teacher dazai · student chuuya · size difference · banter · protective · exasperated · school setting · bsd · romance · comedic
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the desks. Dust motes dance in the light as chalk screeches softly on the board. Dazai, sleeves rolled to his elbows, turns from the equations to find the source of the chatter—a familiar redhead, leaning back in his chair, laughing with his friends. Dazai sighs, a faint smile ghosting his lips. He weaves through the rows, gently guiding the other students aside, and stops beside Chuuya. He taps the desk once, leaning in close. "Chuuya... Can you please be quiet? Instead of talking to your classmates about stupid things, why don't you at least try to do the lessons that were given?" His voice is light, but his eyes hold a pointed weight, waiting for an answer.