Lost Paradise | BOOK 1

028 | ...𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

The sound of a pen tapping on the table.

The late afternoon sky and the city lights illuminating one by one to give people who passes light once the evening comes.

A young brown haired student sat on one of the tables of a small restaurant/ cafe near Fukurodani Academy.

The restaurant was known to most of the students. Especially those who wants a nice and affordable lunch.

First year middle school student, Dazai Yukiko was stressed. Constantly tapping her pen on the wooden table in irritation.

The curry she ordered was half-eaten and cold in the corner as her attention is solely on the piece of paper in front of her.

THBT Public Displays of Affection (PDA) do more harm than good to relationships.

Task: case building and world building

She passed the screening for the school's debate club, and experienced months of training.

She had a nice senior as her mentor, though a bit strict, they were patient and understanding.

The task she was assigned was to improve her case building.

Yukiko sighed, opting to slam her head against the table in order to get ideas when a hand gently touched the her crown.

Her blue irises met with a raven haired man's purple ones.

"Mister," she said passively, the man's eyes widen for a moment before returning to his nonchalant gaze. "please get your hand off my head."

The unknown man offered a crooked smile.

"Sorry," he apologized, though even that seemed insincere. "It's just, you look so much like someone I know."

The brunette narrowed her eyes as the man made himself comfortable at the seat in front of her.

"...right.." she grumbled averting her gaze from the man and returning it to her paper.

"Fyodor Dostoyevsky." The man introduced.

Leaning his chin on his palm that he rested on the table top.

"Uh um.. yeah.." the female stammered, she didn't know whether or not she will trust this shady looking man.

"Dazai Yukiko..." She grumbled. Glancing on her uniform that had her name tag on.

"Dazai, huh." The man— Fyodor repeated, his dull purple eyes glinting in recognition and amusement. "Kids like you shouldn't be out late, wouldn't your parents be worried?" He inquired.

"My guardian is aware I am capable enough to defend myself." Answered Yukiko. "I also informed him beforehand that I'll be home late."

Fyodor nodded his head understandingly.

"Mister?" His attention remained on the brown haired girl. His ability seemingly did not work on her.

"How do you pronounce your name?"

Fyodor was baffled, his gaze softened.

He then taught the younger how to accurately pronounce his name, as well as a few simple Russian phrases here and there.

Needless to say, the middle schooler was intrigued.

When asked about why she looked distressed earlier, the female sheepishly explained she doesn't know how she'll case build the motion given to her by her mentor.