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"Take this stuff to the class 2-G, Chuuya. Just place this on some bench on whatever for now. Let's get going after that, the work's so done." Chuuya's classmate told him as he yawned and took his bag as well. "I'll wait here, hurry up now."

Chuuya took the boxes and started to look for the class 2-G. He was already tired from lectures, and now he had to do some club work again. Sad for him, tiring as well.

I'm gonna go get some snacks and then straight at home. No more work for tonight. Obviously, who cares about homeworks? Aghh.. So tiring and shit.

Once he reached the classroom, he just went in without saying anything, opening the door with his foot as he was holding huge boxes. He just placed the box on a bench and sighed. As he was about to go back, something caught his eye anyway. Even though he was tired, he decided to walk to the boy who seemed to be sleeping in an empty classroom out of nowhere.

"Hey, get up, it's late," he gently shook the other boy so that he could get up. What was the boy even doing there in an empty classroom? He questioned as he finally woke him up. The boy looked up at Chuuya and rubbed his eyes. Then he just looked out of the window, realizing it was very late.

"It's pretty late, no? I've been working my ass off for a while.. seems like you were quite chilling. Go home now, i guess." Chuuya spoke as the boy again gazed at him. Then again rested his head on his desk, showing no signs of interest in him.

"Wow, you don't wanna go home? I dunno who you are but your parents must be waiting for you. Also you seem slightly younger than me. Get home, c'mon." he said as he grabbed the boy's wrist. Surprisingly, it was incredibly cold. The boy immediately took his hand away from his grip and looked at him.

"You okay?" he asked, being a little concerned. The boy just nodded. "Yeah. Why don't you go home? I'd like to stay here a little bit." he finally spoke to him. Chuuya just thought he was weird and decided to not care anymore.

"That's kinda weird honestly, but whatever you prefer i guess." he said as he noticed the nameplate on the boy's shirt.

"Bye bye, Dazai." he said as he was about to storm off but Dazai grabbed chuuya's bag from behind, stopping him.

"You have a lot of bagpins.. They're cute." He said slowly as he looked at the bagpins. Chuuya just chuckled. "Yea, i collect them very often. Might sound childish though."

"It's not childish. Also.. If don't mind, can i take one?" he requested. "I don't have any apparently." chuuya gave him a frown and thought about it for a while.

"Just one." Dazai again requested.

"Fine, just one. If you were one of my friends, i would never give you one, you know. Consider yourself lucky." he said as he handed him a bagpin. It was a black cat bagpin which Dazai found really cute. He smiled as he took the pin from him.

"Thanks uh... Chuuya." he took some seconds to read his name on his nameplate. "Now i'll head out, see ya." he said as he no longer stayed there and quickly headed back to his friend who was waiting for him.

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The next day during lunch time, Chuuya came across to that classroom again, hoping to see Dazai, he supposed. Turned out he was quite right, he saw Dazai just like the previous day, but that time he wasn't sleeping. He was looking at the bagpin Chuuya gave him.

"Ayy, Dazai." that got him startled as he was too focused on the bagpin. "You seem to like the bagpin alot, of course, my taste in choosing them is unique." he said as he went to where Dazai was sitting.

"Sure it is.." he replied in a low voice again. "Don't you wanna have lunch?" he asked Chuuya.

"I was gonna ask that to you. Also, i had lunch. I finish my lunch real quick. I was wondering why you were here alone instead of having lunch with the others. Can you tell me?" he asked him as Dazai looked a bit uncomfortable talking about that. But he did, anyway.

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