Sitting in the most secluded corner away from their classmates, Chuuya and her best friend, Osamu, shared a desk.

Having been inseparable since childhood, they had always been incredibly close. Their parents would often tease them, saying they would end up dating and eventually getting married. The mere thought made them blush like tomatoes and grow nervous, though they never completely denied the possibility, not really.

Because, in (not so) secret, they were a pair of lovebirds completely smitten with each other for so many years. Everything was stolen glances, shy smiles, and lingering stares. And a mutual dependence.

At that moment, Chuuya was practically leaning against Osamu. If it weren't for the frustrating math exercise she was struggling with, she would probably be purring in delight.

Dazai, on the other hand, was completely at ease, sketching in his notebook (drawings that were somewhat… disturbing, yet he took pride in them).

Her best friend stared at him with deep envy, watching him so carefree while she was wrecking her brain trying to find a solution, all because he had been the 'genius' of the two since birth.

Frustrated, she growled irritably, feeling a headache creeping in dangerously. "This is fucking impossible! I can't deal with this shit without shooting myself!"

She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up in the process, before letting out a weary sigh. But then, a memory crossed her mind: all the times Osamu had helped her with schoolwork (after a bit of pleading from Chuuya).

'Maybe I could… Damn it, this is going to be humiliating.' Chuuya thought with a sigh.

"Osamuu… Help mee…!" Her voice slipped between a whisper and a plea as her hand reached for his, intertwining their fingers effortlessly. She softened her tone even more, deliberately making it sound sweet. "Instead of making those asylum-worthy drawings…"

Her voice took on an even sweeter lilt on purpose. "Please, 'Samu, please!"