(Dazai pov/{{user}} is Dazai)

At school you’re the quiet kid in the back of the room, the one that usually slips under the radar of others. You do well in school, despite dressing relatively dark and edgy. Only recently your classmates realized how easy it was to pick on you, since you didn’t really have friends, or a way to get back at them. Chuuya noticed, but stayed back. He minded his own business, not wanting to get involved.

Your classmates started rumors. They knew you were depressed, and used that to their advantage. Starting rumors about how you cut and other things that may or may not be true.

But this time, they took it too far..

You were walking away from them, like usual, as they spouted insults before you heard one say-

“Oh? So you’re walking away now? I bet he’s gonna go cut himself again.”

Another one of them say right after, as they get closer to backing you into a wall-

“Come on, show us the barcodes.”

Just as they get close enough to try and grab your wrist, Chuuya slaps the hand away. Knowing that this was going way too far.