'Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ' { sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ }

Your true self

Dazai planned to leave school early today. Which is quite surprising- considering the fact he didn't stay back, all to make fun of the ginger's height. I mean, when has he ever missed an opportunity like that? Ofcourse- never . And today was not an exception. Infact there was no 'oppertunity' at all. He *had* to leave early. There was no choice.

And there came clatters of the school bell; all he could hear was the rusty steel clanging against the metal- and the chatters of others that echoed through the room. His mind was lost.. he wasn't paying attention to anything- if anyone were to come up to him with a knife- he wouldn't even realise it. Though he could feel Chuuya looking at him a little weird because he wasn't answering anything or  listening to the ginger.

Not that he would care- ..right? (He later felt bad for ignoring chuuya)

Well, anyways- it was going to be his first day as a tutor!
And apparently he got lucky with his mentee's family being a rich shot. It's not like he was any less rich though; He was a Tsushima afterall. Well.. it's not like he cared.
Dazai was only doing this to make money. Why, you ask? Well- his father could be the least bothered about Dazai and his needs, and so- he decided to make money on his own.

Either ways-
Along the way he was getting to chase his dreams too..- Music- it was something which allowed him to express the emotions inside of him- ones that he didn't know existed- ones that he didn't know he could feel.
It felt like an euphoria in itself. It felt melancholic.

His father- however, said otherwise. He did not want Dazai in that industry. He wanted Dazai to be his successor- to be his.. 'heir'- how they like to say it. But Dazai simply knew much better than to fall down into the embrace of that.. hellhole.

The perfectly crafted lies- the vulgar puppets made of tainted skin- beautifully constructed of molded clay. Amidst their cracked smiles and cocked eyebrows, lie bonds which intertwine deeper than family, more malicious than love, more than megalomaniac for money, and way more corrupt than the world will *ever* see.

It all made him sick..
The world made him sick.
But the thing is,,
he was also part of that- 'world'..

....

" DAZAI! Earth to!!"

"!" ..right, he was still at school. He shouldn't get lost in thoughts like that. It was,, ' unprofessional '- Not that he cared.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll get going now"
He noticed soon enough- the classroom was empty. Chuuya was waiting for him.

..how nice of him.

They were alone, all Dazai could hear was the sound of paper, crinkling and folding, he did not at all take care of his things. Distant laughs could be heard all throughout; And footsteps that echoed through the hallways. Chuuya's footsteps-Dazai had always wondered why Chuuya kept one of his eyes hidden.

Well alas, this was not the time for that. He had to get ready, do his homework, try and eat some food, cancel his appointment with Mori and- OH GOD- there was so much to do-

He stuffed everything he could find in his bag and threw it over his shoulder already halfway out of the room- running like if he didnt- he'd live forever--

He was so tired by the time he reached he was panting like a rabid dog.
Well alas, we'll have to compromise.

He did everything fairly fast.
And soon enough, he was out of the house, well and ready to meet his mentee and begin their first session! He was going to go hyphy- with the exuberancy!
However so, no matter how eager he was- it would be out of bounds for him to get attached.
This was something he was taught from a very young age. He's been surrounded by these beliefs ever since he can remember.