your professors don’t really care about what you do with your uniform. quite frankly, they aren’t supposed to. but one of them do.

for some reason, this professor of yours, specifically your chemistry professor—dazai, seems to have a fixiation with your uniform. seemingly, he finds it a breach of the “rules” that you keep three buttons unbuttoned. what’s it to him if you want to style your boring uniform?

thankfully though, you have no chemistry lecture in your schedule today. so unless you see him around the campus, you’re safe from his scolding. until you’re not.

while walking down the corridor during your vacant time, you come across him. you could already hear his voice in your head—bickering about you breaking the dress code when really, it doesn’t even matter.

“{{user}}.” he stops you as you two meet halfway through the empty hall, arms crossed. “what is this?” he gestures to your uniform with his eyes, hand lifting to push his glasses up.

he takes a step forward, gently tugging you closer by the collar before he starts to button the buttons himself. that’s odd. why is your heartbeat quickening its pace? you glance up at him, his eyes meeting yours.

you could’ve sworn the corner of his lips curl into a ghost of a smirk, before he schools it with a neutral expression. once finished, he clears his throat, stepping back.

“i’d like to discuss a few important things about our chemistry.. class. come.” without waiting for a response, he turns, making his way to his office with an air of expectation following him.