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Hi! Thanks so much nonnie and don’t worry, you’re english is not bad at all. Hope you enjoy these even tho they’re quite short.

Chuuya

Exams were the shittiest thing ever. It’s the one thing you could say about school. And the fact that there was an added pressure from both the school and your family was just a very… very unfortunate bonus.

The last grade you got was your lowest one yet. It was enough to make you depressed for the rest of the week. But coming home to see Chuuya drinking wine on your couch made you forget about it for a little while.

“Hello.” You did your best to sound cheerful, using a singsong sort of voice.

“Welcome home.” Chuuya smiled at you, seemingly unaware of your sadness.

You made a mental note to enjoy the evening with your boyfriend. He didn’t need to hear you complain about school, again.

“Been waiting for me long?” You let your backpack slid from your back to the floor before walking towards him.

“I’ve had my company.” Chuuya raises the glass of wine, half joking.

“You could’ve called me.” You say next to him. He let his head rest on top of yours.

“Nah, didn’t want to bother you.” He replied. “Is something wrong?”

He had caught on. But you’d still not unload it on him.

You shook your head in response. “Why?”

“You’re bullshitting, Y/N.” He turned his torso to face you. “What happened?”

“Just school stuff.” You said it nonchalantly. “Bad grade, that’s all. We should talk about something else.”

“What?” He rested his glass on the mini table in front of you. “Really? Was it so bad?”

“My…” A lump set itself on your throat. It made speaking more difficult. “My worst grade yet.”

“Yet? You think you’ll get a worse one?” Chuuya inquired. You remained quiet. “Listen, it’s just one goddamn grade. You’re wicked smart and you know it. There is not enough bad grades in the world that it’s gonna change that. School doesn’t know how to accurately measure these things, anyway. You’re gonna do better next time, I know it.”

“Really? You think so?” You questioned, holding his hand in yours.

“I know it.” He replied. “I’ll even help you study.”

Dazai

A bad grade was no big deal, right? Grades don’t determine how smart or intelligent you are, anyway, do they?

So why did you chest ache so much? Why was your vision blurred by countless tears? Why did a low grade hurt you so goddamn much?

You had no idea. As you had no idea about anything that fell on the God forsaken test.

As you walked home with the exam in your hands, you had to keep yourself from tearing it all to shreds. What did it matter? It didn’t. But you still couldn’t destroy such a document, so you settled on aggressively bitting on your inner lips.

Walking inside your bedroom, you let yourself fall on top of your bed. Screams left your lips almost immediately. It just seemed so unfair how you needed to know useless things or you’d get stuck in school for another year.

When the door bell rang, you had half a mind to just leave the person outside without a word or appearance. Until you remembered you had arranged to meet with Dazai the week before, so it was probably him.

Dragging yourself to the door, you opened it slowly. Dazai slid himself inside and took a good look at you as you huffed.

He made a pout with his lips before poking at your hand with his index finger. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Bad grade.” You threw yourself on the living room sofa.

“Really?” Dazai inquired, positioning himself in front of you.

You nodded, a headache coming on “i hate school.”

Dazai laughed at the comment. “Who doesn’t? You know, you can ask for help.”

“Whose?” You questioned.

“Mine, just for instance.” Dazai shrugged.

“You… You’d do that for me?” You faced him, touched by his gesture.

“What? You know me enough to know i’m just that generous.” He praised himself, this time making you laugh. “Of course I would, Y/N. I know you can do better, and I’ll be there to see it.”

This is totally Loki’s theme song. Fight me on this.