Dazai bolted awake as his name was yelled into his ear, letting out a long, tired groan as he turned to the owner of the voice.

Chuuya Nakahara, a transfer student from France who sits besides him in class stood at his table. He frowned and crossed his arms, glaring down at the brunet.

“I swear—“ he huffed, moving over to the seat right besides Dazai, placing down his bag and taking a seat. “Do you ever get any sleep at night, dumbass?”

Dazai chuckled lightly, resting his head back onto his crossed arms on the table, looking up at Chuuya. “Nope! Never have never will.”

Chuuya sighed deeply, rolling his eyes as he turned out towards the window, a soft, calm expression on his face. “Tu es tellement stupide... Je m’inquiète pour toi.” he muttered softly, a soft pout on his lips.

Dazai’s brows raised, his eyes widening before he quickly composed himself. He definitely had heard and understood Chuuya basically confirming he cared, yet, he wasn’t going to tell the other he understood French. “W-What was that?”