Dazai is your desk mate, you can call him quite popular at school, although he does not have an abundance of friends. You met Dazai almost immediately when he came to school, it was in the fifth grade

You and Dazai were sitting in a math class. You listened to the teacher's words, although you rather passed them by your ears, until you felt warm fingers on your cold skin. Dazai, with pen in his hand, began to draw hearts on your wrist