A Collection of Soukoku Oneshots

Shorty.

{!~} Third person, limited to Chuuya.
Highschool AU

"Hey there, shrimp!"

"Are you in the wrong grade? The elementary school is a few blocks down."

"What's up, shorty?"

The same, constant words got old after a while. Chuuya had come to accept that people would always tease his height. The keywords, "Shrimp," and, "Shorty," were practically white-noise to him by now, well, among other things. He didn't respond much to the repetition of the same insult in different words. All he did was give short glares to whomever said it and walking off afterwards.

Chuuya weaved through the crowded corridors at school to get to his locker, which, of course, was on the bottom half of the locker rows. Good one, staff.

He kneeled down to his locker when a girl much taller than him walked past, purposely bumping into him, rather aggressively, nearly slamming him into the lockers as she glanced down at the strawberry blonde.

"Watch it, babyface!" She said quite loudly. Chuuya gave her an arguably intimidating glare after she looked away.

Shouldn't she be the one watching her step?

Chuuya let out a small sigh. He opened his locker and quickly grabbed his biology textbook and hanging his worn out drawstring backpack inside.

He closed his locker and stood back up. He drew in a breath and turned around to walk to his first class.

-

"Now, class. For your next assignment, you'll be in groups of two. And yes, I've checked, and the class has and even number of people, so I'll expect you don't complain?" The bio teacher said rather flatly.

Chuuya's classmates all scurried around the room, finding their friends, while he sat still, reading a book. Eventually, the rest of the class was paired up.

Chuuya looked up from his book to see someone he didn't quite recognize giving his a smiley gaze from in front of his desk.

"So we're partners, then?" The tall brunette asked, still smiling.

He was just- he's so- how does someone manage to reach that height?!

"Uh- I guess so.." Chuuya barely squinted, nearly cringing at how happy and bright and- how tall he was.

"Well, I'm Osamu Dazai. Nice to meet you! You are?" He spoke, holding out a bandaged arm, gesturing to shake his hand.

"I'm Nakahara Chuuya. It's, uh-" Chuuya was interrupted by the end of class bell, which made him flinch at its loudness. Chuuya stood up, shaking Dazai's hand as he did so.

"Nice to meet you too." He finished.

Chuuya watched as Dazai nodded lightly towards him. Chuuya picked up his book and walked quickly towards the door, hoping he wouldn't be late for his next class, despite it being a boring one.

"Hey, wait up, Chuuya-san!" Dazai quickly started to walk behind Chuuya down the hallway.

"Why are you following me? Don't you have a class to go to?" Chuuya questioned. Although, to no avail.

"Of course I do! I'm new here, if you haven't noticed, and I don't know where my next class is, and since you're the only person I know..." He trailed off. Even despite being behind Chuuya, he could still hear him smiling. Chuuya sighed, and louder than he had intended.

"What class are you going to?" Chuuya asked flatly, picking up his pace.

"Ah- Math. You know where it is?" Dazai caught up next to him and looked at him hopefully.