What you're name ?

Chapter 51 What's Your Name?

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Dazai-kun!" The first year glances up when his friends call out to him, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder. "You coming to practice today?"

The teenager shakes his head, yawning as he pretends not to look at the gaggle of girls talking in the corner, especially not—Umeno, who keeps glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "No, I have a thing this weekend—my parents are taking me and my sister to Aomori."

"Woah, all the way out there?" His friend, who just so happens to be Tachihara's son—(his first name is Beau, a strong, family name—according to his mother, but he's way too mortified to ever go by that at school)—asks in surprise.

"Yeah, well—they changed the marriage law last summer, so...they're doing this whole vow renewal thing. I don't really get it, but they're excited—" "That's really cool!"

"Yeah," Shuji smiles sheepishly, "my Dad is making me be the best man and everything, it's really embarrassing."

"Your parents are cool, Dazai-kun." Umeno calls over, smiling at him lopsidedly, her cheeks dimpling in a way that makes Shuji's heart go haywire. "At least your Dad is romantic, my Dad gave my mom a subscription to a monthly steak box for her birthday."

Shuji tilts his head on the side, a little surprised. "I thought you said your mom was a vegetarian?"

Umeno makes a face, shaking her head. "She is. He eats the steaks."

Shuji laughs a little, shaking his head, "I'm sorry, that's..."

"You can laugh," Umeno pushes her hair behind her shoulders, and her voice is inexplicably shy all of the sudden, "men are the worst."

His stomach drops, but his smile doesn't fade. "Yeah, they are..."

He's walking towards his train stop later, headphones thrumming in his ears. "D—Dazai-kun!"

He turns his head, lifting one earbud out of his ear, his eyes widening with surprise. "Umeno-chan?"

She stops sprinting, coming to a halt, hunching over to rest her hands against her legs as she pants, "G—geeze, you walk really fast—"

"My mom says it's because my legs are too long," Shuji offers quietly, tilting his head to the side. "Honestly, I think he's just jealous that I can reach the top shelf without a ladder."

"No," Umeno wheezes, "I think—he's onto something there—"

"Well of course you'd say that," Shuji is pretty sure smirking and needling the prettiest girl in his class probably isn't the most fool proof way to convince her that he isn't the 'worst,' but—he really can't help himself. "Chibi."

She freezes, her hair—god, she has such pretty hair, hanging in front of her face from the way she's bent over. Honestly, he also walks faster than her because she's an art student, not an athlete, and she fakes sick during P.E. Almost every day. Umeno Michiko rises to her full height (which is exactly five feet, shorter than Shuji's mom, so their size difference is a little staggering.)

Umeno doesn't seem intimidated by that as she reaches up, grabbing him by his school uniform tie, yanking him down to eye level as her voice drops by three octaves, staring him down. "You wanna repeat that, rich boy?"