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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke gazed at the bottom of the upper bunk listening as the clock over the desk he had claimed quietly tick each second. His dorm was small and stuffy, it contained a bunk bed, two small desks, two dressers, a small fridge, a door leading to a cramped bathroom, and a small bookshelf. He had left his home at three thirty that morning to come to the boarding school he had been attending for two years. The school was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but a vast plain. The nearest town was ten minutes away driving at least forty miles an hour. But if any of the students wanted to walk there it would take close to an hour and by then the staff would realize their absence and quickly catch up.

A nearby church bell dinged multiple times. 8 in the morning. Akutagawa had been waiting for some sign that Dazai had arrived for an hour now. He was bored at the beginning and he was bored now.

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Tweedledee: Where are you? I’m doing my best not to have a complete PANIC attack but when does that ever work?


SupremeOverlord: You can survive thirty more minutes Ryuunosuke


Tweedledee: Can I? CAN I?! What do I do when this random kid who I’ve probably never talked to nor have I ever wanted to talk to walks through the door?


Tweedledee: Do I say hi? Do I remain silent? WHAT DO I DO!?


No. 2: Ryuunosuke, first, breathe! Second, you’re going to be fine, just because someone messed up our normal operation *cough cough* Dazai *cough cough* doesn’t mean everything is going to go to shit within the first fifteen minutes of you’re day.


No. 2: *your

Tweedledum: Unlike the two of you who live ten minutes away from this hell hole (and somehow manage to take thirty minutes to an hour to get here?) We have been up since 3 AM! THREE FUCKING AM!


No. 2: Language.


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Odeadsaku: You’re going to be fine Ryuunosuke. If this kid gives you any guff just threaten them by saying Dazai will rip their fingers from their hands and shove them down their throat, or something similar.


SupremeOverlord: Oda is right, I’ll glady follow through with that threat as well :)


Tweedledum: glady?


SupremeOverlord: Fuck off


No. 2: I just scolded your daughter Dazai do I need to scold you as well?


SupremeOverlord: No, mother.


Tweedledee: THAT DOESNT HELP!!!


SupremeOverlord: It may help to know hes a newbe. His name is Nakajima Atsushi and he’s transphobic from another school.


Tweedledum: Right after summer break, if they’re anything like Ryuu they would have been panicking through back to school presents. (Which he was thanks to this new development). Also, ttransphobic? know it was auto-correct but how did you butcher the spelling of transferring so bad it changed it to transphobic ?


SupremeOverlord: F-you too.


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SupremeOverlord: I didn’t write it out all the way!


No. 2: That doesn’t make it any better, and Gin he probably wrote, ‘Transphorbic’ or something similar.


Odeadsaku: Or he was thinking about multiple things at once and that’s what was typed out.


Tweedledee: Could we please get back to me HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!???!!?!?!?!?!!!


SupremeOverlord: Nakajima Atsushi, he was apparently sent here by his orphanage after he was accused of stealing multiple cars. Nakajima technically feigned innocence since the police found the evidence they needed under his mattress.


Tweedledum: Thats a stupid reason. If he was living in an orphanage anyone could have put the evidence on him. Heck we’ve frame people who’s room hasn’t been in the same building as one of us at this school.


No. 2: It’s *whose* Gin, and look at you using big words like “feigned” Dazai, I’m so proud of you.


SupremeOverlord: (ᵔᴥᵔ)


Tweedledum: And the grammar nazi has appeared. Quick, everyone start using perfect punctuation.


Odeadsaku: I wouldn’t worry too much Ryuunosuke, just greet him customarily and you can ignore him from then on.


SupremeOverlord: That’s true unless…


Tweedledee: He’s like us?


SupremeOverlord: Bingo! If he is like us bring him to Oda’s room. I’ll be there from 9-10:30 prepping some new school year ceremony fiascos. Make sure you’re there as well Gin. If all of us deem him worthy we’ll help him to survive this high school.


Odeadsaku: What are you going to make him do to prove himself?


SupremeOverlord: That’s for me to know. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


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No. 2: I can escape whoever the hell I want to!

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No. 2: If you don’t stop I’m not kissing you for the next two weeks.


SupremeOverlord: Party pooper!


