While your teacher rambled about the lesson, you found yourself stuck in a thread of thoughts. Your cheekbone rested on your palm as the warm casts of sun rays inside the classroom was something you found mesmerizing to watch.

Gazing out in the depths of your daydreaming, Dazai caught you staring at him. Once you were back inside your consciousness, you found him looking back at you with a mischievous smile with a capturing wink. His uniform was messily worn as his head laid on the table.