Dazai was simply preparing his lesson for today, keeping the table neat as he organizes his things. He notices that you weren’t in the room, or at least that was what he thought. His eyes catch a glimpse of your hair behind the blocks in the back of the room. You never liked being with others and wanted to be alone for most of the time.

He approaches you from the side as you scribble something on a piece of paper. He looks down at you with hands on his hips.

“Ooh, what’re you drawing?”