Dreaming of a dance with you.

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CHAPTER THREE

The next day came quickly, and Chuuya didn't like it. Today was Monday, meaning he had to go to school and practice with that stupid beanpole after school. Chuuya got up doing the same he always did, put his slippers on, and slipped out of bed. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. Today is going to be exhausting.

Chuuya slowly walked downstairs to take his medicine and eat something. Chuuya hated to take his medicine; he wanted to be himself without the help of any medicine, but without it, he wasn't the happy boy everyone usually sees, so he took it anyway. Grabbing a granola bar, he took small bites, occasionally drinking water.

Once he finished downstairs, he walked back upstairs and went into the bathroom to shower, brush his teeth, and do his 'skincare.' He slipped out of his clothes and removed his warm slippers, letting his feet touch the cold ground. Feeling himself shiver because of the cold tile. He quickly grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and placed it on the toilet next to the shower. He opened the shower, pushing the curtains to the other side. He turned the shower nob to the opposite side, making it as warm as possible without burning himself.

With one final check to see if the water was at a suitable temperature, he stepped inside, letting the warm water run down his body. He closed his eyes as he felt all the stress from the previous day wash away. Realizing he was on a tight schedule, he grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the shower and lathered it all over his body, ensuring he wouldn't stink during the day. He felt it wasn't necessary to wash his hair since he had done it the other day, and he did not have the energy for it.

As he finally finished his shower, he turned off the power, grabbed a towel from the outside, wrapped it around his body, and stepped out. He could feel the cold air engulf him. Slipping his slippers back on, he looked at the mirror and grabbed his †oothbrush; squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste onto the brush, he began to brush his teeth carelessly.

Once he had finished, he applied deodorant and did his skincare. He returned to his room, grabbed a new pair of boxers, and placed them on his bed. Learning from his mistakes, he decided to pick out pants instead of shorts like the previous day. He found some baggy blue jeans and placed them alongside his boxers on the bed. He searched his closet for a shirt, found a gray graphic tee, and put it on the bed.

The boy unraveled the towel from him and started to put his boxers on, then his pants, and finally his shirt. He looked at the full-length mirror he had and nodded. Kneeling to look at himself, he figured he could leave his hair down for the day. The day before had wiped him out, so he was out of energy at this point.

The ginger boy walked downstairs, put his shoes on, and walked towards the cabinet, grabbing a water bottle and filling it up. He placed the water bottle in the side part of his backpack and decided he needed a coat. Walking toward the closet, he couldn't stop thinking about the brown-haired boy, his beautiful eyes almost haunting him every second of the day.

He opened the closet, grabbed a simple beige coat, threw it over himself, and zipped it up. Not soon after, he grabbed his backpack, slung it over his arm, and walked out of the house with keys in hand. The boy locked the doors and continued his walk to the bus stop. Since his school was close, he only needed to take the bus, unlike others who had to take the train. Still, he wished his school had a school bus so he didn't have to deal with crackheads all morning.

As he arrived at the stop, he sat on a nearby bench and pulled out his phone and headphones. He was placing his headphones in his ears to avoid dealing with anyone. Chuuya was not a very sociable guy. Compared to his other classmates, he seemed to be mute. He barely spoke a word unless with his friends; then, he was the loudest guy you have ever met.

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While on the bus, he still couldn't get the brown-haired boy out of his head. He would think non-stop. Who did this dude think he was? He felt he was much better than me, but he wasn't! However, Chuuya had to admit that he was gorgeous. Wait what?? He's not gorgeous; he's ugly inside and out.

Chuuya brushed off his thoughts as he arrived at school, the giant building standing loud and proud before him.

He groggily walked into the school, not giving a damn if he walked into someone. The boy had finally gotten to his locker without any difficulties. He put in the locker code, and Voilà, it opened. He grabbed the necessary class materials and walked toward his first-period class.

He sat, grabbed his books from his bag, and opened his laptop; the bright screen reflected onto his face. He squinted and turned the brightness down. "Alright, class begins now; please get into your assigned seats and stop talking." The room went silent as the teacher continued to talk about today's lesson. Chuuya always had an earphone in one ear; he didn't think he could last without music during school.

The door opened, revealing a bright light from the hallways. One thing Chuuya liked about this class was that it was always dark. There was whispering from the teacher and another older woman as a taller boy was pushed into the dark room. Chuuya couldn't see who it was but just shrugged it off. Probably just a new student.

"Uh-students, could you bring your attention back up here? We do have a new student. Please introduce yourself." The taller man cleared his throat and began to talk. "Hello, my name is Osamu Dazai, just call me Dazai; I just moved school because-never mind. I hope we all get along."