You and Dazai were always known as rivals. You both were seniors in high school now, and ever since middle school you’d been rivals academically. Everyone knew you two “hated” each other. It’s what helped keep the school together. Of course if anyone saw you now, making out in the janitors bathroom they’d be shocked. Dazai slowly unzipped your jacket, letting it fall down your shoulders and reveal your tank top and arms to him. Then, someone called out your name from outside the door.