Reputations

He's odd..

Dazais pov:

My name is Dazai Osamu, I'm seventeen years old, and in my fourth year of high-school.
I'm kinda' known for being a 'trouble maker' I guess, but I don't really pay any mind to that stuff.
It bores me, but I see why it matters to most.
'Reputations', something I don't really bother with, but I still had one, which is funny somehow.

  There's a boy in my class, Kunikida Doppo, who's pretty much the exact opposite of me.
Students see him as a role model, they look up to him, and try to be like him.
'The perfect student' is what teachers liked to call him.
He even carries a stupid little note book titled 'ideals'.
It's like his guide to life or whatever.
I never understood how he could live like that, letting some book of ideals control your life.
Wouldn't that make you feel trapped, like your unable to brace yourself with anything that's not written down.
I'm not saying he doesn't do things that aren't written down, but he still has it to control his main day, almost like it's controlling his life, as I mentioned before.

Anyways, this story isn't just about Kunikida.

  The same as usual.
Another boring day of school.
I hate this, Why am I here.
I stare out the large window as I watch the raindrops, run through the leaves of trees, and bushes.
I would love to be a tree.
All they do is stand there looking pretty.
No responsibilities at all, not a care in the world.

I tend to daydream a lot, which can sometimes cause me to get in trouble.

"Dazai!?"

  Yelled a tall man at the front of the room. I jump a little, along with a few other students, at the sudden height in his voice.

"Yes?"

I say in a confused tone, even tho I know perfectly well why I was being yelled at.

"Are you listening to a thing I'm saying!?"

I almost said no, just out of spite, but I instead decided to say,

"of course I am Mr.Niyaki~"

In a somewhat cocky tone.

"Alright, then come answer this question right here."

He pointed at the whiteboard, it was a simple math question, maybe not 'simple simple', but I knew I could do it.
I reluctantly got out of my chair, and went to the front of the room, picked up a whiteboard marker, and started writing.
After a few seconds, I put down the marker, and went back to my seat.
Mr.Niyaki scanned it for a second, and then erased it to continue teaching again, I grinned slightly at my proving him wrong, but it's not like I was listening anyways.

Kunikidas pov:

Dazai Osamu, age seventeen, year four.
He's such a bother.
He doesn't listen in class, and never does homework, but he is completely capable of being a top student if he really tried, I've seen how capable he is.
That event right now is enough to see how capable he is.
I don't understand this boy.
He's odd..

  I've tried many times to convince him to pay attention more, or at least hand in homework, but it's no use.
I'd say he's hopeless, but I'm not giving up on him that easily.

The bell rings

"

Don't forget about the science project due monday!"

Yelled Mr.Niyaki, as all the students started barreling out of the room.
I grabbed my school bag, and started heading out of the room, along with a few others who hadn't left yet, including the brunette, the same one I described as odd, Dazai Osamu.
He didn't have an umbrella, or even a jacket, all he had was his white, button down, school uniform top. Mind you, it was pouring rain.

I run up to walk beside him, and he looks at me with confusion, and maybe some.. annoyance?

"You don't have an umbrella, you could catch a cold."

I say in a concerned tone.
He stops right in his tracks, and looks at me in disbelief, then let's out a giggle.

"It's nice to know you care, but don't worry about me~".

He pulled out an umbrella from his school bag and swung it in front of my face, he then pulled it away and opened it up, then started walking away.

  I don't exactly know why, but I was unable to speak in that momont.
His laugh kept replaying in my head, over and over again, as I watched him disappear out of sight.
I stood there for a minute, trying to contemplate why I was feeling like this, but before I got any kind of answer, a hand touched my shoulder, and snapped me out of it.

"Kunikida?"

I looked back and saw Atsushi, a first year I had been tutoring for the past week or two.
I am a fourth year, the same as Dazai.

"Are you okay? You're all red..".

Red..?
Am I.. b-blushing!?
N-no, I'm not, plus, I have no reason to be blushing, nothing happened that would make me blush.
Dazais laugh plays in my head again.
My stomach sinks and I raise my hand to my face, turning away from Atsushi, whom was looking very confused.
Why am I feeling like this??

"K-Kunikida..? Are u okay?"

He asks with concern in his voice.

"I-I'm fine Atsushi, is there Something you needed?"

"Uh, actually yea, there is."

Atsushi showed me some school work he'd been struggling with, and asked me to tutor him today.
I looked at my schedule, and it turns out I was free all day, which is rare.
I agreed to tutor him, thinking it would get my mind off of 'him', and we left to the library.

Dazais pov:

  When I got home I let out a loud sigh,threw my school bag and umbrella to the side, then collapsed face first on the couch.

"I'm exhausteddddd!"

I whined.
I turned over to lay on my back, And stare at the dull, colorless ceiling of my empty apartment.
I live alone, ever since I ran away from that wretched place.
But whatever, that's all in the past.
Thinking about past experiences that no longer concern you in any way is stupid, yet people do it all the time.
That's one thing I don't understand about humans.
The fact that they hold onto the past like their life depends on it.
It just never made sense to me.
I never understood how you would even want to hold onto things like that, or let them interfere with your life in such drastic ways. (I'm so sorry if this is stupid and doesn't make sense)

'Ping sound'

  My thoughts are cut off when I hear my phone ping from in my school bag.
Even tho I didn't want to, I decided to go see what it was.
I got up from the couch, and walked over to my bag, opening it, and grabbing my phone.
It was a notification about some science project we had due on Monday.

"Ughhhhhh..."

I sigh loudly.

"I don't wanna do it, its stupid, it doesn't even matter, what's one unfinished project gonna do."

I realise I say that a lot, and to think about it, I'm pretty sure I've literally never handed in a project, so I thought I should atleast do one of'em.
Plus, it's worth like, seventy percent of our science mark, and I don't wanna do too bad.

                                                     

I'm sorry if you did not enjoy this, it's my first time writing.
However, if you did enjoy, please continue to read as I update this story.

Thanks for reading <3
This is inspired by Kunikidakinnie new highschool story.