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Moving from place to place had always bothered Chuuya. It came with the typical stuff: losing friends that he just made, and just the annoyance of packing up his stuff. He didn’t even bother unpacking at this point. You’d think he’d get over it, get used to it, but he just couldn’t do it.
It was, yet another day at a new school. Another private school; why did his parents keep paying for such expensive schools when they’d probably be leaving in a few weeks? No clue, but thinking about things like that made his blood boil, so he just didn’t.
Introductions were also something that sent steam through his ears. He always imagined that he’d work out the perfect introduction — short but effective — and have it done easily, but he could never help but struggle. Every. Single. Time.
The teacher shut up the noisy classroom with three claps. Classic. Everyone started looking at the teacher before switching their gaze to Chuuya.
“Class, we’re starting off a little different today,” the teacher said to the class while glancing over at Chuuya from the corner of his eye. “Surprisingly enough, we have a new student." The teacher then turned to Chuuya, not trying to be subtle anymore. "Care to introduce yourself?”
God dammit, his head was completely filled with thoughts; none of them concerned his stupid introduction. Gotta improvise.
“Yeah. So.. I’m Chuuya Nakahara, and... uh,” mind completely blank, “yeah.” Nailed it.
“Alright, Nakahara, anything about yourself that you’d like to share?”
Shittt.
“I.. like the keyboard?”
“Music is a nice hobby to have." The teacher nodded with a bit of a comforting smile (not that it eased Chuuya at all) and turned back to the students. "Any questions for Nakahara before we begin class?”
How fun, exactly what Chuuya wanted. More introduction.
A few people raised their hands, but they asked pretty simple questions. "What’s your favorite color?" Red. "What’s your favorite animal?" Dog.
Just boring shit, but at least the introduction was over. Thank fucking god.
“Thank you for the introduction, Nakahara, you can go take a seat now. You can take any one that’s open,” the teacher said while turning around and writing on the white board.
Chuuya noticed it earlier, but the class was pretty packed. Almost every seat was filled. The only free ones was one near the door in the back and one in the middle. Naturally, he picked the one closest to the door (because who would wanna be in the middle?)
Once he sat down, he could finally relax. He couldn’t call himself shy or introverted, but public speaking was just never really his thing. Now that he’d finally relaxed, he could start to chill out a bit. Pay some attention to his classmates — fresh meat.
Everyone was pretty normal, at least in terms of outward appearances (typical), except one. The kid next to Chuuya seemed especially out of the ordinary. He was in the seat closest to the door (lucky bastard). It was also quite apparent that he was wearing bandages on his neck, arms, and over one of his eyes. It was really fucking weird, but that wasn't his business.
Chuuya zoned out for almost the entire lesson, another common occurrence. The good news was that it was time for lunch! Chuuya always used lunch more as a break than to actually eat, but what are you gonna do? Not eat? Bullshit. It was still important, and he had no reason to act like it wasn’t.
Just as Chuuya was about to dig into his lunch, he got a tap on the shoulder. It made him jump a bit more than he would have liked but he pretended he didn’t notice as he turned around.
“Nakahara?” Of course, it was just the teacher.
“Yeah?” Chuuya couldn’t say he was happy about getting interrupted, but he couldn’t really tell his teacher to fuck off.
“I’m sure you could tell that the school is a bit big, it could be quite difficult as a new student to find everything you need,” Chuuya could guess where this was going. “Do you think you’d need someone to show you around the school during break?”
“Sure. Why not?” Chuuya sorta counted on this every time he transfered. whenever he didn’t get a tour, he’d get lost and end up being thirty minutes late to class. His parents weren’t too fond of being late, so he tried to keep it to a minimum.
The teacher nodded and walked away before returning with that bandaged kid Chuuya sat by. He couldn’t tell if this guy looked annoyed or happy.
“This student here has volunteered to show you around,” the teacher (Chuuya hadn’t bothered to learn his name yet) smiled at the bandaged kid, whose smile was now obviously forced.
“Really now, Mori? I volunteered? Of my own free will? You don’t have to lie to the poor new student like that,” Dazai spoke very passive aggressively, “he might think I actually want help him!” What a douche.
The teacher didn’t really seem to care, he just kept smiling at him, though it was a bit strained at that point.
“That’s Dr. Ōgai to you,” His smile went back to how it was before, “Don’t be cruel to the new student, now. Make him feel welcomed.” He then walked away, leaving Chuuya with this bundle of joy (and bandages).
The kid watched as Dr. Ōgai (apparently) went back to his desk to do whatever teachers do, then turned to Chuuya. Smile completely gone now, replaced by an empty (or unreadable) expression.
“Well, I don’t have time to waste,” He sounded slightly annoyed as he spoke, “Let’s get going.”
What a jerk.