A Cunning Fellow I Must Say
The scorching sun hit my eyes; it really had to be sunny today.. Whatever.. its the first day of high school I’ll just try to stay cool in the classroom.
The long hallways were eerie and awkward, I didn’t really see many students in the halls and the lights were pretty dim, surprising for a school that looked well off from the outside. Every time Kunikida walks by the classroom doors he could hear people murmuring about him, he didn’t know if it was good or bad but he could tell it had some form of gossip in it, passing one of these classrooms he caught glimpse of someone familiar, a decently sized man with fluffy black hair sitting in the furthest corner of the classroom he wore big round glasses that looked almost comical. Walking by that classroom Kunikida couldn’t care much. Perhaps its just a person he met in Elementary School.
After walking a bit he finally reached his classroom. It was still fairly empty, good. He had time to rest before the rest of the students entered the classroom. He chose a seat quite close to the blackboard he sat down tirelessly and shut his eyes trying to think of something else other than the familiarity he felt walking by that classroom.
“Hello!” a loud voice jumped in front of him, the tall brunette man stood in front of him creepily said, Kunikidas natural reaction was to back away and attempt to run away but unfortunately there was no where to go. He was stuck with a sociable maniac.
The few seconds of silence felt like forever, the more aggressively the brunette blinked the more uneasy Kunikida felt, he was already on the ends of his chair about to fall.
“Er.. Hello..?”, his voice quivering, but not in fear but in confusion.
The brunette continued stareing as if Kunikida didn’t respond, “Oh! Sorry, you took so long to respond I ended up loosing focus hahahaha” his laughter continued on for a long while, long enough for people outside his classroom to get a weird feeling about the man.
Kunikida glared back, now extremely confused. “This guy really is a maniac..” he already got a title, Suicidal Maniac.
“My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu,” he ginned from ear to ear, he was back to his eerie face again.
Kunikida glared back, a bit of awkward tension between the two, “Erm.. Kunikida.. Doppo.” he hesitantly responds.
Dazai giggles a bit and extends his hand in pursuit of friendship, In response Kunikida hesitantly shakes it.