#bsd highschool au

[chocsra]

✧ "MY KIND OF WOMAN"

☆ summary ↺: finding out that your crush, chuuya nakahara's type is the complete opposite of you, his close friend.

☆ content ↺: small oneshot, fluff, highschool au, other mentions of bsd chars (+gin, tachihara, hirotsu & dazai)

☆ song ↺: my kind of woman by mac demarco <3

☆ w/c ↺: 2k

sometimes, you felt unsure of yourself.

your parents and the people around you assured that there will be someone—no, plenty of people that would love you and your personality. you were rowdy, energetic and outspoken. very honestly yelling about cringe phrases in public. loved ones around you such as friends, would often shush you or swear you're going to be the death of them.

no—you weren't really weird, just humourous, mischevious and cheeky. yes, sometimes, it affected your love life. nonetheless, the people in your life always said there is someone out there who wants someone exactly like you. you are the ideal in someone's heart.

it made you wonder if others accepted their partner's flaws because they love them, or love your significant other for their flaws.

"man, i don't know."

your eyes roll at the guy beside you, sweating in his basketball uniform and adjusting his sports headband as you two sat at the foot of the bleachers. "very helpful, chuuya."

he was wearing red.

his uniform was red, his hair a colour of copper—but in sunlight he could be mistaken for ginger. and he had this look in his eyes, a look you can't but admire. it was full of passion, but he always suppressed his emotions. chuuya never expressed his emotions well.

and that's how chuuya nakahara was, a complete idiot. you were talked your ear off back then by him geeking out over a girl he likes but can't seem to express it well. though you get teased by him for keeping your head deep in the books when it comes to romance, you found yourself comforting him at 3am when he can't get his mind off another girl, who probably broke his heart.

that was the past when you were both new to highschool, of course he wanted a girlfriend. which was especially difficult since he was best friends with the basketcase of the school—dazai osamu. well, even he had girls liking him, which was surprising since he's not exactly friends with this thing called deodorant.

"well, why would you see flaws in somebody you love and think it's something to be changed?" the boy inquires, chugging his waterbottle. "when you don't love them, flaws shouldn't matter, and when you do love them, their flaws should be part of the reason you do."

cute, you thought.

"that's how it should be!" — you pause, waving your hands all over the place trying to express yourself, "but not everyone thinks like that, y'know?"

he chuckles, "well, unlucky for you, some people's flaws can be unbearable." you shoot a glare at your friend, "the hell is 'unlucky for you' supposed to mean?"

chuuya snickers, "nothing." he looks up at the gym's ceiling, eyebrows scrunching when he sees the numerous dodgeballs stuck up there. how did that get up there? he thinks for a second. you wrinkle your nose in distaste, "—asshole." he quickly averts his gaze from the ceiling, to your scrunched up face.

"hey!"

after settling down from trying to flick each other's foreheads for an extended period of time, you squish your cheek onto your palm. "since we were on the topic of relationships, what is your type in a girl?" you ask casually, the usual hustle and bustle of basketball boys and their friends watching screaming in the gym. "my type in a girl?.."

he thinks for a second, finger tapping on his chin.

"i like elegant girls, girls who are super classy." he smirks, closing his eyes with confidence in his answer.

your eyes widen a bit,

—you were nothing like any of those things.

"well, my type is tall guys." you quickly retort, the redhead almost pouts, before refraining it to a scoff.

"chuuya, we need you on the court, man!" a firm call back runs from one of his teammates, "oh shit," the redhead quickly gets up, setting his waterbottle.

"see ya later, idiot." his lips curve up in a slight smile, ruffling your hair gently before returning to court.

this day sucked already.

