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"Shut up, you are sooooo short, no arguing allowed, I mean, even the boys a class lower than us are taller than you are," Dazai smirks, picking on the ginger who he just so happens to be in the same group with.
Chuuya is about to open his mouth to say something back to him but someone slams their hand on the table, making it shake.
"Enough of your bickering! We have to do the project as soon as possible! There are currently 34.25 minutes until the end of the class and we should be ready by then!" a blonde boy says, looking at the other boys in his group.
"Shut up, four-eyes, why don't you start with it if you want to get it ready, huh?" Chuuya snarls back at him, infuriating the blonde.
"For your info, I have done half of the project already, if you two want to get a good grade, you have to work as well!" they both are screaming at each other now.
Dazai simply lets out a small sigh of annoyance. Of course, his luck would pair him up with two aggressive people. No, of course, his teacher would do this. Sometimes he wonders if this man does it on purpose.
"Kunikida, Nakahara, you two calm down or you will both have detention!" the teacher then shouts, too lazy to get closer, sitting on his chair in front of the class.
As soon as Kunikida hears it, he shuts up and sits down, focusing on the work again. Oh yeah, he's a goody-two-shoes.
"Let's just get this over with," he grumbles, writing faster than humanly possible.
"Oh Kunikida-sannnn, it's so nice of you to do all of the work!" Dazai comments, making the blonde even angrier.
"You're lucky this time, next time, I will not give either of you credits if we keep on getting grouped up," he says sternly, gripping his pencil strongly, surprisingly it doesn't break.
Chuuya rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath while Dazai leans back on his chair, stretching his limbs.
After those 34 minutes have passed, the boys are all already out of the classroom.
Chuuya is the first to run off, rushing towards the school exit, seeming to be in a hurry.
"This little boy is so angry for no reason all the time," Dazai complains as he and Kunikida walk after him.
The brunette squints his eyes quickly as the sunlight is too strong for his eyes.
"Eughhh I hate this weather so muchhhhh, I don't like the sun," he pouts a bit before sighing again.
Pulling out the phone and covering the higher part slightly with his hand to see the screen better, he looks at the time.
"Oh! Kunikida! I have to leave now! See you tomorrow!" he then hurries away, waving a small bye before running off in the direction of his house.
The thing is, he had promised his boyfriend that he'd text him at 15.00, but the time is now 15.03 already, so he's late.
Right, Dazai is actually homosexual. But he could never say that to anyone.
So he got himself an online boyfriend. And he absolutely adores him.
The thing is, Dazai has no clue what the other boy looks like. Hell, he doesn't even know his name.
He could easily be a 60-year-old man. Yet Dazai doesn't stop talking with him.
When the brunette finally arrives at his house, he stumbles to find the keys but when he finally does, he has problems with getting them to the right hole the right way.
"Shit, just open already," he curses under his breath.
When he finally manages to get the door open, he quickly steps inside and discards his shoes, hurrying into his room.
He jumps on his bed and pulls out his phone. There it is. The message he has been waiting for the whole day.
ʀ ᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ?
Dazai giggles as he replies to his text.
𝚑𝚒 :𝟹 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚒 𝚓𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍
There isn't even a minute between the messages as the other boy answers him.
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ 2ᴅᴀʏ
Dazai wonders what to say before he finally types out his message.
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚕,,, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚃_𝚃
ᴏʜ? ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴊꜱ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ? ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ ᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ.
Ahh, possessiveness. Dazai can't help but smile slightly as he looks at his phone.
Suddenly, another message comes up.
𝘠𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵?
Ugh, Chuuya. Dazai regrets giving him his number.
The brunette rolls his eyes as he types a short response
𝙊𝙆. 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙖.
He doesn't deserve anything else anyway.
Now, that this is dealt with, Dazai can go back to talking to his boyfriend.
𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗.. :𝚌
There is a long typing bubble as the boy probably is writing the reasons why it can't work out.
ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴠʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴊꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ᴢᴀ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏʏʏʏʏ
Okay yeah, that's dumb.
Why can't he just understand how desperate Dazai is for the attention?
He wants attention in real life, not just texting online.
𝚖𝚢𝚋𝚋𝚋 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝? 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖
Dazai can't just stop pursuing this.
He is stubborn and he won't stop until he gets what he wants.
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"Ughh gosh, he won't stop pestering me, will he?" Chuuya groans, a smile still on his face.
He loves Za, after all. This boy just caught his feelings.
And it's not like the ginger doesn't wanna meet his boyfriend either.
Sometimes Chuuya still wonders how he manages to be so open about his sexuality in the internet.
But he doesn't worry about it too much.
ꜰɪɴᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀʏ ꜱᴍᴛʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ, ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛᴛᴛᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴍʏʙ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ?
