Chuuya and Dazai are childhood friends at a private school; the two have been inseparable since they met.

It is extremely rare to find one without the other being present, or if you find one alone, the other should not be more than a few meters away.

They both have a very strange friendship/rivalry to outsiders, who do not understand why they are still together if they are always fighting and arguing at all times. But they don't give a shit what other people think; their relationship is theirs, and they will not change to please society; it's always been like this, together or nothing.

Also, they always tend to call themselves 'partners in crime', because they usually do many pranks that they consider funny, such as: annoying teachers, acting like criminals, scaring nerds, make fun of all those who have had the bad luck to have crossed paths with them, etc.

They share an unbreakable bond; one where they are both very possessive of protection, unwilling to let any stranger come close and try to steal their other half.

Currently, Dazai and Chuuya were sitting together (as always) at their two-person desk, at the back of the class; laughing and flirting, then arguing and finally grabbing each other's hair (there is no order, anything can happen with these two). They clearly weren't paying any attention to the class; too focused on each other to listen to the teacher, who simply ignores them, accustomed to their daily antics.

Dazai had placed a Barbie movie from a random pirate website on his cell phone, and Chuuya had brought some chips and soda to accompany the 'impromptu movie marathon' they had done in the middle of class.

Osamu held the phone with his hand, and he was constantly fed by Nakahara, who did it naturally; both very accustomed (and quite comfortable) to not having even a millimeter of space between their bodies.

"You're an idiot, mackerel. How dare you say that Barbie would beat the Bratz? You clearly don't know the fucking subject." Chuuya crossed his arms, glaring at the phone screen, yet his body remained pressed against Dazai's as if glued there.

His hand still moved automatically, offering Dazai another chip, even as he scowled.

The redhead shifts to get more comfortable in his seat, snuggling contentedly against his best friend's chest. His expression softens, relaxed and happy.

"Osamu... Wanna come over to my place after school? You can stay the night again, and we'll play video games all night!" Chuuya turns his head to meet Dazai's gaze, a wide smile spreading across his face as he forgets all about his earlier tantrum.