"i've been good today.. i burnt 15 ants instead of the usual 30."

chuuya felt is eye twitch, standing near the incinerator with his childhood friend, dazai osamu. "i really fuckin' wish we weren't neighbours."

he remembers back then when his mother would tell the boy to play with his neighbour, dazai. unfortunately, he managed to stick with him forever and ever.

the brunette ruffles his wavy brown hair, crouching down to fiddle with a few new ants. "so what's new, midget?" chuuya almost swears he throws his lit lighter onto the kid right there, before scoffing, "don't call me that, bastard." the bandaged student looks at him blankly, as if he knew the redhead was bothered.

chuuya sighs, "okay, well, [y/n]'s been kinda off lately, and she won't tell me why."

dazai sighs, letting go of the ant he's been holding. "what did you do this time? if a woman is acting off, it's 100% your fault." the ginger scoffs in response, "well, our last conversation was at the bleachers. she asked me what my type was and i responded with elegant and classy girls, and she hasn't been the same since. she even said after her type was tall guys!"

the brunette smirks again, snickering devilshly for a good hot minute. "what the hell? cut it out, man. you're scarin' me!" chuuya protests, before dazai asks him:"you told [y/n] that you like elegant girls, and you have a crush on her?"

the redhead pauses and thinks about that statement for a while, "yeah, what's wrong with that?" he tilts his head in confusion. "you're so inconsiderate, chuuya." dazai hums, "[y/n]'s the polar opposite of elegant and classy."

it suddenly hits chuuya like a brick — but he still rummages to work against that statement.

"dude, you're wrong! she's got a super classy smile, and really elegant hands. even the way she moves is elegant. and—" dazai shoves a bandaged hand in his face, "please, i don't wanna hear it."

"if you want her to actually like you back, tell her that she's your type, and whatever you just said right now." dazai gets up, patting the dirt off his ass. "or, be like me, and invite her to a double suicide date."

chuuya closes his eyes in disdain, "kill yourself." the teenager smirks, "you don't have to tell me twice, slug."

"you don't understaaannndddd!!" you whine, playing the flute despondently at band practice. the girl beside you purses her lips, before writing in her pocket notebook — it's just his type. and i think you're elegant in your own way.

you pout at reading that, before sluggishly getting up. "thanks, gin..." you thank, before another redhead flashily enters band practice. "sorry for being late, mr. hirotsu, somethin' came up." your band teacher nods, before tachihara, an outspoken second year, strides up to you and gin.

"what's up with her?" the boy asks, before sitting down and fiddling with his trumphet. gin writes down — [y/n] found out chuuya's type was the complete opposite of her. tachihara looks for a moment, before laughing: "pfft.."

gin, a super pretty but androgynous second year then tells him to shut up by smacking his shoulder, earning a yelp from tachihara. "eek! well, listen, that guy is total shit anyway.. besides his super cool motorcycle, and killer smile, and his super cool motorcycle.. damn, wish i could get somethin' like that."

"shut up, tachihara." you mumble, as he scoffs dramatically, adjusting the bandage on his nose. "shouldn't you just continue talking to him? him having a type doesn't mean he doesn't like you." the redhead reasons, before reading the sheet music. "yeah but, now i think of all the girls he used to like.. and i'm nothing like them." you frown, slumping again onto the desk.

"y'know what they say.. the past is past, like how i thought gin was a boy." tachihara shrugs, frowning when he sees the middle finger she shoots at him, "i'm telling your brother you did that to me." he quips, before gin clears her throat, her silky raven hair tied back in a ponytail. "he'll beat your sorry ass." she says in the girliest voice possible.

tachihara yelps before your band teacher, mr. hirotsu reprimands you three for slacking off, frowning as you guys apologize, tachihara whispers: "point is, just talk to him." the boy says, as gin nods. "—unless you told him that you liked tall guys after, that would send him into cardiac arrest." he concluded, you gulped in slight guilt.

gin whispered in a gentle tone, "did you actually?.." you don't respond and frown even more.

"damn, you suck." tachihara finishes, yelping as the teacher yells at him again. "sorry, sir!"

it was another day, well, end of the day.

most students already went home, but you decided to stay at school to study for a bit. unbeknownst to your knowledge, it was raining heavily, and luckily for you, you had no umbrella. you sigh, jamming your earbuds in before walking out of the roof you covered yourself in.

except, upon your first step outside, you still felt no rain.

then, you saw chuuya's umbrella covering you. "hm?" you turn to him, surprised. "hey, you shouldn't get sick before my game, idiot." he chuckles as you two walked in the rain, under the same umbrella. "no way!" you smile.

an awkward silence came over you two. "uhm, about the other day," the boy starts off as you immediately flush — of course he noticed that you were upset. "hey! it's nothing serious, i—" chuuya shushes you by successfully flicking your head. you yelp, "ow.." rubbing your forehead. the boy swallows thickly, "i wanted to correct myself, actually."

raindrops. they moved at a steady pace, falling onto his black umbrella above you two, onto the pavement, and onto the cars passing by. you looked over at chuuya, who never followed dress-code, who had his button-up and tie neatly ironed. he strangely followed the dress-code perfectly today. "elegant and classy's not my type, actually."

you pause, thinking for a second. "then what is?"