Tweedledum: Ryuu? Are you still breathing?


Tweedledee: Maybe?


SupremeOverlord: Ugh! Kouyou is making us head back to the car now.


Odeadsaku: Where are you?


SupremeOverlord: That’s for us to know. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


No. 2: DAZAI!


SupremeOverlord: sorry


Akutagawa set down his phone and groaned. Normally Dazai was able to pull enough strings to where Oda and he were able to crash together despite the grade difference. But apparently, Dazai had forgotten. Nobody in their group believed that excuse but no one said anything either.

Nakajima was about to be brought to the harsh reality that he was now in the same room as one of the members of the most troublesome groups in this school. But also the most socially awkward of the group. Akutagawa and Odasaku normally didn’t interact with anyone because they had the lively Gin and Dazai, and occasionally Chuuya, to do so. But Oda still did talk to the other students since he was one of the best tutors this school has probably ever seen.

Akutagawa however never talked to anyone. Dazai had forced Akutagawa into a social situation before where he had to talk to a girl who had been fawning over Akutagawa for a while in order to get information. It went horribly wrong for two reasons. One, Akutagawa sucked at talking to strangers and two, Akutagawa wasn’t interested in this girl or in any girl for that matter. He didn’t know the first thing about flirting with a girl. He didn’t know the first thing about flirting with guys either so he was at a loss there.


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Tweedledee: Seriously Dazai, what do you want me to do?


SupremeOverlord: Just be as chill as possible. You know that new musical?


Tweedledee: You mean Be More Chill?


SupremeOverlord: Just pretend the Squip is talking to you and telling you what to say why are you so panicked anyways?


Tweedledee: I guess it’s mainly because I don’t know when he’s going to arrive. So im afraid I’ll be in the midst of this huge panic attack when he does.


SupremeOverlord: Hes going to be there shortly.


Tweedledee: How could you possibly know that?


There was a knock on the door.


SupremeOverlord: Because he just knocked obviously ;)


Tweedledee: I’m still unsure whether I should be creeped out when you do that or amazed.


SupremeOverlord: A little of both? Call him in.


Akutagawa took a deep breath and mumble the word to himself a couple times to try to keep his voice from cracking. “You can come in.” This was not going to be Nakajima’s best day.




This was not Atsushi’s best day. The Bungou Boarding School for Stray Dogs, Atsushi’s new school. There was only one problem, Atsushi wasn’t a stray dog. He had lived in the orphanage for as long as he could remember, and even back then the other kids hated him. He wasn’t sure why no one had ever given him an answer, he had always tried to smile and make others feel better. But for some reason, every kid had hated him. They had gotten Atsushi kicked out of so many schools that the orphanage president hadn’t had any other choice but to send him here.

Atsushi had researched this place as much as possible in hopes of survival. No one believed Atsushi was being framed so he didn’t have much hope of getting out of this school before the end of the year. Atsushi had learned a lot of things through that research. The principal's name was Mori Ougai, the vice principal was Fukuzawa Yukichi, Fitzgerald Francis was the office administrator, the nurse was Yosano Akiko, and the guidance counselor was Ozaki Kouyou.

There was a group of people who caused a lot of trouble. They called themselves “The Foutens” the leaders were referred to as Soukoku. That made Atsushi wonder what they did to earn the name “Double Black”. He couldn’t find any names or pictures of the members of the group. Apparently, they cause the most commotion in this school, but every time the principal tries to punish them he has no evidence.

Atsushi dragged his suitcase and backpack up several flights of steps and down a hallway until he reached the room 405. He hoped his roommate wasn’t as bad as most of the kids here were rumored to be or that he wasn’t one of the Foutens. Atsushi took a deep breath and willed himself to knock.

There was no response. Atsushi waited for a moment before lifting his hand to knock again.

“Come in,” A voice called. Atsushi jumped. He turned the handle and peeked through the door. It was a small room with only the necessities. There was a sickly pale boy sitting on the bottom bunk. He had short black hair with white tips and gray eyes. He was wearing the standard black school uniform, but there were several rips and tears in his pants, and there was a book in his lap.

