up in embarrassment. What. The. Fuck. Did she think that was going to make everyone laugh? Because nobody did, nobody. Chuuya glanced her, she seemed to have a proud smile on her face like she just cured cancer by being a total embarrassment to humanity.

Chuuya saw the teacher, he had no clue what his name was, sigh and carry on.

"Benjiro..?"

"Here, sir." the boy said quietly as he slightly raised his hand.

"mhm.. Nakahara?"

"Here." Chuuya spoke in a dull tone, he looked back down to his book and underlined his title, trying to atleast do something other than sit there doing nothing.

As sir continued the register he could see Chidori stare at him with a dirty look, "Can you stop tapping your pen?"

Chuuya looked up from his book and stared at the shorter girl, if maybe she had asked in a politer way he wouldve complied but her rude tone made him want to just do the exact opposite.

"No." he responded before tapping his pen on the desk more at a quicker pace as he glared at her.

Chidori glared back harsher, like she was trying to make him scared but it honestly didnt do anything. She looked like a dumbass.

"Why? Why the hell are you so rude? Like oh my days!" she spoke loudly, gathering the attention of many of the students on our table and the table behind us.

"Why are you so annoying?" Chuuya shot back, she was seriously getting on his nerves and he couldnt wait for maths to end so he could finally not be around this bitch.

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"Alright, pack up your things and get out you rats." the croaky voice of the elder man boomed as everyone instantly collected everything and rushed towards the door.

Chuuya grabbed his book and messily shoved it in his bag before walking out the door, he didnt wait for any of his friends to leave their classes since for his next class, english, he had one of the strictest teacher known to man

He walked towards his class and instead of doing laps like he normally does, he just goes straight in and sits down in his seat at the back. He hated english, he was the definition of 'bad at english'. He wasnt good at reading, writing (his writing also looked like an actual shit), he isnt good with spelling unless hes texting for some reason, he isnt good at remembering simple things like alliteration or any of the sorts. He was shit at english.

The only good thing for once was that one of his friends was actually in his english and sat right next to him. Plus this classroom had tables that only fit 2 people per table so that was even better.

Chuuya tapped his pen before a familiar female walked in and sat down, Yosano.

They sat at the back and their tables side was pressed against a wall right in the corner, Yosano being the one who sat in the very corner.

"Oh my god, Chuuya! He keeps texting me!" she complained the very moment she sat down, Chuuya looked at with a confused slightly before smirking as he realised who she was talking about.

"Oh? Dazais been texting you?" he grins widely, "is he into you?"

Chuuya felt himself chuckle, he knew that even if Dazai did like her she would definitely reject him but its always fun to tease his friends, right? Plus its not like he was jealous, sure he said the guy was hot but he doesnt know him. He doesnt actually have a crush on the demon, he just thinks he has some good features. He seemed like an asshole though. Chuuya couldnt help but feel it was a shame that such a good looking guy had to be a dick and a demon.

"God no." Yosano stated confidently before her face turned into an unsolvable puzzle. Chuuya smiled as he could practically see the gears turning in her head, he had made her over think the situation now it was clear she was getting worried that he might like her, "I mean i hope not, hes like an annoying little brother."

Yosano stopped talking again, trying to think before she opened her mouth again, "I doubt it, my mum said he might clingy and constantly trying to get both of attentions because she thinks he mightve been alone for a long time. Its kinda depressing actually."

Chuuya looked at her as his grin slightly dropped. He feel fucking awkward now. How the hell did this conversation lead to Dazais constant need to attention because hes been all on his own for ages?

"But anyway look, he keeps texting me. I can only thank god that our school lets us use our phones in public." Yosano said, trying to change the topic as she had noticed Chuuyas awkwardness about the previous topic. She lifted up her phone onto the table and showed her texts messages on whatsapp.

Chuuya smiled slightly as he looked at the phone before his faced was masked with confusion as he looked at the profile picture.

"Isnt this your mums contact?" he said tapping onto the profile picture, Yosanos mums face came clearer as the image was bigger.

"Hes using my mums phone dumbass, shes not just gonna a brand new phone for him. Were on a tight budget, you know that."

Chuuya chuckled slightly before going back to see the previous messages.

