ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ [sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ]

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Chuuya's POV:

"I'm not your friend bandage freak."
I said to Dazai.

"Whatever you say. Anyway everyone introduce yourself."
He smiled and turned around to the rest of the people at the table. Someone waved then stood up and walked over to me.

"Heyy. I'm Ranpo, and- your Chuuya Nakahara that new guy."
He said. He had dark hair and was wearing a brown hat, now I could see why my hat was being called fancy if this is what it was being compared to.

"Uh hi."
I replied. I really just wanted to peacefully eat my food without all these people around me trying to be my friends.

"Hey Chuuya i'm Atsushi, yknow, the one you thought was called Najame-"
The grey haired boy, Atsushi, had pushed Ranpo out of the way, he didn't seem to be too happy about that and stared at Atsushi while pouting. That Ranpo kid acted like such a child.
"Well I hope we can be friends."

I wasnt really listening, I had better things to think about. Should I make friends at this school? Would that make me blend in more?
I sighed and forced myself to smile.

"Sure we can be friends."
Atsushi smiled and went to sit down beside that black haired guy again. Who even was he? He looked much less annoying than the rest. I was about to walk over to him until someone put their arm around my shoulder.

"Chuuyaaaaa we're friends right?"
Oh great; it was the waste of bandages.

"No."
He look disappointed for a second but still didn't move his arm off me.

"Hey! You seem pretty grumpy, loads of people are on their first day. So how would you want to come round to my house after school? Everyone else is coming. Then you'll be less- angry."
I looked over at him. I literally just told him that we weren't friends, why couldn't he understand that? But it would be a pretty normal thing to do, if everyone was going then I really would blend in.

"Fine."
I folded my arms and sighed, I already regretted agreeing.

"HEY EVERYONE CHUUYA'S COMING TO THE PARTY TOO!"
Dazai shouted and everyone cheered sarcastically. I covered my ears and moved as far away from the bandage freak as I could, he was too loud. He had never said anything about it being a party , this made me want to go even less.
I decided to do something to keep my mind off it so I stood up and walked over to Atsushi.

"Hey Atsushi or whatever. Who's that guy with the black hair? He looks a lot less annoying than all of you."
I said in a bored voice. The grey haired smiled and his face went slightly red.

"That's my friend Akutagawa, he's pretty cool."
Atsushi was clearly panicking and I had no idea why. I was going to introduce myself to the black haired male, Akutagawa, but I didn't want to have to be round Atsushi while he was having his mini panic attack.

Dazai's POV:

I noticed that Chuuya had managed to run off and I had no idea where he was. I asked Ranpo if he had seen him and he said that Chuuya had gone to wait outside his next class.
I didn't know what he had next but i'm pretty sure we had the same subjects so I went inside school and made my way to the English classroom.
I saw the short ginger waiting there with the same annoyed look on his face.

"Chuu, you look cute."
I said. Chuuya ran over to me and kicked me in the stomach.

"I'M NOT SHORT YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES!"
He shouted at me. That kick really hurt.

"That's not what I meant."
He kicked me again so I dramatically fell over.

"Whatever. Just stop being so annoying."
He glared at me looking so annoyed, what had I done?

"I didn't even do anything!"

"Exactly."
Well that was kind of mean. He did look pretty cute when he was annoyed though. Note to self; I should annoy Chuuya more.

"Hey do you want to sit beside me-"
I looked over at Chuuya who sighed.

"Look. Don't talk to me until later okay? I need to concentrate on school."
He still didn't look too happy so I gave him a hug but he quickly pushed me away.
"What the fuck Dazai ,give me some space."

Another note to self; Chuuya also looks cute when he's flustered.

I smiled and stepped away from him. If he was still acting this way tonight I would have to kick him out of the party.
"Oh yeah here's my phone number so you can text me if you ever need me."

I handed him a piece of paper with my number on it and he snatched it off me.

"Trust me I won't."
He replied, putting the paper in his pocket.

"Well I guess i'll talk to you later."
I shot finger guns at him then walked into the classroom because class was about to start.

-after school-

Chuuya's POV:

I was really feeling stressed right now, how was I supposed to spy on the detective agency and deal with this shitty school aswell? On my way home all I was thinking about was going home and sleeping, but I had Dazai's stupid party to go to.

When I got to my small apartment I set down my bag and flopped on my floor. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable place, with the old thin carpet, but it was better than going the whole way to my room.
I guess the party wouldn't be that bad if they had alcohol, but if they didn't then I would genuinely just kill Dazai.

After about half an hour of lying on my carpet I decided to go get ready. I think he said it stared at 5pm- I cant remember. But that would give me an hour to get ready.
I wanted to look as normal as possible, but what would everyone else be wearing? Something fancy? Just random stuff?
I wasted another ten minutes thinking about this until I decided just to wear a black hoodie and grey jeans.

I went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror.
Well my hair was a mess, but I don't think this would be a bad first impression, well second impression they all met me in school. But it's not like I cared about what they thought of me, I was only here to help the Port Mafia so I didn't need people to like me.

I got out my phone and saved Dazai's number.

Ugly ass bandage freak

HEY CHUU!

Dont call me that bitch

Language

Stfu ur unwanted. Anyways i'm
gonna come round soon and i'm
just saying if there's no alcohol
i'll kill u slowly.

Dw there's loads ;)
Also please try find a less
painful way to kill me, thanks
xx

No.

-

I put down my phone and looked up at my clock, well I only had five minutes to get there so I guess I was going to be really late.

Not like I cared.