The boy sighs, ready to be met with sadness because Za probably wants to meet up sooner than next week.
𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚙𝚙𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙?????
ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛᴛᴛᴛᴛ
Nana is just a stupid nickname that he gave Chuuya. No matter how much the ginger might dislike it, he still finds it cute.
His boyfriend is super cute anyways.
𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚎 !! 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 !! 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 !! 𝚖𝚠𝚊 !!
ᴏʜ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ... ᴡᴇʟᴘ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴍᴡᴀ <3
He chuckles at the cuteness of his boyfriend.
𝚎𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚔𝚔𝚔<𝟹𝟹𝟹𝟹𝟹𝟹𝟹𝟹
With that, the green dot turns into a gray one.
Like that, Za was gone.
Chuuya sighs, feeling his happiness slowly leave him.
He already misses him. The highlight of his day just left.
Well, he should start with his homework too.
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He cannot wait to meet him. Finally, after all these months, he has a chance.
But for now, it's time to deal with school. He should ask his mom for money as well.
"Ugh, I hope dad's not coming home today..." he grunts as he sits up on his bed and takes some books out of his school bag.
Opening his math notebook first, he just stares at the numbers before taking his phone a dialing Kunikida's number.
"Hello! Kunikida! Have you perhaps already finished your math homework?" Dazai hopefully asks.
"Yes, but I am not giving you the answers. Have a good day," he hangs up.
The brunette groans. Does he really have to do this all alone? He has no motivation to do this.
But maybe...
"And what the hell do you want?" Chuuya snarls as he finally picks up.
"Chuuuuya-kunnnn, do you have the math homework-" Dazai starts but he is hung up on before he can even finish his sentence.
"Hmph, mean," he sighs as he calls the last person he knows.
The phone rings a long time before a voice answers.
"Dazai? What's going on?" the younger boy asks in confusion.
It's not every day that his upperclassman calls him.
"Ahh, Atsushi, I know you're a class below but could you help me with my math? I realllllyyy don't want to do it..." Dazai makes his voice a bit shakier as if he's about to cry when he doesn't get help soon.
"Um, sorry, but I'm not the best at math either... Oh, also, I got to go, see you tomorrow at school!" the white-haired boy hangs up as well.
Now Dazai has nobody else to call. There is no way he is calling Akutagawa.
So he just sits on his chair and stares at the math homework. No emotion is visible in his eyes.
A sudden knocking pulls him out of his thoughts.
"Samu, dear, dinner is ready," his mom peeks into his room and Dazai turns to look at her, a fake smile on his face as he is still mad at his schoolmates.
"Got it, mom, I'll be there soon," he nods, dismissing the older woman.
As soon as the door closes, the brunette boy hits his head on his desk.
"Fuck you, math. I hate you so much," Dazai groans before slowly standing up and dragging his feet towards the door.
He isn't really hungry right now, hell, he usually doesn't even want to eat. But if his dad finds out it will be horrible.
And Dazai is not risking that.
He can just eat the smallest portion ever and then go back to his room and isolate himself from the rest of humanity.
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This guy cannot even do his math homework himself? Such a fucking dumbass, Chuuya thinks to himself.
Why is he even calling him, he knows very well he won't help him with anything.
Hah, he probably just got rejected by the math nerd so that's why he called.
At least he doesn't have to deal with this bitch anymore.
He sighs, he wishes that Za would be back already, he misses him, as much as he would like to deny it.
"Chuuya! Get out of your room! You are going to miss the best part of the movie!" he suddenly hears a girl shout.
Gosh, his sister can be soooo annoying sometimes.
"Chinatsu, can you be quiet? I am trying to study here, I don't care about this stupid movie!" the ginger shouts back from the other room.
"Ughhh big brother is so mean againnnnn, mooooommmm!" the girl's voice echoes through the house and suddenly, Chuuya is sitting next to his sister in front of the TV.
"So, what movie are you talking about again?" he asks, trying to seem curious.
Their mother walks into the room. "Hmm? What's wrong, angel?" she asks, looking between Chuuya and Chinatsu.
"Ah, nothing, we solved the problem already!" the young girl chimes happily.
The woman nods and walks away quickly, she was probably busy with her work or something.
"I hate you, China," the boy grits his teeth and crosses his arms, unwillingly sitting on the couch.
"Hehe, love you too, Chu-chu," the girl giggles, enjoying the defeat of her brother.
Meanwhile, he left his phone in his room as he left in a hurry.
Now his phone is going off but he's not there. That might not end well for him...
Especially considering that he has always been there for the past few months... and Za likes to spam a lot so there might be some explaining to do later...
But for now, Chuuya is forced to watch some stupid romance movie with her sister, not able to study or do anything else he likes.