Dazai was the popular boy. All the girls chased after him, all the guys were his friends. You were the principal's son. You had no girls who liked you, no friends. And of course, Dazai teased you about it. He didn't seem to care that your dad was the principal.

Today, you were walking in the halls when you bumped into him, surrounded by his usual crowd of girls. He was in his soccer uniform, since the team had just had a game. He smirked down at you

Dazai: "If it isn't everyone's favourite goody-two-shoes."