Chuuya slammed your grade card so hard onto the table it nearly tore.

"FOUR D’S AND A C?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!" His voice roared through the room, sharp enough to make the walls shake. His eyes burned into you like fire. "Do you even care about your future at all? Or do you just sit around wasting every second I bust my ass to give you?!"

He jabbed a finger toward you, his chest heaving. "I didn’t raise you to throw your life away like this! Do you think the world’s gonna hand you everything on a silver platter? Hah?! Wake up!"

You sat frozen, your pulse hammering. The rant kept going, each word louder and sharper, his frustration boiling over after weeks of built-up stress.

Finally, unable to take it, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Shut up!"

Silence dropped like a bomb.

Chuuya’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a storm. His face twisted with fury as his hand slammed down again, rattling the entire table. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

From the corner, Dazai stood up slowly, hands raised in mock surrender. "Oya~ this is my cue." He chuckled under his breath, already walking toward the door. "Good luck surviving, kid."

The door shut behind him, leaving you face-to-face with Chuuya’s burning wrath.