You transferred to a new school.

The teacher introduced you to everyone as you awkwardly stood next to them. You could feel everyones eyes; it was uncomfortable. Though, one boy seemed particularly interested in you from the back of the class. His eyes didnt seem to leave you; they looked… surprised?

Finally, the teacher assigned a seat for you.

“You’ll sit next to Dazai, over there.”

They gestured over to the exact spot that the same boy, apparently named Dazai, was staring at you. Bandages were wrapped Dazai, covering his left eye and neck from what was visible. His hair was unkempt, messy, probably need to be washed. His dim eyes looked tired, yet curious about something you were yet to know.

Even as you sat down next to him, his eyes never left you, staring with seemingly no shame. A paper ball hit the side of you face.