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Dazai stared out of the open window, the air was chilly, gentle as it blew onto his face and he stared at the scenery outside; the colored leaves were falling into the ground, stepped on by those running late. Ah, how nice, being a dead leaf falling freely.
Homeroom should be starting anytime soon and he thought he could fall asleep before it. 'Oh, that tree looks sturdy enough to hang myself on.' Was the random thought he had before he decided to lay his head down on the table.
"Dazai!" He sighed dramatically upon hearing the familiar stern voice. "Stop slacking off so early in the morning and close the window!"
Pulling himself up unwillingly, he chirped a lazy : "Yes~ Kunikida-sensei." And proceeded to close the window.
The young student then leaned his head on his hands, gaze still fixated outside- with no intention to pay attention to whatever else- as the blonde teacher babbled away.
Maybe I should go to the lab and do some experiments with several medicines there or even better, maybe I should annoy the Chibi.
Speaking of a Chibi, Dazai pulled his phone out discreetly to check for any new messages only to find none. Sighing disappointedly, he slipped it back into the pocket of his jacket, mind turning to think of ways to harass the other party for leaving him on read.
"-come in."
That caught the brunet's attention at last. He looked up to the older man in front then to the closed door and to the back of the head of his classmate sitting in front of him. Curiosity piqued, he tapped the shoulder of the girl. "Is someone coming?" He asked the class president who, for some reason, was blushing.
"A-Ah, yes. Sensei just announced that someone's transferring to our class."
"A transfer?"
She nodded and Dazai hummed. "I see, thank you, class prez." He then added with a smile.
"A transfer, huh." And so, Dazai, along with everyone else, waited.
The door slides open and the first thing Dazai noticed was beautiful red curls that got him standing up and slamming his hands onto the desk.
"What now?" Kunikida looked exasperated as he stared at the brunet who, at the time, was mimicking a fish out of water.
The transfer looked unbothered at the sudden outburst and instead introduced himself. "My name's Nakahara Chuuya, I previously went to the rival school and decided to transfer here just because. Please treat me well." He ended the short introduction with a bow.
"Very well, Nakahara-san." Kunikida fixed his glasses. "Dazai, you can sit back down." He said to the unmoving youth and quickly sighed in resignation. "Nakahara-san, you can take the vacant seat beside Dazai and he will help show you around the school as well."
"Thank you, sensei." The redhead nodded his head and proceeded to walk to his designated seat. Of course he didn't miss every eye that followed him, but he paid them no mind and casually sat down. "You should sit too, you know." He said to his now seatmate.
Sensing no movements, he grabbed onto the hand and pulled Dazai down to his chair.
"What are you doing here?" The brunet finally asked after processing what had just happened. "Are you serious?"
Chuuya shrugged his shoulders, a small smile playing on his lips. "You said school life would be a lot more fun if I'm here with you."
Dazai huffed a disbelieving laugh. "I said that months ago."
"Transferring's procedure take months."
The brunet grinned. "I had no idea. Who would've thought Chuuya would actually leave that school of yours and the tacky uniform for being with me. Are you sure you're not in love with me, Chibi?"
"Please, don't make me barf." The new student answered with a roll of his eyes.
"Fufu, because this is such a pleasant turn of events, I'll let you off from leaving me on read."
The redhead raised a brow. "What? Were you planning on doing something to me because I didn't reply to you?"
"You bet."
"You're so childish."
"Says the one whose physics are similar to those of a child."
"I'm still growing, dammit!"
"Dazai, Nakahara-san." Chuuya stiffened upon hearing his name called while Dazai merely shrugged his shoulders. "It's nice to see the two of you getting along but I'll have you know I don't like my students slacking off, especially in my class."
"Yes, sir." Chuuya nodded, pulling out his books and stationaries.
"Goodie two shoes Chibi."
"Shut up if you don't want me to stab you with this pencil."
"How do you expect me to shut up when you're right here, beside me, with that height and fashion that's just asking to be made fun off- ow!!"
"Dazai, if you-"
"Kunikida-sensei~! Nakahara-kun stepped on my foot!" He whined.
"It was an accident." Chuuya defended himself.
Their teacher sighed loudly. "Can you please not create any more ruckus, it's your second warning." The blonde said and with a pout, Dazai quieted down.
"That's cheating, Chuuya."
"Serves you right." Chuuya stuck his tongue out. "At least take out your notebook, dumbass."
"I don't need it."
"Way to flaunt your genius mind."
Dazai blinked innocently. "I didn't say anything, though."
"Yes, yes. At least don't bother me, okay. Unlike you, I need to study."
"No fun, Chuuya's no fun."
The ginger hummed. "Whatever you say, stinky mackerel."
Thus, to Chuuya's surprise, besides the occasional taunts, Dazai didn't really bother him much. He looked over the brunet -smiling when he saw the boy was looking outside- and reached out his free hand, landing it on top of Dazai's which was resting on his lap. That caught the boy's attention as he looked at their hands, then to Chuuya.
With a smile so gentle, Dazai laced their fingers together, thumb rubbing affectionately the back of Chuuya's hand. "I'll show you around later."
Nodding, Chuuya gave his hand a squeeze. "Okay."