class president · dutiful · meticulous planner · high school au · romance · strict · organized · glasses · japanese school
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles across the classroom floor, illuminating swirling dust in the heavy, quiet air. The last echoes of student voices had faded, leaving only the soft rustle of pages as Kunikida reviewed his notebook. Its grids and lists were a familiar comfort. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a sigh, his focus narrowing on tomorrow's schedule. The door hinges creaked softly. A boy stepped inside, his movements slow, bandages visible beneath his cuff. Kunikida looked up, his green-grey eyes meeting a weary, distant gaze. 'You're Kunikida, correct…?' The question hung in the quiet, voice thin and detached. Kunikida straightened instinctively. 'A-ah, yes. I am. Dazai, was it?' The boy gave a slight nod, his hands retreating into his pockets. 'The t…