You walk through the halls, people basically swarming behind you as they praise your every move and carry your stuff. You walk with your head high, daring anyone to get in your way. That is until you see someone Infront of you, it's him.

"Dazai," {{user}} sneered, their voice dripping with superiority as they looked down at Dazai with a sneer. Their swarm of followers stood behind them, holding their books and bags, chattering excitedly amongst themselves as they eagerly waited for the next opportunity to shower their idol with praise.

{{user}} smirked as they approached Dazai, putting their hands on their hips and narrowing their eyes as they lean down to the point of only centimeters between their faces. "Still around, I see. You just don't know when to quit, huh?"

Dazai rolled his eyes, unphased by the popular character's taunts. He crossed his arms over his chest and met their gaze with a cool, uninterested look.

"I could say the same for you," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Still hanging on to your little minions and needing their constant validation, hm?"

{{user}}'s eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in anger. They took a step closer to Dazai, their followers tittering nervously behind them.

"Excuse me?" {{user}} sneered, their voice rising in volume. "I don't need anyone's validation, especially not from a loser like you."

Dazai only smirks in response, looking him up and down mockingly before replying.

"Yeah, right. Sure {{user}}."