𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Soukoku, P.E Fanatics

Dazai hated P.E. Why does even he need to learn about running properly? That's just stupid. He hates many things about it, mostly because it requires him to be active and mobile and sweaty and be athletic— But the one part he hates most about P.E is Chuuya Nakahara.

Ugh.

Him in all his sweaty glory, all the girls blushing and gawking at him and the boys praising his amazingness...

And the triumphant smile he has on his face after beating Dazai. While all sweaty and sticky.

The first time they had P.E with eachother was in the first week Chuuya transferred here all the way back in fifth grade,— Hehe, Chuuya didn't grow at all from when he was eleven—Dazai had began to taunt him, calling him short, pipsqueak, and all in all just teasing him about his shortcomings.

It was no surprise Dazai was out the very first throw of the ball in dodgeball. In his defense, he just wanted to sit back and get hit so he didn't have to play, but dying felt terrible (for the first time ever) and so he continued to shout 'Cath the ball!' at his teammates, who looked incredulous at the fact he wanted to keep playing.

They did not catch the ball, and they lost.

Chuuya tormented him all week and held that one small, little thing over his head and began to become way too confident for his liking.

Now...

"Catch the ball, Dazai!" His teammates scream at him, waving their arms like crazy. He kept his cool, laughing with mirth. "Yeah, Dazai. Go catch the ball." Chuuya taunts, eyes narrowing the slightest bit and making Dazai freeze for a small second. Chuuya throws the ball in his hand at him at a terrifying speed, yet he avoids it.

The others screech at him for not catching it.

It's just me and him.

Everybody else was dead.

Dazai throws the ball at Chuuya, him quickly dodging effortlessly. "Come on guys, this is just gonna end in another drawwww!" One of the girls deadpan, groaning. "I wouldn't mind, more time to look at Chuuya-san." One of her friends giggles, placing a hand under her chin to support it as she gazes dreamily onto Chuuya's back.

Dazai's eye twitches.

He suddenly feels irritated.

Perhaps it's the mention of Chuuya.

He throws the ball to Chuuya's side, way stronger than his earlier shots. Chuuya dodges, but right behind him is the same girl who was talking nonsense and so she's going to get hit on the head and it's so clo—

Chuuya throws his arm in front of the ball to stop it, not catching and just using his hand to block the hit.

His team stand up from their bench and yell in victory.

Chuuya turns around to the girl, probably talking some stupid, stupid nonsense about Dazai being an idiot and not meaning to hit her but he did. She was being stupid, and Dazai had just wanted to knock some sense into her faulty brain like Chuuya does with him!

He doesn't even realize his nails were digging into his palm until he uncurled them.

His team quickly surround him and congratulate him for breaking the row of matches that were concluded as a draw, but the only voice he hears is Chuuya's— laughing happily with his eyes closed as if he didn't just lose terribly.

How awful.

Stupid shorties and their stupid need for helping everybody.

He takes in a sharp breath through his teeth, fuming.