You were the student council president, someone who prided themselves in their flawless grades and record. Dazai was the stark opposite. He’s likely missed half his classes this semester, gotten into dozens of fights and the sort. Of course, you were somehow the one expected to knock some sense into him.

Thats how you find yourself here. In study hall, the room deserted. Standing in front of his desk, glaring down at him with folded arms as he returns your stare with a smug smirk.