SKK!College AU
Chuuya is dared to make the new transfer student from the intellectual circle "αzunō" -Dazai Osamu- fall for him while the boy's popularity grows as the straightest fuckboy of the whole school.
Of course, things are about to get out of hands.

TW// lots.
See ya.

It's barely two months into his second year of college that Chuuya hears Dazai's name for the first time. He plops down on an empty seat at the cafeteria's table his friends -/all girls/- had already occupied and the conversation falls silent all at once. -

"What?" he asks suspiciously. Being part of a girls-only group sometimes has its perks, but other times it's quite frustrating when they get sheepy and leave him in the dark of spicy details. "Just spit it out, what are you talking about? Dirty stuff?" he smirks poking -

his tongue out. The girls share a look before Lucy nods and Yosano makes a gesture for Naomi to keep talking about whatever she was telling them before.

"Well… Junichiro joined the AlphaZuno's gang last week--"

"Weren't subscriptions closed?" Chuuya asks surprised, -

ears well open on the topic. After all, the αzunō circle is always worth discussing with all the handsome dudes being members of such an /intellectual/ club-wanna-be, especially if it's somehow connected with the wild parties they use to throw once a month.

"They kicked -

someone out, so there was a free spot and you know my brother-- he's always wanted to join, but didn't because of me."

"Because he doesn't want Naomi to be their target," Yosano adds, a knowing smile stretching her lips.
"Well. We're half-siblings, but I'm not -

an easy girl, /Akiko/--"

"Wait, what?"Chuuya stares at them confused and Lucy sighs shaking her head. "Sometimes I really wonder if you attend our same school or not, Chuuya."

"They're playboys, you know that," Naomi says with less enthusiasm. "Even Jun'ichiro is…" she adds -

with an even smaller voice.
"Well, what's new with it? Have you /seen/ them? I bet all of you had at least /one/ crush over someone in there," Chuuya points out.

"But they're assholes!" Lucy chirps, right when Yosano instead beams, "they're /hot/!"

Gin joins their table and -

greets them happily. "Are we finally talking about the zuno's with Chuuya?" she chuckles, opening her can of soda.

They all nods and Chuuya makes a face.
"Since when I am the one left out of boy's talks? Did you forget which team I play for?"

Yosano huffs and all the others -

rolls their eyes faking annoyance. It's a well-trained move they perfectioned over the last year at some of Chuuya's comments, just to prove their /superiority/ point.

"/I'm not worthy of questioning you girls/," Chuuya mutters but he's not able to hide his low laughter. -

"So, this new dude they accepted at the beginning of the year seems to be quite a challenge for the running president," Naomi continues, pocking at her plate lazily.

"Sakaguchi?"

"No, that's the club president. I mean the circle, Dostoevski is the unofficial president and -

he's always been the most popular among girls--"

"He has a /list/. Last year it was sent to the whole school through Line with /charts/, it's been the talk of the summer." Lucy adds, clearly annoyed.

"I got that too, it was filled with lots of shit too," Chuuya frowns, -

remembering how some girl didn't even show up on graduation day out of embarrassment.
"It was leaked tho, right?"

"It was, but it doesn't make it less terrible--"

"Cut it Lucy, we all know most of the girls of this school gets /in line/ to be fucked by Fyodor-san," Gin says -

calmly, and sometimes Chuuya doesn't know if to be surprised at the uncaring attitude or take her as an example.

It's true, though, how ridiculously popular that third-year dude is. Even /Chuuya/ had hots for the Russian during the first months of college as well, but -

it's not something he's going to say at this table.
Ever.

"That's the point, now girls are less keen into that, but it seems /someone else/ is taking the spotlight," Naomi says lowering her voice and leaning on the table as if she's about to share a secret.

"Dazai Osamu," -

she says pronouncing the name slowly, and Chuuya raises an eyebrow at her. He has no idea who the dude is.

