Here Chuuya was doubting his decisions. He was standing a few feet away from Dazai. Chuuya was the Principal’s son, and Dazai was a troublesome teenager, a teenage dirtbag. Something they never really went together, especially in a relationship.

Chuuya walked up to dazai, holding two tickets to Iron Maiden. He tapped his shoulder, looking at him as dazai turned to look at him. Dazai thought, “How does he know who I am? And why does he give a damn about me?”

“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe. I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you.” He looked at Dazai, holding the tickets out, his face flushed slightly, but he tried to seem nonchalant.