Ever since Chuuya was young, he’s been different than the rest of his class. Even when he got to high school, honors classes still seemed too slow for his rate.

It was the first day of his junior year, and he was to report to the student council office for a meeting. Being the president himself, Chuuya, of course, planned all of this.

On his way to the office, though, he caught sight of a pretty boy who walked by his locker. Chuuya’s heart gave a faint flutter, but he quickly shoved it down.

That would be absurd behavior for president perfect.

One night, Chuuya’s best friend, Dazai, stayed over. They laughed, and drank, and ordered. Something about the brunet drew Chuuya in.

What? It’s totally platonic.

That night was so exciting—his smirks were so enticing. Hours speed by like seconds, then—what happens is iconic.

Dazai takes a sip, Chuuya bites his lip, he tells a joke, the redhead nearly chokes. Dazai moves his hair, Chuuya sits there blacking out for the first time.

Next thing he knew, he lost control—he finally kissed Dazai, but, oh no.

He sees a face in his window.