"Chuuya do you really come to our same school?" her friend chuckles at his expression, and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I've been /busy/, Akiko, you know I finally managed -

to get selected for my club's competitions, which I remind you all, are already next month. I worked my ass off for this last year--"

"Yeah yeah, your belt is the manlier thing on you sometimes, you don't need to remind us."

"Hey! That's unfair, I'm your friend!" -

Yosano laughs and throws a paper ball at him playfully.

Chuuya rolls his eyes and pretends to ignore her bringing the conversation back to the table.

"So who's this Dazai?"

"He's a transfer student, seems like no one knows much of him but the rumour says he's /wild/ -

in the sheets," Gin gets in, chuckling innocently.

"He /is/ hot, and is more sociable than Dostoevsky for sure. Girls rather line up for him now, it seems," Naomi says a bit dreamy, and Chuuya sends her a look.

"Really, Naomi? Are you gonna get in line?"

"Oh c'mon! -

Don't blame me, you haven't even /seen/ him yet!"

"As if it would change anything!"

"Talking of the devil…" Lucy stares behind her bickering friends, at the cafeteria entrance. When Chuuya turns his head following her staring, he recognizes some of the boys from αzunō and -

a couple of girls giggling around them.

"The one with the creamy shirt," Yosano points out, and Chuuya's eyes land on the /new/ popular guy, who's currently walking with an arm wrapped around the waist of a petite blonde girl.

There's no denying it.

He /is/ handsome. -

Chuuya bites on his lower lips as the guy turns to the girl with a large, bright smile, and he can /hear/ Naomi sighs at his side, bringing back his attention to his friends before he can let out some similar sound and embarrass himself.

"Naomi, you're drooling," he teases, -

but can't help to glance back at the group who's taking an empty table not too far from them.

His eyes seem/glued/ to that Dazai, and it's not really every day Chuuya gets so /distracted/ lately.

It must be that turtle neck shirt.
He has a /thing/ for those, after all. -

"Chuuya. /you/ are drooling," Gin giggles again, and he turns to her wide-eyed with a shriek.

"No way!"

The girls stare at him in silence and his hand twitched as if in need to actually check his mouth.
He /knows/ he's not drooling, thanks a lot.

"Too bad he's straight as a lamp pole," Lucy whispers grinning, but loud enough for Chuuya to hear and pretend a disgusted reaction.

"As if /I'd care/."

Once again the girls are silents and in turns, they look at each other sharing information with that weird communication -

channel that seems invisible to Chuuya. Then, they all smile at him sweetly.

/Too sweetly/.

"You'd fuck him," Akiko says nonchalantly, poking a piece of apple in her mouth and munching on it slowly.

Lucy snorts in her glass while Naomi and Gin exchange a playful grin. -

"I recall he's straight?" Chuuya reminded with a raised brow.

"He /looks/ like a good fuck, though," he adds, sending one more look at the table where their topic's subject is deep into having some kind of conversation.

One hand busy with his chopsticks, the other running -

circles on the back of the hand of the girl sitting next to him.

"I'm sure you can seduce him without much effort…"

"Yeah, I could probably get him to fuck m--- wait, WHAT?"

Chuuya chokes realizing what he just said.
His brain must have short-circuited at some point -

because that wasn't something he was planning to say.
At all.

And he fell in the girl's trap like a dead fish.

"I bet you can get him. You /like/ him, Chuuya--"

"I /just/ saw his face!"

"Please /do it/ for me too!" Naomi adds, and Chuuya is now looking at the girls like -

they're gone crazy.

"Ladies," he tries to flatter, in attempt to escape whatever game they're trying to set him in.

"I know nothing about him. And /he.is.straight/."

"That's not what you're really thinking! C'mon Chuuya what happened to you?" Naomi blinks looking genuinely -

surprised.

"What do you mean?!" Chuuya /squeaks/, not believing his ears.
"Since when /I/ am the fuckboy here? /He/ should be the one!"

"That's exactly what we're trying to make you see Chuuya..." Gin smiles playing with her straw.

