thinking about high school au teen!skk who are in class, and dazai has his chin laid atop his arms, eyes closed. he always does this, and chuuya sometimes has trouble discerning whether he's actually fallen asleep. today though, he's pretty sure the asshole is snoozing for real—it's been a good few minutes since he's twitched or sighed obnoxiously.
the longer chuuya stares at dazai's resting face, the more the teacher's voice dulls into a drone, until all he hears is this little voice in the back of his head urging him to—
dazai's eyes snap open. chuuya freezes, hand still halfway through combing dark brown bangs.
"uh," chuuya says. he gulps. dazai is blinking at him like a stunned goldfish. or like a dumb mackerel, maybe. chuuya can't quite muster the presence of mind to make that joke right now. his own face is feeling hot.
chuuya retracts his hand, hiding it in his lap. he forces himself to look ahead and catch whatever mr. teacher is saying. when his heart is no longer pounding, he finally sneaks another glance at dazai. he's closed his eyes again. his head is now cushioned to the side instead of the middle, just shy of touching chuuya.