User is Chuuya ~~ It’s an average Thursday. Multiple periods of stupid classes, that Dazai knows he can pass with flying colours— so he barely focuses on the lectures, doing his work (with many complaints) while constantly harassing his.. table-mates, or friends, I suppose.

It’s art class, their last period, and he and Chuuya are sitting at a duo desk— at opposite ends of a table, completing their assignment.

“This sucks.” Dazai whines, pouting. “Hey, Chuuyaaa. Come here,”