"It doesn't make sense!!" Chuuya notices -

how his own voice has raised an octave too high and bites on his lips as heads around turns toward them.

Grumpily, he takes a deep breath, trying to ignore how the girls are silently snickering at him.

Sometimes he /despises/ them. In a loving way.

"Ok… are you all serious -

right now? Why do you want me to try and get him?"

"Because it's fun?" Lucy points a chopstick at him and he recoils.

"I thought /you/ were against this??"

"I never said that!"

"Chuuya," Yosano holds a hand in the middle to stop them, a playful smirk growing on her face. -

"First. Don't pretend you have any innocence left," she says, nailing him with her eyes. "It's not like we never hang out with you and haven't /seen/ what you are like with dudes. We /all/ know you might as well write a list too--"

"I could /not/! I didn't fuck with so many-" -

"Second," she interrupts, having Lucy and Naomi giggle.
Gin just stares at the exchange interested, a light blush on her cheeks.

"When was the last time you got laid? A month ago?"

Chuuya stares at them in silence, then turns to Gin as if in search of support. He finds none -

and for a second he actually thinks about an answer before slumping back on his chair.

"Almost two."

"What? Jeez, Chuuya! You're getting boring! And you even ditched us at the last αzunō's party--"

"I was studying!"

"You're chickening out."

"I am really NOT! C'mon it's -

June, Akiko. School just started!"

"Then there's plenty of time to getproper study /later/. You need to have fun… and to get laid as well. Or you suddenly decided to become a bookworm?!"

"Alright! Okay, yes. I hear you, harpies," Chuuya glares and he sighs, brushing a hand -

between his red locks.

"I can /try/ - just try! - to get into his bed. Okay? But that's it. I won't make a fool out of myself, I've had my share of /comments/ last year."

"It won't be like that Chuuya. You came out, drunk, in front of everyone wearing bunny ears-"

"DON'T!" -

The girls laugh at his outburst and Chuuya finds himself stretching on the table to covering Yosano's mouth with his hand wearing a wild look.

"Don't. Please... I don't need to remember that," he says, cheeks growing warmer as they take colour.

"Anyway," Naomi steps back -

into the conversation, sipping her drink through the straw. "Jun'ichiro joined them, and he told me some stuff," she taunts.

"Like what?" Lucy asks as Chuuya recompose himself.

"Like, Dazai wears bandages at his neck, and the rumour says he never wants the lights on." -

"But he seems to have a nice dick," Gin chirps in, casually, and all of the looks at her wide-eyed.

"What? How do you know /that/?"

"My friend slept with him last weekend," she chuckled, trapping one strand of hair behind her ear innocently.

Chuuya tries to process -

the information. More the one over the bandages than the other one.

Having a nice dick is a plus, but not necessary when it's put at good use anyway.

"So he only fucks lights off? But he gets his dick out with lights on," Chuuya mutters, tapping his chin with interest. -

Yosano grins at his comment, but whatever she's going to say next is interrupted when Tanizaki shows at their table, a hand on Naomi's shoulder.

"Hey girls, Chuuya," he greets politely, squeezing his sister's shoulder. "Can I borrow Naomi for a while? You're done with lunch?" -

They all stare at them while they leave. They stare /harder/ as Tanizaki introduces Naomi to the αzunō's table.

Chuuya's eyes are fixed on Dazai as he observes as he gets on his feet, bows kindly to Naomi, the girl blushing at the motion and the petite blonde next to the boy -

gets a hold on his shirt to bring him down in jealousy.

"You should introduce yourself too, Chuuya," Lucy says out of nowhere, and Chuuya is almost startled.

"What? Why?"

"Because," and she searches for the other girls support, "this is your best chance to greet them, you -

can pretend you need to take Naomi back as an excuse."

"I'm sure you can come up with any convincing story. C'mon Chuuya, the game is on!" Yosano adds chuckling as he watches the way Chuuya's cheeks gets red.

"You're the worst..." he whispers, still glancing at the table -

where Tanizaki is now sitting, trying to convince Naomi to sit on his knees.