“H-hello,” Atsushi stammered. The boy glared at him and Atsushi shifted between feet nervously. “I’m Nakajima Atsushi, but, um, you can just refer to me by my first name.”

The boy gave Atsushi a curt nod. “I’m Akutagawa, what made you get sent to this hell hole?”

“Um, I, um, I well,” Atsushi said. Atsushi paused and took a deep breath before relaying the story and what he was accused of.

Akutagawa’s eyes widened and he stared at Atsushi. He shook his head and Atsushi swallowed hard. “How on earth did you let someone frame you again, when this has happened before?” Atsushi tried to form a reply but couldn’t think of anything. “Never mind. You do realize that means being here is just a misunderstanding, right? You’re here by an error?”

Atsushi nodded. “But there’s nothing I can really do about it so when I go back for summer I may be able to get into a different school, hopefully.”

Akutagawa shook his head again. “You’re not going to last fifteen minutes here with your current attitude and without the right connections to keep you from changing from your current cinnamon roll self to a raging demon. And don’t say that won’t happen. The last guy I knew who said that became a freaking werewolf within the first month.” Atsushi wiped his palms on his pants and hoped it wasn’t visible to Akutagawa. “Not because of the rules here but because of all the ass holes.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Atsushi’s voice cracked.

Akutagawa snorted and waved his hand in the air dismissively. “Don’t worry about finding connections. I have a friend who was interested in meeting you when he read your story in the school files. If you want I can introduce you.”

“Um,” Atsushi glanced around the room for some way to not seem rude by not looking into his roommate's eyes. “That’s nice and all, but I have a thing where I don’t accept offers that are too good to be true.”

Akutagawa nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a great habit to have here, but I’m serious about you meeting him. And whether you want to or not he’ll find a way to meet you. It may just not be as pleasant as me bringing you to him. His common method has been to kidnap people and break a leg or two if necessary.”

Atsushi shrieked and took a step out of the door. Akutagawa laughed and shook his head. “At this point, there’s no use in running Atsushi. I’ll take you to meet my friend at around nine. That gives about an hour to unpack and mentally prepare yourself. He’s quite overbearing most of the time via IRL or chat room.”

What kind of person was his friend? Atsushi dragged his suitcase in. Akutagawa pointed Atsushi to the desk empty desk, dresser, and the top bunk. Atsushi thanked him and began to unpack. Akutagawa began to read and Atsushi was thankful for the quiet.

Why was Atsushi here? What had he done to be hurled into this horrible place before he even knew what was happening? A week ago he was approached by police and then suddenly he was being sent here with as little of an explanation as possible.

Around thirty minutes passed by and Atsushi had finished putting away his clothes and few belongings. He climbed up the latter to the top bunk.

“Oh, and Atsushi,” Akutagawa said. Atsushi leaned over the side of the bed to look at Akutagawa. “Welcome to Bungou Boarding School, AKA, hell.”

Atsushi smiled sheepishly and went back to huddling under his blankets. This friend sounded terrifying and Atsushi had had enough terrifying events for one day. He had sprinted to the bus stop in order to catch his bus to this school, he had sat by a stranger for nearly four hours, and he had met Akutagawa who had practically threatened Atsushi in order to get him to go meet this “friend”. If anyone else scared him that day he would probably collapse into a heap of nerves and energy.

Akutagawa popped up next to Atsushi and Atsushi screamed. Akutagawa jumped and started falling backward. He grabbed the front of Atsushi’s shirt and before Atsushi could register what was happening he was falling as well. They landed and both boys groaned in unison.

“I’m glad Dazai wasn’t here to see that,” Akutagawa muttered.

Atsushi’s eyebrows narrowed quizzically. “Who?”

“It doesn’t-” Akutagawa pushed Atsushi off of him, “-matter.”

Atsushi’s back collided with the ground and he was suddenly glad he hadn’t been the one to hit the ground when they fell. The floor was stone hard and uncomfortable to lay on.

Akutagawa lifted his legs and propelled himself onto his feet. Atsushi was impressed. Akutagawa didn’t seem to be very strong because of how sickly he looked but Atsushi wouldn’t have been able to jump to his feet the way Akutagawa had. Akutagawa reached his hand out and helped Atsushi to his feet.

