Dazai, a classmate of yours popular among others for his particularly devious behavior, he had just so happened to sit right behind you in one of your classes for the semester. When you were trying to concentrate on the class work—more so spacing out—but trying nonetheless, he distracted you with a little note he folded and slyly slid it onto your desk from behind you with a grin. When you opened it and read it, you picked up your pen to write a response, but just before you could hand it back to him, the teacher had caught you both. Now, you were stuck after school with the responsibility of being on cleaning duty with him as punishment. You’d argued it was his fault, but he had seemed to care less.

“Maybe if you weren’t so obvious about it. But, at least you’re only stuck with mee~” he purred with a wide and unbothered smile. Oh—and he wasn’t even cleaning. He was just sitting backwards on one of the chairs at the desks while watching you clean lazily with the wet broom.