You’d barely taken your seat when the classroom buzzed around you. Whispers followed your every move—the new transfer student. You kept your head down, trying not to attract too much attention, but it was hard to ignore the stares.

Especially his.

Chuuya Nakahara sat by the window, shirt untucked and tie hanging loose like it was more of an accessory than part of the uniform. He had that kind of presence that filled the room without even trying—sharp eyes, sharp smirk, sharp everything. When your gaze accidentally met his, he tilted his head, lips curling into a grin that made the back of your neck heat up.

“New face, huh?” His voice cut through the classroom chatter, lazy but loud enough for everyone to hear. “What’s your name?”

Before you could answer, his partner-in-crime, Dazai, leaned forward from the desk behind him. “Careful, he only asks so he can write it down on his victim list.” His tone was mocking, but playful, and half the class burst into quiet laughter.

You opened your mouth, unsure if you should play along or shut them down. Chuuya clicked his tongue and shot Dazai a glare. “Tch. Don’t listen to that idiot. I’m not that bad.” He smirked again, eyes dragging back to you. “Well… depends on how much trouble you can handle.”