“Sorry about that,” Akutagawa said as he quickly let go of Atsushi’s hand. Akutagawa’s cheeks turned slightly pink and his eyes quickly darted to the side. “I was just, um, going-going to tell you we should head towards whe-where my friend is b-because he’s in another building.”

Atsushi blinked. Was the guy who scared Atsushi half to death stammering because he felt awkward? Atsushi felt bad for not catching Akutagawa after making him fall, but did Akutagawa feel similar? If his roommate was like Atsushi this school might not be so terrible.

Akutagawa led Atsushi out of the room and out of the building. They walked by the school's plaza and into a neighboring building. Passed the service counter, Akutagawa dug out a card from his pocket and swiped it at a door into a hallway. Atsushi had a feeling Akutagawa wasn’t supposed to have the card in his possession.

They climbed several flights of steps and entered the door to the fifth floor. The wandered down the hallway and Akutagawa came to an abrupt halt in front of the door marked: 516. He reached out his arm and knocked. Atsushi swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Come on in, Ryuunosuke,” A cheery voice called. Akutagawa opened the door to reveal three boys and a girl. Atsushi scanned the room. It contained the same things as his and Akutagawa’s room did so why were there four people hanging out in one room? And why was there a girl in the boy dorm? That wasn't allowed, was it?

The girl rushed towards them and embraced Akutagawa. “It’s good to see you Ryuu~,” She said as she jumped up and down. This girl had black hair pulled into a messy ponytail, pale skin, and gray eyes.

“You too Gin,” Akutagawa deadpanned, “It’s not like I saw you only an hour ago or anything and it’s not like I was with you all summer break. Why would anybody ever think that?”

“Oh, shut up!” The girl Akutagawa had called Gin, punched him. She spun around to face Atsushi and held out her hand. “My name Akutagawa Gin, I’m this losers little sister. You’re Nakajima Atsushi, right?”

“Um, I, uh,” Atsushi stammered. “Yeah, uh, just-just Atsushi’s fine.” He shook her hand and everything inside of him made him want to curl into a ball and disappear.

Gin stared at Atsushi, then turned to Akutagawa, then looked back at Atsushi and repeated the motion multiple times. “You two are so alike.” She said with a gasp.

“Atsushi,” one of the boys called. Atsushi turned to him. He had short dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. He also seemed to be very tall for being around Atsushi’s age. “I’m Dazai Osamu, you can call me Dazai.” Why was that name so familiar? “I was wondering if you could tell us how you came to be at this school.”

“Um, s-sure,” Atsushi told all of the people in the room what he had told Akutagawa. He told them how he thought someone framed him and how this wasn’t the first time. He also told them about the decision to send him here.

Dazai nodded. He glanced around the room and everyone nodded. “Well, Atsushi we are our own little group of students in this school that you may have heard of. All of us are here despite not doing anything wrong. Chuuya-” He pointed at a boy with orange hair sitting next to him. “-goes to school here because his mother works here. Odasaku-” He pointed at the other boy sitting next to him with short red hair. “Is here because of a misunderstanding much like yourself. The Akutagawa siblings are here because their parents saw them as an embarrassment and wanted to remove them from their household. And I’m here because of a similar situation to Chuuya.

“Point being, all of us are here as an error. The name of our group literally means error, only in Dutch I think. I don’t know if it’s entirely accurate because we used google translate, but it’s close enough.”

Atsushi swallowed and glanced around the room. “What are you called exactly?”

Dazai’s smile didn’t fade as he said, “the Foutens.” Atsushi’s stomach dropped. “I’m guessing you’ve heard of us. I’m the leader, my second in command is Chuuya, and the other members are those around you.”

Atsushi scanned the room again. Why were there so few students? He imagined the most talked about group in this school to have more members than a mere five. Were there really just these few students who weren’t here by mistake? And how did these few students cause so many problems for the staff?