Naomi points at /their/ table suddenly, and all the Zuno's boys turn to look at him, Lucy, Yosano and Gin.

The girls wave - well, Yosano and Gin do, Lucy just stiffens - and Chuuya can't really -

react when Dazai's eyes hover over him.

Chuuya shivers. That guy has eyes so deep he feels warmth cooling low his body.

Then Chuuya is standing up, rosy cheeks nowhere to be seen and he hears the giggles of the girls when he moves to walk to the playboy's table. -

He's not sure of what is doing, but as he approaches, Chuuya insults Akiko in his head for trapping him in this game.

She knows him the best. She knows /which button/ to press to rile him up. And now there he is, standing in front of the groups, taking a spot next to Naomi. -

Close up, Dazai is, even more,/handsome/ and Chuuya needs to force himself to avert his eyes.

/Damn/, he thinks. /I'm doomed/.

"Hey, sorry but I'd need Naomi to go over our notes for the next lesson, we were discussing it before and didn't have the chance to finish -

our conversation," Chuuya says confidently. He's thankful he still can put off an act when he needs.

Naomi looks at him confused for a second but then she lights up. "Oh, OH!" she says, covering her mouth. "/Nakahara-kun/, you're right! I'm sorry--"

"Oh I didn't know?" -

Tanizaki says surprised but lets Naomi's arm free where he was kindly holding her.

"Ah, that's fine Jun'ichiro-kun, I think we didn't notice the time, but we're running late no, aren't we, Naomi?"

"Are you her boyfriend?"

Chuuya freezes for a second, the unknown voice -

reaching his ear, even if he already knows it's Dazai who is asking.

"That one?"

One of the guys at the table chuckles and Chuuya manages to catch only glimpse of Dazai's eyes again before he's turning to his /friend/ confused.

"He's a faggot," the dude says as explanation. -

Chuuya's eyebrows rais so high his forehead almost hurts.

There it goes his introduction thanks to that shit head.

"Excuse me?" he says, and Naomi puts a hand on his shoulder as Chuuya realizes he was already stepping forward. He stops, but he does because Dazai is turning -

back to look at him, and Chuuya realizes this can be the end of the whole game.

Dazai is about to say something, but Chuuya extends his arm, hand directed to the boy in a formal introduction motion.

"Whatever you say, Stainback," Chuuya restrains himself, searching for -

Dazai's eyes, trying to relax his own posture.

"I'm Nakahara Chuuya, I heard you transferred here this year. Is nice to meet you."

Chuuya's heart is pounding, he's not gonna lie to himself.
Having Dazai look at him like that feels quite heavy. The guy is obviously checking -

him out, and it makes Chuuya's confidence glow.

Then Dazai stands again and they shake hands and his grip is strong, so sure of himself.

"Dazai Osamu," he says with a small smirk, before sitting back. "I guess time's up. It was nice meeting you Naomi-chan," Dazai smiles -

at them both, before turning his attention to the blonde girl next to him who kept making a weird face during their moment.

Chuuya stands there for a second too long, unsure, but Naomi prompts him to move and he meets Tanizaki's apologetic eyes when he turs.

"That's fine," he -

waves the /little accident/ off, not wanting to burden his friend.

He gets called names often anyway, it's not like it gets under his skin. But Chuuya is a redhead not just by the look, and everyone knows he's keen to get into fights easily if provoked.

So he walks off with -

Naomi as nothing is bothering him.
And nothing is bothering him, if not the sight of Dazai stroking his fingers on the blonde's chin with /obvious/ fake affection, which he had a glimpse of before leaving.

"Fuck," he says, when he sits with Naomi back at their table and rolls -

his eyes, before getting his bag from the floor to shield himself from any unwanted look.

"Akiko I hate you. I hate you all. He's freaking hot--"

Yosano laughs it out, and Naomi pats his back as he pretends to search for his notebook in his bag.

// PART 1 OVER
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