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10- Photograph💕

"The theme for this week's photo is..."

"Something gorgeous", the photography club president, Kunikida, who was also the math teacher, concluded to the class. Now Dazai always took weird ass photos, which Kunikida nagged him about. Last time Dazai took a photograph for the club, it was a photo of some bugs eating a slice of moldy cheese. No photo that was taken by Dazai Osamu could be considered beautiful in the slightest. This ongoing cycle of taking such hideous photos would abruptly stop today at lunch.

"Something gorgeous, huh...", Dazai thought as the bell for lunch rang. The bandaged brunette walked around the hallways, trying to find something, or someone who could help him take photos of a photo-worthy subject. Then suddenly, he heard it.

Dazai's POV:
"LET ME AT HIM!" I heard a loud shriek. I turned my head over to find a ginger beating the shit outta the Biology teacher, Mori, and the Art teacher, Kouyou, holding him back. The boy's fighting technique appeared to be one of martial arts, judging by his highly-trained kicks. I stared at him in awe as some more teachers came for support to take the boy away.
Luckily, I managed to get a good look at his face and figure before they did so. The boy had sapphire-blue eyes that looked as though they had always been glaring from the start of his birth, he had our school uniform on all wrong, that meaning his collarbone was showing with two buttons popped out. His height was...

Lower than average. Far, far, low.

But nonetheless, I found what I wanted to take a photo of. I just had to find an opportunity to ask. Of course, I wouldn't just randomly take photos of him without his permission. I wonder what his facial expression would look caught off guard though, I thought with my finger caressing my chin. I'm still going to ask him though, but I'd like it to be sooner. And I had just now thought of the best way to ask him as soon as possible. The lunch bell rang and it was time for my Algebra class.

Bingo.

I ran to class, not caring of who I was bumping into along the way, and once I reached class, everyone was already sitting in their seats, with Kunikida making the students take notes. I waited about ten or fifteen minutes to start my awaited plan. I got out a piece of paper, and started folding the corners until I got my desired form. A paper airplane, to which I then threw directly at Kunikida's big ass forehead.

"DAZAI. OSAMU. IT IS FAR TOO EARLY FOR YOUR BULLSHIT!" The math teacher screeched at me. "It's only twelve", I responded with a smirk. "OUT!" Kunikida pointed at the door. I quickly gathered my stuff, and hummed a tune as I got out the door. In Kunikida's mind, the word out means "get your shitty little ass to the principal's office right now before I smack the shit outta you with my ruler." I obeyed this meaning though, seeing as this was an easy and quick way I could see the ginger faster.

I soon arrived to the principal's office, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw the ginger I had previously been looking for, sitting right in a chair next to the door. The office secretary, Fyodor, looked at me in disgust, and mumbled a "Sit your ass down next to Chuuya." Before getting back to whatever the hell he was doing on his computer.

So his name's Chuuya....

Pretty....

I sat next to this "Chuuya", and I could feel him staring holes in me through my peripheral vision. "Why are you here?" He finally asked, heavily emphasizing the "you". "I threw paper airplanes at the math teacher's forehead." Is what I wanted to respond with, but instead I said "To see you." Chuuya looked at me confused. "Why would you need to see me?" He asked. "We have this thing in my photography club", I started while Turing over to look into his eyes. "..Where we have themes for the photos we take, and this theme is something gorgeous.", I finished. "Okay, but why would you need ME for that? How am I supposed to help you with your photos?" Chuuya asked me.
"You can help me by modeling for me", I looked at him with a smile. Chuuya thought about it for a minute, until his thoughts were interrupted with Fyodor yelling "Quit flirting!"

"Sure, why not. I'll model for you." The ginger boy shrugged. "But what's your name?" Chuuya asked me. "Dazai Osamu." I replied calmly. "You already know my first one, but the last one is Nakahara." Chuuya told me. I smiled to myself.

He told me his last name.

"Well, should we start now, orrr?" Chuuya asked. "No. A gorgeous person should have a gorgeous scenery to match them.", I told him. I looked up to see his face flushed madly, almost to the point where it matched his ginger locks. "Alright then", Chuuya coughed out.

Our hours in detention passed by, and I ended up learning a lot about Chuuya, as he learned a lot about me. I found out that Chuuya tried to beat up Mori because he was bothering Chuuya's little sister, Elise, and some little things about Chuuya, like how he really wants a dog but his mother said no, or how he's really bad at math, how he's been doing martial arts for eight years, or how he wakes up really early in the morning to style his hair. I told some small things about myself as well, like how I get anxious whenever dogs are barking too much, or how I love pissing Kunikida off, and how I'm really good at origami. Soon, the bell for the end of the day rang, and our conversations were put to a slight pause until I started up again.

"Do you think we could take your photo up on the roof, Chuuya?" I asked him as we walked together. "Sure, but why are you asking me? These are your photos after all", "I'd like some of your input as well", I smiled at Chuuya while adjusting my camera's lens. We walked up a flight of stairs, until we finally made it to the roof. "Alright, strike something!" I called out to Chuuya and prepared to capture a good photo. Chuuya was leaning over the fencing on the rooftop, staring out into a distance.

God he looks so damn good.

The skies were a lovely blue tone, matching with his eyes, and the breeze was light and smooth, just gently lifting some of his orange locks up into the air.

-SNAP-

"This turned out wonderful, here have a look Chuuya!" I motioned the boy to come over. "I don't see why you chose me to model for your photos though," Chuuya mentioned bluntly. "Because i think you're pretty." I confessed to him. "I know I only met you today, but I knew the moment I saw you that you just had to be the subject for my photo. You're so cute, and your eyes are very nice to stare into. I know it sounds a little cheesy, but it's just how I see you" I went on. I looked up at Chuuya and saw his flushed face looking at me with his lips forming an "o" shape, most likely out of shock. I'd totally kiss those lips if he'd let me. "It's not only that, but after talking to you in the office, I feel like I need to get to know you more." I felt my own face heat up, and I suddenly felt really shy. "Well, if you'd like to get to know me..." the blushing ginger started, digging in his pocket pulling out a mini-sized journal to which he wrote something on it. "Then call me", he said handing me a piece of paper with his number on it. The happiness I felt was endless. "Chuuya, do you mind if I hug you?" I asked nervously. "Su-" I interrupted him with a bear hug.

"Thank you for allowing me to choose you as my subject", I mumbled. "No, thank you for choosing me", Chuuya chuckled. God, the sound of his laughter was just as gorgeous as his looks.

Chuuya's POV:

"Was that your boyfriend you were walking with?" Elise said when we got home. "NO!" I screamed while my face heated up.

"Not yet", I smiled to myself.