Chuuya Nakahara was a somewhat peculiar girl, she was masculine and was always mistaken for a man because of her dominant and rude personality.Nevertheless, she didn't care and didn't even correct herself whenever someone referred to her as a man because it didn't really bother her.In fact, she enjoyed it because she didn't have to behave or act like other girls and could just be herself without anyone questioning or judging her for not behaving like other girls or conforming to what a girl was supposed to be like Until one day he fell in love He was a boy taller than her but he always looked hurt His body was always decorated with bandages. Chuuya looked at Dazai as he walked beside her to school, she always thought that Dazai was an interesting person but right now she was feeling something different.The sound of her heart pounding in her heart had suddenly heightened and she felt very warm. "Dazai," she called out his name but he seemed to be in deep thought."Dazai!" Chuuya called him out again, this time she tugged on his shirt. Dazai snapped out of his deep thoughts and looked at Chuuya. "What's up?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers, unaware of the strange sensations she was experiencing."You were in deep thought again," Chuuya said with a pout, crossing her arms against her chest. She didn't like it when Dazai got lost in his thoughts and it irritated her.

"I was just thinking," He replied flatly, his expression remained unchanged as he kept walking.Chuuya hmph-ed at his response. "Well stop thinking," She commanded sternly.

Dazai rolled his eyes at her command but he didn't argue back. He found Chuuya amusing when she tried to nag at him. He always thought it was cute.

"Why? I need to think to live," He teased, a small smirk on his face."That's what you always say and yet all the nonsense that usually comes out of your mouth never seems like it requires much thinking," Chuuya retorted back.