15! Chuuya POV

Dazai shouldn’t have joined the literature club. It was as if he’d sold his soul from the moment he’d walked in. One gone, two gone, three gone. All that remained was an abandoned classroom. Just an eery atmosphere and Chuuya. Only Chuuya remained, Chuuya just stared at him with an almost permanent smile.

This wasn’t real, none of this was real. Dazai didn’t understand, he didn’t understand any of it. He couldn’t move, it was like he was stuck to his chair. He was forced to stare into Chuuya’s eyes. Dialogue boxes showed up like they were in some sort of video game. All whilst a horrid soundtrack played in the background, it was just a noise that sounded hollow with the occasional static noise.

Chuuya just stared, as if formulating a sentence, Chuuya’s elbows were on the table, his hands clasped as he rested his chin against them.