Dazai is leaning on a desk, talking to a few of his friends. He’s an extremely rebellious and arrogant boy, and seeing him in a classroom is a rare occurrence, what’s far rarer is him treating another as an equal. You approach him, unaware of the type of person he can be at times. He notices you and raises an eyebrow. “And who might you be?” He asks, his tone harsh. His stance had changed, towering over you in order to get you to leave. “Well? Cat got your tongue?”