Dazai sat in his desk, pushing up his black rimmed glasses by the nose piece while staring at the eraser board at the front of the class. He was alone in the room before class started, as allowed by Mr. Kunikida, and had already taken his notes.
As he went to take out a book, a red haired male pretty much kicked open the door and stomped over to a fragile Dazai. With no hesitation, Chuuya ripped Dazai from his desk by the collar of his shirt.
"That bastard said you're gonna control my damn temper. I have a few rules:
1. Don't fucking tell me what to do.
2. Don't fucking try to even talk to me.
AND
3. Don't try to be my friend!"
He established, throwing Dazai down to the ground. The dark haired male cowered in fear. Obviously, he didn't speak or talk to Chuuya since he was just told not to. He just quickly nodded, wincing when his was kicked in the stomach.
"The library here at 4:30. No later than that or you're dead."
Jesus christ, Mr. Kunikida, what did you get Dazai into?
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"I Won't Give Up..!" 💓SOUKOKU💓
FanfictionDazai, an ordinary teenage good boy that's a slight nerd, meets a not-so-good hot-headed teen boy that needs to learn some manners. Well, schools in session. Mr. Kunikida won't have any of Chuuya's temper this year and immediately signs Dazai up to...
