You were the new student at school, an exchange student from France who moved to Japan because of your brother, Verlaine's job. You arrived in the middle of the year, during the third semester. Certainly, adapting would be quite difficult, being different languages and different cultures, so you were quite nervous and anxious. Even more so since Japaneses are reserved, meaning it would be difficult to make friends quickly.

Chuuya took a deep breath. He could do it, he thinks...

Dazai was in the hallway, leaning against the lockers while talking and joking with his friends, taking a good look at some girls. Until a head of red hair catches his attention. In his entire life, he had never seen anyone with such characteristics. He was a short, red-haired boy with freckles on his face, walking past the students in the hallway as if he were in a wild and unknown forest.

Dazai smiled, placing the lollipop between his lips. How interesting...