Angie: AKIKO!! IM BORED..!!

Yosano: Mum? why are you texting me im in school right now

Angie: Ah! Im not that old woman!!

Yosano: Dazai why do you hsve her phone ffs

Angie: Because im bored!! shes making me food right now what is aaaa

Angie: hold on i forgo t the name i need to ask her

Yosano: okay?

Angie: shes making me pasta!!

Yosano: how the fuck did you forget the name for pasta

Angie: because demons dont eat human food. i mean they can it wont like kill them but thats just not their dishes they eat

Yosano: well. what do you eat?

Angie: doesnt matter!! do she have any games on the phone??

Yosano: dunno it aint my phone💀

Angie: oh whatver dont care anyways

Angie: what class are you in right now??

Yosano: im just about to leave maths

Angie: boring. what your next class?

Yosano:💀

Yosano: english

Angie: UGHH

Angie: THATS SO BORINGGGG

Angie: WHAT FUN CLASSES DO YOU EVEN HAVE WOMAN

Angie: AKIKO?? AKIKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO💥💥

Chuuya chuckled at them before saying, "why didnt respond to him?"

"Because i was leaving maths and im not taking the risk of using my phone in the damn corridor," she replied before messaging him back,"

Yosano: oh my god calm down.

While Yosano texted Dazai, Chuuya decided to listen to what their teacher was saying, he also nudged Yosano when her named was called out in the register.

All he got from listening was apprently it was a free lesson to do whatever you want but you had to stay in your seats. Chuuya was honestly surprised considering this teacher was one of the most strictest.

"Yosano we can do anything we want this lesson."

"What? Really? Holy shit. Wait- hold on- oh my god hes begging to face time because hes bored.

She presses accept on when he calls her again and the familiar demon shows up on the screen, he on the small couch in Yosanos living room wearing a gown that looked like Yosanos mums.

" Are you wearing my mums gown!?"

Dazai chuckled before saying in a playful tone, "Its comfy! Oh! Hi short boy!"

Chuuya looked at the phone when Dazai noticed him. SHORT BOY!?

"What the fuck!?" Chuuya said, quite loudly before lowering his voice.

"What?~ I dont know your name! Would you rather me call you ginger?"

Yosano snorted slightly as Chuuya instantly glared at her for laughing.

"Dazai, his name is Nakahara Chuuya."

Dazai stared at the phone slightly before waving at it, grinning, "Oh? Hi Chuuya!"

How the hell could he call Chuuya by his first name so confidently, he didnt bother to correct him before speaking, "are you lazy or something? get of the couch."

The demon just pouted, however he still didnt get up and instead yelled for Yosanos mum.

"ANGIE!? HOW LONG UNTIL THE PASTA IS DONE??"

Yosano sighed as she heard her mum call back a random amount of time, of course Dazai was depending on her for food. Chuuya thought he looked like the type of guy who never did anything but laze around. Guess he was right.

The brunette turned back to the camera, pointing at it, "Chuuya! I am not lazy! I am constantly travelling through time and doing things to time! Thats very tiring!"

What.

What the fuck.

It seemed Yosano had the exact same thoughts since when Chuuya looked at her, her eyes were bulging.

"Excuse me? what?" she said quietly.

Dazai looked at them like they were the odd ones out, "Whats the problem? Was it not obvious i was a time demon? could you not hear the ticking? hm?"

The ticking. Chuuya stared at Dazai through the screen, and all the damn clocks. It made perfect sense.

Holy shit.

Yosano pressed the 'end call' button and Chuuya instantly gave her a confused look.

"What the fuck? We already knew he was a demon, whats the issue?" he spoke in a gentle manner, he didnt want others to hear their conversation.

"Chuuya. He just send hes a time demon. That means he can probably send things into different times."

Chuuya stared at her, he knew he wasnt the brightest guy but what Yosano was saying made him feel like a total dumbass, "so?"

"Chuuya." she grabbed his shoulders and stared into his both his brown and blue eyes.

"He made a deal with my mum that he would make my dad leave."

"uh huh.." Chuuya honestly didnt have a clue what she was getting at.

Yosano shaked him slightly before saying,

"What fucking time did he put my dad in!?"