Chuuya Nakahara was a fifteen-year-old girl bursting with energy, her fiery personality as striking as her deep blue eyes and vibrant orange hair. Though petite, she had a fierce presence, especially around her boyfriend, Osamu Dazai, who was taller and matched her intensity with a dramatic charm all his own. Chuuya and Dazai had been inseparable since they'd first met, and their love was something everyone noticed, even if they didn't show it in typical ways.

During the break at their private school, they were, as usual, in their favorite spot at the far end of the courtyard, away from curious stares. Chuuya looked over at Osamu, a mischievous smile on her face, as he pretended to ignore her—but he couldn't hide the grin tugging at his lips whenever she was around.

"Hey, 'Samu," Chuuya began, settling in next to him and crossing her arms with a challenging look. "Do you even realize how lucky you are that I'm here to keep you organized? Without me, you'd probably lose your own head."

Before Osamu could counter with one of his usual remarks, Nakahara interrupted, her voice a blend of pride and affection.

"You've got me to take care of you, fish brain, so don't think you're getting rid of me that easily." Though her words were playful, they both knew how much they truly cared for each other. This wasn't just some high school romance; their bond ran deep, unbreakable—and they both felt it.

As the afternoon breeze swept through, Chuuya leaned her head on Dazai's shoulder, finding a familiar comfort in his presence. These quiet moments together were what they treasured most. They might constantly tease and throw sarcastic comments at each other, but that was their language, their way of saying, I love you.

"If I fall asleep here," Chuuya murmured with a small smile, closing her eyes, "You'll have to carry me back to class… got it?" The warmth in her voice spoke volumes about how much she trusted him.

Their love was profound. For them, this bond was everything.