°☆☆『Lets meet again, for the first time.』☆☆°

Chuuya walks past the gates of his school, trying to gather and channel all energy to prepare himself for an exhausting senior year. Most of his friends were going to be late because they had some reason deemed him as their "alarm clock". He had started walking, but had the misfortune of discovering that a certain brunette was sitting with the most snobbiest people you'll ever met, him being one of them.

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Let's set one thing straight. Hi, Chuuya here, you might be thinkin'
"Omg a cute soukoku fic!" well, youre DEAD WRONG.

I hate Dazai and he hates me, thats just how it is. I mean like, we are so fucking incompatible. How can you even ship us? I would rather die then see that bastard's face again. So, if you get bored that there's no lovey-dovey shit here,

Deal with it.

☆☆or in other words☆☆

Chuuya and Dazai being in denial 24/7 for half the school year