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Icy wind whistled past, ruffling—and ruining—Chuuyas hair. The letter of acceptance crinkled as his grip tightened on it, to keep it from going with the breeze. He cast his gaze up, taking in the main building. Everything felt surreal, the students passing him, the air, even Chuuya himself.
Something hard knocked into him, just as he was about to take a step forward. “What the hell-” he gasped, stumbling forward a bit. He whipped around to find some blond prick with a smug expression etched onto his features passing by. “Sorry! I really didn't see you there. But keep it moving, okay?” Chuuya let a low, guttural growl sound in his throat as he stomped forward between students, his scaly tail whipping behind him.
He wasn’t even inside the building and he was already being harassed? Something told him that it wasn't great for the commoners, but really?
Chuuya made it into the building, the harassment from earlier leaving his mind almost instantly, and being replaced by pure disbelief. The inside was like nothing he had ever seen before. The walls were made of stone, but banners hung in thin air, and pillars with intricate designs rose to the ceiling. Twin staircases led to another floor, as well as many other sets that were placed around. Up above him were, what he assumed to be upperclassmen, flying about and handing pamphlets to new students.
One approached him, her iridescent wings fluttering behind her. “Have a good stay!” she beamed before flying off. To say Chuuya was enamored with the place already wasn't a far off statement. The restlessness of his tail had gone down, and his annoyance had dissipated. Suddenly, feedback echoed in the spacious hall.
“Uh- Um, hello!” An awkward, and nervous sounding voice cleared their throat. “Welcome to Misterva! Or welcome back if you’re returning for another year at our school.” a hush fell over the students. “If all freshmen could make their way up the main staircase, there will be further instruction as to where to go after. Thank you, and have a wonderful first day.” There was a cut, and the chattering soon restarted.
Chuuya watched a crowd of freshmen move towards the staircases, so he pushed his way forward, joining the mob. His wings were tucked closer to his body to keep them from knocking into anyone. The crowd eventually stopped moving, and Chuuya had to rise on his toes to look above. There were five adults in a row, seemingly waiting for something. The man who stood in the middle hit his cane on the ground, and all talking ended abruptly. The guy had a sort of partially slicked back hair style, and wore an outfit that screamed that he was important.
“Hello, new students. Welcome to Misterva, where you will spend the next few years of your life, preparing and training your abilities to protect and defeat. Here, you will all grow into fine people, people who will hold much power.” An almost sinister smile had grown on his face as he spoke. Though, nobody else seemed to have noticed. And if they had, there was no sign they did. “This year, however, we are joined by someone very special. Someone from our very own royal family.” Murmurs flooded the crowd at the mention of the family. Chuuya had heard of them before, the Tsushimas, but he never paid much attention to them. He didn't see why he should.
From behind a corner, a dark haired boy emerged. The first features Chuuya noticed were hard to say, but the six pitch black wings and black horns were definitely captivating. His right eye was covered with white bandages, so was his neck. Chuuya thought he saw some under the baggy coat sleeves, but he couldn’t be certain. The uniform vest was missing from his attire, and the shirt was a dark brown, different from the gingers, which was a deep red. Actually, there seemed to be groups of colors for different types of magic. Or so he assumed. The boy (a Tsushima apparently), had skin that was so pale, it almost had a blue tint.
The boy stepped in front of the partial-slick-back, and cleared his throat.
“Hello, everyone! As you heard from Mori, our beloved dean, I am from the Tsushima family, and the heir to the throne. But, I prefer the name Osamu Dazai. So, you can call me Dazai!” His voice was childish and peppy, but his presence was something to be reckoned with. It was regal, and almost felt as though he should be bowing down to him. From the looks on the people around him, he wasn’t the only one.
“The Tsushimas are very proud of all of you who were accepted, and even more of the candidate from the exams. I hope you all have a fantastic year. See you around!” And with that, he exited to the crowd that was in front of him. A moment of silence passed, before partial-slick-back, who was apparently the dean and named Mori, spoke back up. “Well, at this point in most of your lives, you already know the layout well from your visits over the years. But, for our lucky exam student, you will get a guide. Thank you, everyone, for listening, and you may go get your dorm numbers.” With that, the mob of freshmen began to disperse.
Chuuya stayed in his spot, looking around. He crossed his arms, in an attempt not to look too awkward, but he still scanned the area for anyone who was approaching him. He wasn’t like these stuck up rich pricks, he had no clue where anything was.
Finally, he noticed Mori making his way over, followed by someone shorter than him.
“Hello, Nakahara. We at the school are very happy to have you here this year. If you could, please follow me to my office. I’d like to give you a quick rundown before your tour.” Mori invited. Not that he had a choice. If he wanted to survive for even a minute, he’d have to know at least where the toilets were.
