Dreaming of a dance with you.

(5.)

CHAPTER FIVE

Chuuya's face dropped, and his eyes nearly popped out of the sockets. This day can't get any worse. Chuuya sighed and rested his head in his arms, resting on the desk. "Thank you, Dazai; you can sit over by Mr.Nakahara. Mr.Nakahara, please raise your hand." Chuuya groaned and raised his hand to be visible to the boy. The tall boy walked over to Chuuya and sat at a desk before him. Winking at Chuuya as he sat down. Where does this asshole get the courage to fucking wink at me!?

Chuuya slept almost the whole period, not caring if he was caught because he was tired. As he slept, he felt a finger tapping him. He raised his head, and it was no other than Dazai, that stupid ass. "Class is over." Chuuya rolled his eyes and got up while packing his bag. "Thanks." Dazai watched as he packed his stuff. "Why are you watching me, weirdo." Dazai rolled his eyes. "Like anyone would ever want to look at you voluntarily. You're so slow, like a slug." The other boy scoffed. "Well, you look like a fucking mackerel." Dazai fake cried and wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Oh, how hurt I am!" Chuuya rolled his eyes and picked up his bag to leave. Dazai following not too far behind.

"Yknow, it's ignorant to stalk people," Chuuya said, looking back at Dazai, who looked at him calmly. "I'm not stalking you; I'm going to my next class, stupid." Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dazai."

Dazai eventually turned a corner, leaving Chuuya alone once again. For some reason, the comfort of having someone beside him was pleasant. If only it weren't Dazai. Chuuya eventually got to his second class and sat his stuff down next to his seat. Chuuya was thinking. What was Dazai referencing when discussing why he moved to this school? Did he get kicked out? Was he bullied? Fuck why do I even care? Chuuya groaned and kept to himself, going to sleep once again.

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Once Chuuyas had his lunch break, he was more than thrilled. He loved to be by himself and not have to hear stupid people. He quickly rushed out of the building to finally get fresh air, not B.O. The people in that school reak of body odor, which is how Chuuya is reminded to put deodorant on in the morning. As he walked outside, he finally felt at peace since he had arrived at school. He took a deep breath in and out and smiled. He happily strode over to his favorite spot at school, under a willow tree behind the school. Most people stayed out of that spot since that part of the school was off-limits, but Chuuya didn't care.

As he arrived at his spot, he noticed a figure sitting where HIS spot was. He stomped over to the figure until he realized it was fucking Dazai. At this point, he has to be doing this on purpose. "Oi Dazai, get the hell out of my spot!" He yelled, still at a distance. Chuuya could see Dazai raise an eyebrow and shrug it off. As Chuuya got closer, his anger rose. "Dazai." Dazai looked up from his book and rolled his eyes. "Why, hello, slug." Dazai looked up into Chuuya's eyes, and Chuuya swore that his stomach did a backflip. "You're in my spot." Dazai looked around. "Says who? Doesn't look like it has a label that says 'Chuuyas spot,'" Chuuya scoffed. "Shut up, smartass. I go here every lunch period, and you are not taking it over." Dazai raised an eyebrow and looked at the ginger sternly. "Or what?" Chuuya groaned at the man. "Or I'll kick your ass; now move." Dazai looked at Chuuya with pleading eyes. "Please, Chuuuyyaaa~, let me stay here for today!" Dazai got onto his knees and intertwined both of his hands. "Fine, scootch over fatass." Dazai happily moved and looked at Chuuya, eyes burning into the other boys. "Thank you, Chuuya~"

Chuuya rolled his eyes and opened his bag to get his bento. He pulled it out and opened it. Chuuya quickly realized that Dazai didn't have a bento before him. "Dazai? Do you not have a lunch?" Dazai looked up from his book. "Aw, does the slug care about me?" Chuuya nearly smacked the book out of his hand. "Absolutely not, but you're so skinny, you need to eat." Dazai looked down at his book. "Thanks, Chuuya, but I'm okay; maybe not eating will make me die! Ah~ the sweet glory of death." Chuuya cringed at the boy's sentence. "God, you're weird." Chuuya sighed and moved his bento over to Dazai, offering some of his food. "Like I said, Chuuya, I, don't want it." Chuuya raised an eyebrow but didn't question it, moving it so it was in front of him.

Chuuya ate his food while Dazai read his book alongside him, quite like mice. Chuuya didn't dare to say a word since Dazai looked so intrigued in his book. The ginger boy glanced at the book, 'The Complete Guide To Suicide.' He's odd. What's with him and suicide? He continued to eat until he realized lunch was over. Shit, I should have paid more attention, now I'm going to be late! Chuuya glanced at his phone, checking the time. He still had 3 minutes to get to his next class and was not risking being late, so he started packing his stuff.

"C'mon, Dazai, class is starting soon." Dazai glanced upwards at the boy. "Eh, I might skip. You should, too." Chuuya's eyes widened as he was not trying to break his attendance rate. "No way, Dazai, get up and go to class." Dazai groaned. "Okay, go and be a pussy that's fine." Chuuya scoffed. "I'm not a pussy; I'm just trying to be an academic weapon." He put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes while grinning. "Whatever you say." Dazai grinned smugly and looked back down at his book. Chuuya groaned. "Bye, Dazai. Have fun reading your weird book." Dazai looked back up to Chuuya and smiled. "Thanks, Chuuya. Have fun in your boring class." Chuuya rolled his eyes and walked away.