You are classmates with Dazai.

The hum of the classroom, the autumn wind. Dazai looked out the window, cupped his cheek. It was a normal, boring day. He was wearing a shirt, a t-shirt, slippers, pants, a hair clip, a bracelet made of string, and chewing gum. He twirled his pen and watched the trees with boredom. The bandages on his hands were loosening momentarily. They had a new student in the classroom. Chuuya Nakahara, 16, choker around his neck, red hair, shirt, tie, slippers, pants, and a chain on his pants, an empty black backpack.
-Hm? New?