We Hate Everyone(Including Eachother)

Chapter 1-Whimsey(Guest)

Dazai's POV will be written by Guest(him [He named the fic])
Chūya's/Chuuya(we spell his name differently)POV will be written by Cameille(Me [hes better than me]{only in height lol})
Every Chapter the POV will change, I think. It should be like that but idk
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          When Dazai wakes up it is 9 a.m. realizing he's late he thinks just to skip, 'cause lets be honest, what just another truant to his record? Though he doesn't really feel like getting lectured by Ango. So, begrudgingly he gets up out of his unfairfully comfy bed might he add; ears twitching, he yawns lazily. Walking to the bathroom he enters and looks at himself. His hair is a bird's nest of brown locks. He looks at it closely in the mirror to find it's not greasy so he doesn't need to wash his hair. The boy undresses himself and when taking off his bandages he makes sure to close his eyes so he doesn't see the hideous scared skin. Showering ever so slowly as he doesn't really want to go to his first period: Orchestra. Really the kids in there are so annoying and he hates them all, of course he doesn't express this, they already think he's weird and can't have his fathers reputation ruined even more. He likes his professor and she likes him to, but the kids? He really hates them. Then if he misses his first period he won't get all the kids in his orchestra and if he's late to his English class Odasaku won't care, he understands. The kids in his English aren't that bad though, most of them are terrible English speakers despite having learned English since the grade three.
Stepping out the shower he dries off, closing his eyes for no reason he just doesn't feel like seeing, he wraps his bandages and gets dressed. Checking the time he sees it's 9:10, right, so, I will get to Odas about 20 minutes late, surely he will praise me for going to class instead of skipping. That's if the train is running late and he manages to catch it. Feeling proud of himself he leaves and confidently walks to the train station near his house, 'cause of course his father had to pick some mansion close by the water and a bagillion miles away from his high school. He goes to Yokohama Suiran High School. Thankfully it's his third, and final, year there. After his father will send him off to some rich fancy collage to be a doctor or something like that. Akiko, that fucking traitor. She had gotten ready and left without even waking him up. Maybe during their next girls night with his sister's girl-friends(Including some Ranpo kid they picked up along the way) when he orders their food he will mess up her order; on accident of course. By some miracle the train really had been running late. Swiftly, he pays for a ticket and hops in the train. The sound around him suddenly overwhelming, children screaming, okay, well that's really it and it's only one child. The mother of the child is trying to get it to quiet down, other than that the train is silent but that's like so besides the point. This child is making his already ruined day worse just by existing. He deserves so much better than whatever is happening today.
Rolling his eyes he takes out his earbuds and puts them in his ears. There was a slight twitch to them when he put the earphones in but that's about it. Turning on his phone and opening spotify: some random swedish audio listening app that had gained traction over the last couple years. Opening a playlist he had made of "American White Girl Music" he pressed play. In just a second California Girls by Katy Perry started playing. It really was a good song. It had a good beat and wonderful word play. Akiko was the first to find it, then played it at one of their girls' nights. Turning up the audio to drown out the noise safety be damned he sees the date, 2018年04月23日, monday. So that means his and his sister's birthday is about, well not about, exactly in 57 days, on a god damn Tuesday. Of course whatever god that existed in this god forsaken world would put his birthday in the middle of the week. Not even a weekend too. Whatever, it's fine, he will just skip that day, he deserves it really. Ten or so songs pass and like that he was at his destination. Seeping off the train he gets off and hurries to the school. He's already pretty late to Odasaku's class; he doesn't want to be anymore late. Once the school's in sight he slows down acting like he doesn't even care that he's late. Slipping a strap from his bag he keeps it loosely hanging from his shoulder as he straightens his stance. Holding his head up high he walks in changing into his indoor shoes and walks in the direction of his English class. Finding the door he stops and looks at the time; it's now 8:45. He was right, of course he was, he's never, ever, wrong, exactly 20 minutes late to Oda's class. Throwing the door open the teen walks in, confident radiating off him. At the movement all eyes snapped to him, discomfort arose in his body but none of it showed. Smiling at Oda, he gives a small wave and walks to his seat in front of Odasaku's desk. Throwing his bag down he falls in the seat with a loud sound.
A few of the kids with more sensitive hearing flinched or pulled their ears back. One of these students was his sweet, fake red-head of a pwincess: Nakahara Chuya. Who definitely hated him if the glare he sent him meant anything. Sending the boy a wink catching the boy off guard he turns to face his sensei as he takes the earbuds out. As expected he didn't bother to stop explaining whatever assignment they had when Dazai interrupted the class oh so rudely. Odasaku by no doubt was his favorite teacher, he was never much of a talker except during the lessons. He was by far the nicest person to put up with his shit. Laying his head down on his desk he closes his eyes keeping his ears perked for any important information. Unfortunately his fake little cat-nap didn't last long as soon enough Oda had tapped on Dazai's desk to get him to sit up. Rolling his eyes he sits up lazily and lays his head on his hand. To his disappointment the man wasn't even looking his way. Sighing he looks out the window and just sees the courtyard and the other half of the school. Osasaku stopped teaching and the students around him got to work as chattering arose between them. Oda walked over to Dazai and knelt down in front of his desk. The burnett gave a loose grin as he looks at the man.