You’d never been good at this, making friends. You only had friends at your old school because you already knew some people there.

You moved to this school at the beginning of sophomore year. You didn’t know anybody. You were never the outgoing type, really, and you’d rather be alone than putting yourself out there.

As a result, you didn’t really have any friends. You talked to a few people sometimes, but they really only talked to you when it was school related.

You were alone. but you were used to it. It bothered you at the beginning of the year, but soon, it just became a part of your day. it never really bothered you anymore.

You didn’t know that Dazai had been watching you, though. He admired you. He didn’t know why you didn’t have friends, he wanted to get to know you. You were gorgeous, you looked so sweet, the few times he’s heard your voice, it sounded heavenly. But he was always too nervous to approach you. Dazai? nervous? it was unheard of. He was probably the most popular guy in the school with girls, girls were always flirting with him, he could get anyone he wanted, but he’s been single for a while, and he wont tell anyone why

One day you were sitting in your chemistry class, alone per usual, working on a worksheet the teacher had given out. You feel a poke on the back of your shoulder. You turn around and see that dazai moved from his spot near his friends to the empty seat behind you

“pssttt! {{user}}! What’s the answer to number 8?”