Ghost [Soukoku ] {Trigger warning }

2:Aggression

Chuuya follows Dazai towards Kunikida's office, not saying much, almost as if sulking. Instead, he makes an attempt to at least not sulk as he follows. He ignores the people trying to call them gay in favor of thinking of what he might do when he gets home. Not like anyone's ever there anyways.

Dazai stopped at a little ways off and pointed to the door. “There it is. Do you need me to come back after class?”

There is a pause in which Chuuya actually seems a bit surprised at the offer. “Ah, sure.” He blinked slightly as if a bit confused, but ultimately goes into the office, sitting down across from Kunikida. He says nothing to the man.

“Hello, Mr. Nakahara, how are you today?” Kunikida asked his new client.

“Irritated.” Simply stated in one word. He doesn't look that way, but he was more irritated than he showed. He was close to punching something at this point. He didn't look at the man directly either.

“Would you like to tell me why you were expelled from your last school, in your own words?” Kunikida seemed to be taking notes on Chuuya as he spoke.

He almost spat the next words, “Cause they were f*cking irritating and I'm not that short.” but he stated it definitely, still making his best attempt to remain calm.

“And how tall are you exactly?” Kunikida has an eyebrow raised as he spoke.

“Well- five foot three… but still-... that's not that short…!” He insisted as he crosses his arms with a huff.

“I'm sure you'll grow. Now are you having thoughts of suicide, homicide, and have you self harmed in the last month?” He asked quickly as he wrote.

“What?? No! I just really want to punch almost everyone I see!” He wasn't getting loud yet, but he seemed slightly impatient. He was getting visibly irritated, though.

“They're just mandatory questions. Now how's your first day going?” he was still writing his assessment on how to treat Chuuya.

“Mostly sh*tty. Just like every other sh*tty day, but with added stress.” Chuuya answered in this way, not fully looking at Kunikida still.

“Any new friends?” Kunikida  seemed to pause in his writing.

“... not sure if I'd call him a friend… but there's that Dazai kid who helped me find my classes…” Chuuya seems to calm slightly.

“Ah glad to see that he's interacting with someone. Hopefully, his new meds help him open up more.” Kunikida was talking to himself as he was writing it wasn't meant for Chuuya to hear.

“Huh?” Chuuya purposely didn't act too interested, despite thinking maybe he would try to befriend the guy. In his experience, he always ended up friends with people like that. Akutagawa was friends with him and he was emo and actually trusted Chuuya enough to show him his unhealthy ways. They had helped each other before Chuuya had to switch schools.

Kunikida continued to ask mandatory questions till the bell rang.

Chuuya had gotten out of there after asking, hesitantly, where the cafeteria was. He headed there, pausing by a certain place to wait and see if Dazai would show himself soon. He pretended to be on his phone when the group of annoying people came back around.

“You texting your boyfriend or something?” The voice itself was irksome to no extent.

“Shut your f*cking *ss.” Chuuya growled. Though he wasn't far from Kunikida's office and he would be able to hear it.

“So you are! What a f*cking fag.”

Again, Chuuya really wanted to punch the one speaking.

Dazai appeared a few moments later. He was probably going to get thrown into the lockers for what he was about to say, but honestly, he detested people like them. “Hey, why don't you leave the new kid alone and come out of the closet and stop being  so insecure about your own sexuality? It's perfectly acceptable now to like the same sex.”

In the next moment, while they were distracted and probably thinking about throwing Dazai into a locker, Chuuya's control slipped enough for him to punch the guy in the gut. It was a hard punch for someone his size. The guy actually doubled over. “Yeah, f*ck off, *sshole.” He says roughly with an actually almost intimidating growl before stalking off with obvious anger radiating off of him, dragging Dazai with him by his sleeve and not his arm as if he didn't want to hurt him. He lets go after turning the corner and huffed, kicking the wall. “... f*ck… I hope no one else saw that.”

“You should have let them throw me they would  have gotten suspended again. There's cameras everywhere, but I was blocking one just now.” Dazai mumbled  before fixing his hood which had fallen down along with the top part of his hoodie zipper came undone exposing the bandages around his neck. .

Chuuya huffs slightly again before rolling his eyes with a, “Whatever… I can't stand there and do nothing… I mean, yeah getting rid of bullies like that is what got me expelled from my last school, but f*cking hell, they're f*cking annoying…” he muttered back, glancing away.

“So, I assume Mr.Kunikida told you where the cafeteria was?” Dazai questioned looking like he was ready to bolt.

“Yeah…” Chuuya eventually says, though he really doesn't feel like dealing with other people right now. “Why?” he questions curiously.

“No reason, gotta go bye.” Dazai called over his shoulder as he fled.

Chuuya blinked for a moment before heading towards the cafeteria, confused.

He was in thought as he got in line to get his food, and watched his footing, easily dodging someone's foot when they tried to trip him. He sits towards the edge of the cafeteria by himself, minding his own business and ignoring everyone else til the prick that he punched approached him. “Me, you, after school in the abandoned parking lot. You're gonna f*cking get it.”

Despite his irritation, Chuuya barely bit back a retort as he growled slightly after the guy left. This was getting on his nerves.

His next class, he had found on his own eventually, having stopped by his locker on the way to grab some stuff and putting some stuff away.

He manages to slip into class just as the bell rang, letting out a huff, though now several people were watching him. He rolled his eyes before sitting down and looking around, glimpsing Dazai… again.

The music class teacher had sent mail telling the students to just bring themselves the first day.