Kiss or Kill - soukoku

I'm beggin' (part 1?)

Chuuya sighed deeply, frustrated as he got yet another question wrong. Dazai’s laughter filled the room.

“Damn, Chuuya, that's the sixth one you’ve missed, and the test is only fifteen questions long!” Dazai chuckled, his amusement obvious.

Chuuya shot him an irritated look. “Shut up, you jerk,” he groaned. “Physics is hard as hell.”

“It’s not hard; your tiny brain just can’t handle it,” Dazai teased, earning himself a punch on the arm from Chuuya.

Dazai clutched his arm dramatically. “Ouch!” he exclaimed, feigning injury.

“Alright, let’s put the test aside and play a little game,” Dazai suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“No,” Chuuya said flatly, sensing trouble. There was a dangerous spark in Dazai's gaze that he didn’t like.

But Dazai wasn’t listening. “I’m going to guess your crush from our class,” he declared, his grin widening.

“No,” Chuuya repeated, trying to focus back on the test, but Dazai had already launched into guessing names.

“Okay, first one, let’s go,” Dazai said, clapping his hands together. “Emma.”

Chuuya stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“No? Alright, then Ava,” Dazai tried again, clapping his hands with enthusiasm. Still, Chuuya didn’t respond.

“Sophia?” Dazai’s persistence was starting to get annoying.

Chuuya continued ignoring him.

“Amelia?” Dazai's excitement showed no sign of waning.

“Stop trying to guess my crush, Dazai. You're not even close!” Chuuya snapped, his irritation boiling over.

Dazai immediately leaned in, closing the distance between them until his face was just inches away from Chuuya’s. “Am I close enough now?” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, sultry tone that sent a shiver down Chuuya’s spine.

Chuuya’s eyes widened, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. His breath hitched as warmth flooded his cheeks. He hoped—no, he prayed—that Dazai wouldn’t notice.

But the smirk spreading across Dazai's face told him otherwise. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

How did he know? How could he know? Panic buzzed in Chuuya’s mind, the sudden closeness making his head spin.

He took a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure. “Get back to studying, shitty Dazai,” he muttered, opening the book again as if the previous moment hadn’t happened.

Dazai didn’t seem disappointed at all, which only made Chuuya more uneasy. What was he up to? It didn’t seem like Dazai was just going to let this go.

“Wait, I’ll tutor you,” Dazai said, grabbing the book from Chuuya’s hands.

“Huh?” Chuuya tilted his head, baffled by the sudden offer.

“I’ll teach you, then ask you questions,” Dazai explained further, the glint of mischief returning to his eyes. “Do you work better with rewards, Chuuya? I have a feeling you do.”

Chuuya raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what exactly would the reward be?”

“You’ll find out,” Dazai replied, flashing a sly smile that made Chuuya’s stomach twist.

Something told him this was going to be bad—really, really bad.

Dazai's teaching method took a very unconventional turn, and Chuuya was quickly realizing just how unconventional it was. Dazai started explaining a topic with all the seriousness of an actual tutor, but Chuuya was wary, knowing his friend too well to trust the sudden shift in behavior. When Dazai finished, he shot Chuuya a playful grin.