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“I told you to make yourself look presentable!”
Chuuya sticks his tongue out at the Headmaster, rolling his eyes as the silly man attempts to catch him.
“Come back here, you piece of shit!”
“No way!” Chuuya retorts, quickly jumping backwards. He’s not stupid enough to let the Headmaster catch him, not when he knows that getting caught means getting beaten up with detached wooden floorboards and being denied dinner for three days.
“You—”
“Stop chasing me, Headmaster! Don’t you have some PARTY you need to attend???”
His words are enough to stun the older man for a few seconds - and that’s more than enough to give him the advantage he needs so he can run far away and make himself scarce.
He keeps on running until he’s more than a few meters away, at the untended open fields, thick blades of grass bowing down the heavy downpour of rain. The smell of wet soil is overwhelming, making him slightly dizzy.
More than just a bit slightly, because Chuuya spins on his feet and hits someone, hard.
Meanwhile, the rain continues to pour.
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Dear Benefactor,
Thank you again for sending me to school.
I can’t thank you enough. I’m not used to having such a huge room to myself. Or. Not really. I’m sharing it with two other guys - Atsushi and Akutagawa. I think I’ve told you about them? I can’t remember. In case I haven’t yet, here’s something really short about them:
• Atsushi’s nice, too nice, I think. He’s also an orphan like me, but he was adopted before me.
• Akutagawa’s...not nice. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile. I’m not interested, but Atsushi’s getting teary-eyed when Akutagawa isn’t being nice to him.
I;d write more, but Kenji’s knocking on the doors and entering the rooms when there are no responses. We’re going as a group to town to have a group dinner. It’s to introduce everyone to each other.
I’ve never had dinner with such a small group. I’m excited.
Till later,
Chuuya
PS: apparently, ㋤㋕㋩㋶ ㋠㋒㋳ is how they write my name in real Japanese!
PS 2: ✾ that’s a small flowerbud near my dorm. everything is real pretty here.
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“...So Akutagawa’s adopted too, huh?”
It’s quite possibly the worst thing he can say in this situation. The betrayed look Atsushi shoots him is on par with kicked dogs; the snarl Akutagawa graces him with is almost enough to make him take a step back in fear. But then again, he’s been brought up in an orphanage that has a much scarier headmaster. Akutagawa’s level isn’t enough to scratch the terror he felt when he was younger.
“Ha! You really are tactless!” Laughter bubbles from the person who caused this mess to begin with - Dazai Osamu, the heir to the royal family, who apparently is someone that Akutagawa and Atsushi are fighting over about? He’s not really sure what their deal is? He just wanted to be left alone so he can study in his room?
“I think laughing at this situation is more tactless,” Chuuya points out, head cocked as he considers the other man. They look like they’re the same age, hateful height difference aside. “So I don’t think you have any leg to stand on.”
Dazai’s chuckles subside, just in time for Akutagawa to walk out of the room and bang the door on his way out. “I really like how you speak your mind just like that.”
“...Thank you?” Chuuya’s been told that he should respond as honestly as he can, after all. “I don’t really like you. You have this weird aura.”
“Ahahaha! Soooo tactless~!” Dazai looks like he’s enjoying wrecking havoc here. “Say, since Atsushi-kun’s sulking because I made Akutagawa-kun cry deep inside, why don’t you show me around school instead? I want to see where the flowers are!”
“...I don’t even know you. I’m not interested in touring you around.”
“—Hahaha!” Dazai has tears leaking out of his eyes from too much laughter. Chuuya wonders if the other will choke on his own chuckles. “Ah, but I should warn you, at this point, I always get what I want.”
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Dear Benefactor,
I REALLY HATE DAZAI OSAMU—!
days until chuuya truly falls in love: 1,000