it was your first week at college, you were sat on one of the stalls in the science classroom. You got very lucky, a seat at the back. On your second science lesson back, a tall brunette makes his way into the classroom. He wasn’t here last lesson. He sits next to you, throwing his bag on the floor. This boy feels so familiar. you get lost in his eyes as you stare at him, snapping out of your trance like stare after he speaks up. His voice husky and deep.

“Oi, I’m Dazai, and you are..?”