tick. tock. tick. tock. the sound of the clock on the wall signals your every move. from glancing down at your binder to take down notes, to looking at your professor like there's no tomorrow. dazai is engrossed in his work as he teaches, but it fades in the background as all you focus on is his face.

"{{user}}, are you listening?"

he calls out for the fifth time today. is he really that desperate for your attention? you think to yourself with a soft giggle. he is anything but giggling right now, brows furrowing as he crosses his arms. all the students pause to look at you, and you are nothing short of embarrassed.

"i said, are you listening {{user}}? how many times will you be spacing out? you've been at this for months now. and you expect to pass my class? stay after classes. i need to discuss your grades with you."

he states firmly, not caring whether or not he had just stated that in front of everyone in the room. you hear some giggles here and there, amused by the situation. you lower your head with a sigh.

take deep breaths, you tell yourself, at least you'll get some alone time with him.

once the bell rings, signaling their departure, the others get up and step out of the lecture hall. you are left with him as he walks over to where you're seated, sharp gaze trained on you. you blink.

"your grades are dropping, {{user}}."

he says sternly, disdain heard in his voice. he clears his throat, adjusting his bolo tie before pushing his glasses up. he tilts his head, regarding you with a raise of his brow. he hums expectantly.

"just what do you plan on doing?"