"good question, actually." chuuya quips, adjusting his tie. he was completely confident when speaking, but you couldn't help but stare at the nervous quivering of his slender hands. "y'know that question you asked about flaws? it made me think that somewhere out there, every person is who someone has been exactly looking for. everyone in the world is someone's ideal type." he explained, inhaling sharply.

"—and i, uh," chuuya's words strained his throat, his cheeks are blazing and he has an odd coordination when walking. "you're my— ugh,"

cute, you thought, before internally slapping yourself.

"you're my kind of, mm, seriously?" the redhead stutters, rubbing two fingers against his temple, exhaling sharply. "you're my kind of girl, and—"

you felt a raindrop hit your cheek, it was cold and quick. but this feeling, it was slow and cherishing. warm, like a sunny day in a field of flowers, or another resting day of keeping your head in the books. after moping around for days, maybe tachihara was right. the whole ordeal was stupid, just like chuuya.

"—i like you too." you cut him off.

chuuya almost drops his umbrella in shock, as an abundance of rain water splashes onto you two. "shit!" he curses, feeling shitty for ruining the moment, but you laugh, extending out your hand to his, smiling brightly.

his lips curve into a smile, "okay, maybe this isn't that bad." chuuya quips, intertwining your fingers into his, before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot on your forehead he flicked earlier.

today, it felt like running through a field of flowers on a sunny day, even though it was raining and you got sick the next day. but it only felt that way because you had him next to you the entire time.

—in truth, he was your type too, and no, tall men were never your type.

✧ chocsra™

[evermorethecrow]

a sheep who attacks unprovoked

its very form twisted

held in a cage with teeth

born to be consumed

[a-random-weeb]

Can I request delinquent!chuuya in a school au where he has a crush on you but hes a tsundere so he’ll still be aggressive with you but he’ll tone it down a bit and everyone is like “bro wtf??”

Absolutely!

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•Chuuya was a little mad at himself for liking you

•How did he develop a crush on you?!

•Everyone knows about his crush, even the teachers, after all, he's 10× nicer to you than anyone else

•Everyone teases him about it after awhile

•Byt at first everyone is confused

"Chuuya has a crush?"

"Yeah, it's so obvious by the way he blushes!"

"... wtf, isn't he one of the angriest delinquents ever?"

...

"I hope this ends well..."

•He yells at almost everyone, very defensive over himself

•some people prove the theory by insulting you while he's around, and him defending you, he's never defended anyone else

•He doesn't yell at you as much, but he still acts angry

•The blush on his face is so cute!

•If you tell him to stop skipping classes, he'll go to all his classes, even the ones you don't have together

•Even the teachers are confused

•People begin to think he's under some kind of spell

•Which he is, the spell of love✨

•Bonus points if you help him study

•He'd be so flustered!

•If you feel the same away about him, he'll be overjoyed!

•When you two start dating, the whole school thinks there in simulation or this is a prank

•Some people ship you, others think your to good for such a delinquent

•He gets weird stares in the hallways

•He definitely kisses you infront of other kids to show off

𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ*.+𓍢ִ໋

[gettinshiggywithit]

「ʜᴏᴍᴇ」

Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.

Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)

Genre:- comfort?

Type:- oneshot

A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲

“Help”

Was all he got

11.52

Eight minutes to midnight.

And he gets this?

A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.

He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?

He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.

Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.

Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.

He could see you from his place on the balcony.

you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.

You didnt hear him.

So he shoots you a text,

surely you’ll see it?

A simple

“Im here”

Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.

