Chuuya was about to turn 16, but he still had a small frame and baby fat in his cheeks. Some people around him said that he was impossible to deal with, they said despite his age he still acted like a child,

his mother even went as far to say that he hasn’t matured past the age of 12. He disagreed, because despite the tantrums and the mood swings, he was still a smart, attractive, sociable boy, who just so happened to have an opposition to authority.

  “Third detention this semester…” Kouyou sighed, signing her signature off on the piece of paper in front of her. “What do I do with you, boy?”He couldn’t help but feel like his mother hated him, constantly getting her in trouble for shit he had done. Because he was a kid, and that’s how the world worked, all the responsibility laid on the parents.She still kept pictures up of when he was a young child. He was so cute, big smiles and healthy red hair with the most vibrant personality. “What happened to my little boy?” She’d always ask, and Chuuya honestly had no idea, he could barely even remember much of his childhood, let alone what changed it.  There was one particular photo that Kouyou loved, a photo from when Chuuya was around 5 He was sitting on a hill, grass stains on his pants and blue-gray eyes sparkling. He had a smile on his face, a real smile, one that wasn’t made just because he saw a camera pointed in his direction.

Chuuya had a couple of friends one he hates to say is his friend more like hook up, Osamu Dazai, Dazai and Chuuya started hooking up at 14, Dazai is a lady’s man and Chuuya well, he’s a closeted gay, His mother would kill him. Literally kill him. But regardless, Dazai was still a jackass but damn was he good in the sack, no one suspected anything since they just seemed like normal teen boys