New Kid | Soukoku

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3RD PERSON

Tch. I don't want to go to this new school.

It's just gonna have a bunch of annoying little pricks! I hate my stupid life! Stupid, stupid, life!

After the ginger got expelled from his last school, specifically for sending a group of boys to the hospital and causing them several concussions, his mother made the decision to send him off to a boarding school all the way in Yokohama.

Chuuya was not happy about being forced to attend there. There wasn't even a tingle of excitement. This school wasn't his ideal, and the people most certainly weren't either.

Portland High.

It was the richest school in Yokohama, costing nearly a fortune to attend. It was huge compared to any other school and had a magnificent amount of floors, yet Chuuya still hated it.

Chuuya kicked the large fence, whining, but then he stopped himself. He remembered the reason he got sent there in the first place.

No, Chuuya, stop! You can't have another another tantrum! No! Only losers do that bullshit! You're not a fucking loser! So stop!

He nodded to himself and inhaled a deep breath, getting ready to walk in the building.

I have to be mature. I have to be mature. I have to be mature.

Mom said I'm very immature and that I need to get my anger issues resolved. Fine then!

However, just before the ginger walked inside, someone grabbed his wrist. He turned around, already ready to kill someone for touching him, but instead was welcomed to an extremely tall friendly looking guy.

It was Dazai Osamu. The charming popular guy, known for his constant shameless suicide attempts. He was covered in bandages on almost his entire body, arms and neck.

"Hello!" Dazai grinned and spoke with a happy tone, already sounding annoying. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't think you're at the right school. I believe the middle school is on the right."

Chuuya squinted at him, very offended. "Excuse me?" he hissed. "Watch your fucking mouth, I am in the right school."

The guy put his hands up, laughing. "Awh, are you sure?~ You're too tiny to be a highschooler, I really don't think I've mistaken it."

Chuuya was about to quarrel, but the guy grabbed his notebook, putting it up in the air. The ginger raged, attempting to get it back.

"Give me it back, you douchebag! What, do you pick on the new students for fun or something?!"

"Pfft. My name isn't douchebag, it's actually Dazai. But they do both start with a D."

Dazai finally bent down to Chuuya's level, holding out the notebook, which the ginger easily snatched back into his hands.

Dazai smiled at him, patting his head. "There, there... No need to be childish and throw a fit."

Hearing that one specific word, Chuuya froze.

He really hated that word.

"Childish?! I'm not fucking childish! I could never be childish! Shut the fuck up! I'm actually very mature, so mind your damn business! You fucktard!"

Dazai started laughing, amused at how hot-headed the ginger was being. He was very aware that he was irritating the other, but honestly, this new student did actually seem quite interesting to him.