⚊ Fyodor.

(You are Dazai)

You were late that day. Walking down the deserted hallway, a familiar voice stopped you: "—Finally, you appear, Dazai. I thought you'd given up on sneaking glances at me," Fyodor joked, leaning against the wall, his backpack on his shoulder, with that mocking yet seductive smile. Dazai froze, his cheeks burning, but quickly recovered his mask of indifference.

"I'm not looking at you. Besides, why would I?" he replied listlessly, although his nervousness was evident.

Fyodor slowly approached, enjoying the other's reaction. "—No? How strange. I must have bad eyesight, because I always see you looking at me from afar," he stopped in front of him, tilting his head. "You know, you don't need to hide. You could just talk to me."