So, Chuuya trailed behind Mori. He recognized the guy behind him, it was Osamu fucking Dazai. His mind started to whirl. As much as he couldn’t give two shits about the royal family, he was still the heir. Was he going to be his guide? Or was he just sitting in? If so, why did he care? Maybe to report to his family? He guessed it made sense, he was the only examinee who got accepted. But, couldn't Mori just report it?
Wait, why did he care so much? Maybe it was just the intimidating wings, or the paper white skin. Well, the skin thing wasn’t terribly uncommon, but the wings definitely were! Normally, people who have six wings were archangels, and those were freakishly rare. But having six wings that were pitch black? And with horns? That had to be it.
He was just a little intimidated.
Just a bit.
As it turns out, Mori’s office was in a whole other building. So the walk there was long, and extremely annoying.
If this was what rich people did normally, Chuuya wanted no part.
Once all three of them reached the office, Chuuya slumped into one of the cushy chairs, manners be damned. Mori took his place behind his desk, and Dazai sat in the opposing cushy chair. “So,” the black haired adult began “Nakahara, now that you’ve been accepted into Misterva, there will be many changes to your life. Such as, living arrangements, meals, physical strains, as well as mental strains, and overall rules to abide by.” He explained, pulling out some papers from a drawer in his desk. He tapped them on the wood before setting them down.
“I have a few papers for you to fill out, that should only take a few minutes. Shuu- Dazai here, can help you, if need be.” Dazai peered over at Chuuya, and gave him a wave and a grin. Chuuya only returned with a miniscule nod. Mori watched the two, slight amusement tugging at his face. “Well, I’ll go over the basic rules, and you can read the rest in that handy little pamphlet of yours.”
“Now, you must wear your uniform everyday. Having it be dirtied and unprepared for the following day is unacceptable and you can be subject to punishment. Leniency can be grated, but only for good reason. Eating meals in your dorm is prohibited, and only small snacks may be allowed. You are allowed to eat elsewhere than the lunch room, but not in any enclosed areas. Being late to class after the first two weeks means you are susceptible to punishment. Harming another student for reasons other than training or self defense can lead to detention, suspension, or expulsion, depending on the severity of the injury. Stealing of the schools or personal property can also lead to the previously stated punishments. Lack of manners, or being too crude will lead to after class detention, and too many detentions will lead to expulsion. Leaving campus without permission from a teacher or someone in authority will lead to suspension and a set punishment that will be determined by the authority that finds you.” Mori finally finished, almost seeming out of breath. “Well,” he sighed “please enjoy your tour, and try not to get in trouble too fast.”
Dazai hopped out of his seat, seeming eager to leave. “Well, c’mon Chuuya! There’s a lot of ground to cover!”
Chuuya groaned, pushing himself out of the comfortable chair and following the guy out of the door. Something about him seemed off. Maybe it was the way his voice was higher than any other guys he’d met. Maybe it was his extremely rare features, or maybe it was how everything about him seemed too... vibrant. He acted so peppy and excited, yet something just felt so off. And Chuuya wasn’t even that good at reading people, so clearly, something was wrong with this guy.
But really, there wasn’t a lot he could go off of. Maybe it was just how the Tsushimas were, he didn’t know.
But what he did know, was that he was really getting on Chuuyas nerves.
“Come onnn, Chuuya! I can see that you’re short, but you’re as slow as a snail! Maybe that tail is weighing you down! Can you even fly with it? It really makes you look like a slug.” Dazai's tail was swishing behind him, as though he were having fun teasing him. “I can fly, asshole. And in case you didn’t already know, this school is massive. I'm going to save as much stamina as I can.” The ginger had his arms crossed as he walked, doing his best to contain his temper. This guy was really testing his coping skills, though.
As they strolled through seemingly endless corridors and peeked into what had to be a thousand doorways, the bickering didn’t seem to end. Dazai had a million petty insults, and Chuuya had barely enough willpower to withstand making any dumb comments. “The dining hall is here, where you’ll be served meals you’ve probably never heard of, considering your status. Though, I doubt your palette will be much of a problem, you seem the type to feast on anything in sight.” The brown haired boy spoke smoothly, brushing past Chuuya.
Chuuya let out a low, guttural noise, but said nothing. Getting detention or a punishment before classes even started wouldn’t be very smart. So, he just followed behind Dazai.
“Aww, look at you! You’re just like an obedient little puppy!” Dazai cooed, his voice annoyingly pitched.
That was what made him snap.
“Y’know what, you asshole? I don’t care if you’re rich, or royalty, you really need some kind of reality check. Because you’ve been nothing but an annoying prick this whole time. You’ve insulted me at least a million times, and even kept bringing the fact I'm a commoner into it. How about you get off your fucking high horse and realize that you can’t always just say and do whatever you want. Because, shocker, even low class people have feelings!” He seethed, hands clenched into fists by his sides. Maybe he was overreacting, maybe he wasn’t, he was unsure. What he was sure of though, was that he was pissed, and that he couldn’t be around this pretentious bastard any longer.