“You’re probably wondering how there are so few students that are here by mistake and how only five of us cause so much disturbance for the school,” Dazai said. Atsushi eyes widened and he stared in shock. Dazai snickered. “This school is meant to be a last resort school where the principal and staff get your child through middle school and high school. That’s why there are so few of us, all the other kids are meant to be here. They staff are a bunch of persistent teachers and idiots who somehow still think most of these people stand a chance. We aren’t even supposed to be here yet we’re the most liked students by the teachers, for the most part, the most disliked students by the rest of the staff, all except for Kouyou and occasionally Fukuzawa, and the most revered by the students. So Nakajima Atsushi, you’re like us and I will only make my offer once, will you join us?”

Atsushi’s jaw dropped. He stared blankly at Dazai for several long minutes. He wanted Atsushi to join? The awkward, shy, caring Atsushi, who didn’t want to ever say a single offensive thing? Atsushi who tried his hardest to constantly please everyone? Atsushi the one who in no way was suited to be part of this group yet they wanted him to join?

“Um I d-don’t really know, I mean this is, um, really sude-dden,” Atsushi stuttered as he shifted between feet nervously.

Dazai glanced from Atsushi to Akutagawa and back to Atsushi. “Well, you definitely remind me of someone I know.” Akutagawa’s eyes narrowed at Dazai. “Anyway, give it some thought. We have about a week until the opening ceremony. You’ll knead, make your decision before then, dough.”

“Please tell me you did not just start making bread puns?” Chuuya said disgustedly as he turned to face Dazai.

Dazai grinned from ear to ear as he said, “I don’t know what yeast mean?”

Chuuya groaned. “Sometimes I feel bad for the person who gave birth to you.”

“I wasn’t born, Chuuya,” Dazai said, “I was bread.”

“Please stop,” Chuuya said.

“Sorry, you’re finding my puns so stale.”

Chuuya kicked at Dazai, but he rolled out off the bed and onto his feet. “Go do some homework or something!” Chuuya yelled.

Dazai looked at Atsushi and said, “I guess I have to go back to my room. But don’t worry I’ll be toasty in a bread roll of baguettes.” A pillow hit his face and he stumbled backward.

“Leave, you idiot!” Chuuya yelled.

“I loaf you~” Dazai called as he ran out the door.

“I hate you and I never want to see your worthless face again!” Chuuya groaned. “I’m sorry you had to witness that Atsushi.”

Atsushi shrugged with a smile. Dazai had been really funny and he hadn’t bothered Atsushi.

“By the way,” Dazai said poking his head back through the door. Everyone jumped. “Were still doing movie night, right?”

“I thought I said to never show me your worthless face!” Chuuya yelled. “And, of course we're still doing movie night. I want to watch Luke Ryewalker kick some ass.”

“Oka-” Dazai stopped. A massive grin grew across his face and the lights seemed to dance off his eyes. Everyone around Atsushi turned and looked at Chuuya with surprised expressions. “Did you just-?”

“Make a pun? Come on Dazai I’m not an utter loser I can make a pun and crack a joke.” Chuuya said with an offended voice but he was smiling. “Now get going idiot.”

Dazai stuck out his tongue and ran down the hall. All of the eyes remained on Chuuya as he scanned the room.

“Me making a joke isn’t new,” He said finally.

“No, but it’s been forever since we’ve heard you playful side,” Odasaku said. “Ever since-” Chuuya’s elbow rammed into Odasaku’s chest. “Never mind.”

“Ever since what?” Gin asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chuuya said, “This meeting is dismissed. Akutagawa if you wouldn’t mind could you show Atsushi around the campus? Even though he didn’t officially join us I still don’t want to leave him completely helpless.”

Akutagawa nodded.

“I wanna go!” Gin yelled as her hand flew into the air. Akutagawa sighed but motioned both her and Atsushi towards the door. She squealed and followed the two boys through the door.

Atsushi looked back at the room as it slowly disappeared down the hall. He would have to decide soon whether he was going to join them or try to make it on his own. Everything inside of him wanted to be a part of them, the way they interacted was fun and Atsushi wanted to learn more about them. They were the first people who were willing to be friends with him and he didn’t want to turn them down. But he didn’t want to disappoint the president of the orphanage that had raised him by joining the one group of people he had been warned not to affiliate with.

For, now he decided he would focus on getting to know the campus while he had Gin and Akutagawa to show him around. He needed to take all of this one thing at a time otherwise he was going to overwhelm himself. Or as Dazai would have said, “he kneaded to.”