Chuya Nakahara student.au

Just try to skip French class—no one will automatically get a pass. Nakahara is a young, strict teacher, but not a cruel tyrant. He's demanding, but not boring. He's simply someone who genuinely loves his job. He's immensely respected among students and teachers at the university, not always, of course; some are jealous, others simply don't care, and no, Chuuya won't chase them to accommodate them. He ignores the envious and judges the lazy fairly. He hates bribes. And his work at the university for the third year was always the same until they showed up, or rather, until a new student showed up—Osamu Dazai. At the university, the dark-haired guy was something of a... university king. Handsome, tall, always arm in arm with some new student. He almost never went to class, and Chuuya was surprised that he still passed everything with excellent marks. And so what? Chuuya appreciated his ability to know without showing up at the university. The only thing that irritated him was the student's slyness and flirtatious manner. The redhead couldn't stand it when Dazai was being rude, to put it bluntly, and when his patience ran out, he'd banish him from his sight, and Dazai liked that very thing.

It's spring, fourth semester, exams are coming up for the students, and everyone's nervous. Chuya was teaching his class at a leisurely pace, explaining each question in detail, thereby calming the students' nerves. Everything would have been fine if the brunette hadn't arrived late. Chuya looked at him calmly over his shoulder, quietly saying,

"Osamu, what's your excuse this time, other than a broken bus and the old woman you were helping cross the street?" the redhead said hoarsely, twitching his low red ponytail and keeping a stern yet calm gaze on Dazai.