“Just tell me my dorm number, I'll figure the rest out some other time. I have two weeks until being late actually matters.” Chuuya muttered, unable to look in Dazais direction. A silence passed between them, the coldness of the empty hallway seeping into the air around them. After a minute or two of tense quietness, Chuuya finally broke it, “Are you gonna tell me or what, bastard?” he looked up, finding himself making eye contact with Dazai. His face was almost blank, but his eyes were too wide to be normal. He seemed… shocked? Upset? But why would he be?
Because he was a rich fuck, that’s why. He’d probably never been told no in his life, much less been yelled at like that. That's why he looked like that, with his nose scrunching ever so slightly in disdain.
“...It’s 505. Your things will be sent in either tomorrow or the day after.” Dazai murmured, still staring.
“Yeah, thanks.” He scoffed, turning on his heel to a nearby stairwell.
“Wait! That’s not the way to the dorms!” Dazai called out from behind. Chuuya paused, one foot on the first stair and the other on the ground. “Would you...” he began, but realized, ultimately, it would be better to know where the dorms were. With a huff, and a bit of his pride, he turned back and stomped towards Dazai. “Fine. Where are the dorms.” he gritted out, not meeting his gaze.
“Follow me!” the dark haired teen giggled, starting off in the direction they came. Chuuya hadn’t taken time to really appreciate the architecture within the building, nor the decorations. He mindlessly followed the other, all while gazing around. He probably looked insane, but he didn’t care. Some of the windows held stained glass art, which cast different colors of light to the ground. It was mesmerizing, how the colors danced and twirled when the sun hit it in different directions. His interest was cut short when a particularly annoying voice echoed in the hall.
“Cmon, slug! If we want to get to the dorms today we need to actually walk! ”
“Huh? I am walking, dipshit!” he retorted, speeding up his pace to catch up to Dazai.
“Well, clearly not, if you have to catch up to me.” he snickered, looking over at Chuuya with a shit eating grin. Chuuya returned with a glare, wishing nothing but death on the other, because death meant he wouldn't be able to annoy him again.
He's decided that with all the magic people possess, there should be a better way to get from floor to floor. Because, these stairwells are a new form of torture. He’s walked ten floors in all, which is dumb because his dorm is supposedly on the 5th floor. He was completely drained, out of breath, and sweaty. Dazai, on the other hand, seemed almost completely fine. It was infuriating.
“Hey, asshole,” Chuuya gasped between labored breaths, “do you, do this on the daily.. or something?” his hands were placed on his knees in order to give himself a break. If he had to do this everyday for the next 6 years of his life, he’d simply drop out. Sure, he’d probably become outcasted from society itself and maybe ruin his life, but man, would it be better than this. Dazai looked over at him, clearly holding back laughter. “What the hell is so funny, prick?”
“Well, I don't know if those wings of yours work, or if you’re very trained with them... but they are there, and at your disposal.”
A moment of deep silence passed.
“Are you telling me, while I wasn't looking, you were flying?”
A beat of silence.
“Yeah,”
“...”
“I was waiting to see if you would notice,”
“...”
“you didn't.”
“Yeah, clearly, you fucking bastard!” Chuuya fumed, finally having caught his breath. ”You could’ve told me! Now I'm all gross and need a shower!” he lifted his arm to smell his armpit, and recoiled at the scent. “God! You're insufferable.” Dazai beamed as though he were proud of himself. “Well, we’re almost to your dorm! Let's get a move on, shall we?” he began walking away from the red head before he had time to reply. Chuuya dragged himself forwards, not using his wings out of pure spite.
It was only a short walk to dorm 505, and when Dazai opened the door, he stood there in shock. It was spacious, almost overwhelmingly so. Walking in, he was met with a large living area, with a window reaching almost to the ceiling. It was fully furnished, with a couch, an armchair, pillows and rugs, as well as a fireplace. There were two doors opposite to each other, and when he opened them, they led to bedrooms double the size of his own. Both had king size beds, vanities, bathrooms of their own, windows, and more space for their own decoration.
Chuuya stood in the doorway of one of the bedrooms, mouth hanging open. “This place is bigger than my house..” he said in disbelief. “Is this normal?” he questioned, turning towards Dazai.
“Not necessarily. Maybe for a room in a mansion, but not for a school.” he replied calmly, looking as though he were inspecting the place.
“Then, why the hell did I get this?”
“Because I'll be your roommate,”
“...”
“and they don't want to upset the royal family.”
“What the hell did you just say?”
Dazai met Chuuyas angered gaze, a slight furrow in his brow. “What, were you not informed? I thought I asked Mori to tell you in advance...” he muttered, crossing his arms. “But anyways, yes, I will be your roommate for this year, which is why you got such a large room.”
“I’m going to kill you.”