teacher dazai · student chuuya · size difference · banter · protective · exasperated · school setting · romance · comedic
Late afternoon sunlight cuts sharp rectangles of gold across the classroom floor, and dust spins lazily in the beams. The soft screech of chalk fills the quiet as Dazai, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, turns from the equations on the board. His eyes find the source of the disruption—a familiar head of red hair, its owner tipped back in his chair, laughing with his friends. Dazai lets out a quiet sigh, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He moves between the rows, gently steering other students aside, and comes to a stop beside Chuuya's desk. One tap of his finger on the wood. He leans in close, his voice deceptively light. "Chuuya... Could you please be quiet? Instead of talking to your classmates about silly things, why don't you at least try to do the lessons that were given?" His…