𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕌𝕡 (Atsushi x M!Reader)

Chapter #4

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"He's hurt."

The pale yellow walls of the classroom caged the multitude of students inside. Chairs tilting back despite the threat of tumbling just beneath them, pencils scrawling across the white paper, fingers rubbing against sore necks with muffled groans of discomfort.

The brunette sitting at the edge of the classroom merely nodded to the statement, his own hand moving at a faster pace than his mind. He paid no worry to the concerned boy next to him, white dishevelled hair as he waited for an answer.

Open windows, the breeze slipped into the classroom like a heatwave, making students either shiver or tense up in addition to the irritation of the paper. The teacher sat in their desk, glasses clouding the intensity of their stare as they took notice of the students. Easy to pinpoint meddlesome interactions and soft whispers, words jotted down on the blank sheet, eyes never leaving the children for one moment.

"Dazai-"

The lighter haired boy leaned over his desk, hands grasping the edge as a clearly urgent expression laced his features. The instructor at the front of the room quickly noted something down, but Atsushi paid no mind to it, eyes centred on the brunette just beside him.

"Yes Atsushi-kun," the boy bitterly whispered back, hand still scribbling down on his page. "I heard you loud and clear before, I just don't think right now is a good time to talk about it. Alright?" His voice was stern, tone firm to give the other boy a clear enough idea that he would no longer continue the subject.

Eyes furrowed, the white haired boy briskly shook his head. "You'll change the topic just like last time Dazai-san, I want an answer now."

"And what gives you the impression I know anything about the subject at all?"

"Stop stalling, you mentioned earlier something about knowing what it was." The boy wasn't about to put up with the brunettes idle chatter to distance himself about the topic, he wanted answers. Despite knowing nothing about the girl that he spoke of, he was determined to know more.

Naive and ignorant.

That's what Dazai settled with a sigh, a hand coming up to his head as he narrowly heard the clatter of the teachers pen against paper once again. No doubt his name was now inscripted, but with the persistent boy beside him, there was no avoiding it. "Whether you know about it or not won't change anything," he replied with ease, still slightly irritated. "But if you want to know so badly, why don't you go back to our previous conversation about the topic?"

That shut the boy up for now, his eyes centred down on the piece of paper in front of him. It took him only a moment to recall it, eyes then flashing back to Dazai's. "Oh... the ominous aura around him right? You mean to say that whatever is causing it is also is the cause of the cut on his cheek?"

"Precisely."

It took a moment for Atsushi to riddle it all out, but it left the boy both chilled and flustered. Was it some sort of curse that followed me around then? He had known that there was something dark about me, whether it was some sort of secret I kept quiet about, or simply my behaviour, he'd never thought it to be some external source. I gave off a bad vibe, my stare perceived more like a glare than anything.

With a slump, the boy rested his arms on the desk, head settled down on them like some sort of pillow. Determined, it wasn't a odd expression that shown on his face as he stared ahead, past the chalkboard and pale yellow walls, something further than that.

"I want to help him."

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