But most importantly,he made you feel safe.

at home.

Something even your own house failed to do.

He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.

As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.

Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.

And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.

When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.

He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.

He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.

For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.

He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.

And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”

You sighed heavily at that.

“I wanna go home…”

This statement took him by surprise!

But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?

If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.

He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.

“But how-“

“You”

“Oh”

You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.

He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.

“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“

He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.

“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”

You sniffed at that.

“Promise?” “Please?”

And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.

“Thank you….”

You said as you brought your head back to his chest.

“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”

“No….not right now….please ?”

“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”

“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”

“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”

“Thank you…”

“Always”

And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.

He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.

Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.

When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.

(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen @kemis-world

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[lalaooopsie]

Silly attempt at BSD highschool band au thingy >_<

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Chuuya, ranpo, and yosano ! Kunikida is manager and does piano for songs that require it + dazai will join later random ik idc :D

[wonder-and-wildflowers]

Alternate Universe HS Chuuya calling Dazai "Osamu" when they were young being so important to Dazai that he wrote it down and put it in a time capsule

....is not the craziest soukoku info thats ever dropped into my lap

but it blindsighted me nonetheless.

[konstya]

chuuya but it’s my modern highschool au 😈😈😈

he has so many piercings when he walks through a metal detector it starts playing despacito!

drew this on a 7 hour long car ride lol but I LOVE IT

he got that bandaid on his face from Q. no questions asked.

[rait-h]

*knocks on your door*

[muffled voice] genderbent ranpoe highschool au.

[esmiara]

The cute highschool boys with romantic feelings issues~

[darling--angst]

Just imagine: Highschool au

Confessing to him as he sat in front of you, your voice full of nonchalance as the topic of crushes came on board. The others make a fuss over it while you try to play off cool despite burning up inside, nervous at what he'll say. While he didn't say anything, pretending as if he never heard anything to begin with; leaving you confused: did you get rejected or what? But you could never really ask him for a response towards the confession since it would only look like you were desperate to know, leaving your friendship in more awkward terms than now. So you buried your feelings, treasuring the casual and comfortable distance that he offered. Unbeknownst to you was the fact that he bothered everyone he saw when your seat was empty. Asking each and every one of your friends, annoying them, bothering them, asking about you and even stalking your accounts on social media, grumbling to himself "I wonder if she went traveling again or if she's actually sick.." Not to mention, he knows every single time when you go absent, always taking a mental note on it. He's obvious to the point that your friends are telling you to make the move after telling you everything that you missed during the day, yet you dismiss it as him just being a "caring friend". He's far too obvious and you're too oblivious, an agreement almost everyone in the class agreed on, just how long will it take the two of you to make the reciprocating move after you confessed? Or is it just going to stay that way, with you thinking that you're stuck in the friend zone while he's avoiding his feelings, dismissing it as nothing special.

DAZAI, NIKOLAI, aventurine, childe, kaeya, idk who else to put, + your faves

[laebaela]

Dazai was born to be a magical girl and Chuuya was born to be in a battle of the bands manga. Preferably both are in the same manga and Chuuya is also a magical girl, and Dazai is also participating in the battle of the bands but on the rival team. Yes they’re both in Highschool, are you insane?

[dxwnstxr]

Giving into Temptations

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Fyodor x y/n (Shy reader)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Nsfw, teasing, grinding, making out, neck biting.

A/N: Requests are open!!!

You had your music playing in your ears as you rested your head against a bookshelf. You were hiding in the back corner of the school library. The sunlight shown perfectly in your face. You drowned yourself in music, letting the beat fill your eardrums.

The door to the library opened quickly, letting in a black haired man. He shut the doors and tried to find a place to hide. He looked around the room until coming upon a hiden corner. No one could see the corner unless you looked for it. Fyodor's eyes widened upon seeing a girl sleeping in said corner.

He walked to the girl and bent down to her level. He took in her detail. The shadow of her lashes and her pink lips. A piece of hair fell infront of you lovely face. Fyodor brought his hand up and moved the piece out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

He rested his hand on your cheek and brought his thumb to your lips. He guided his thumb over your bottom lip and your mouth parted. Your eyes fluttered open. You lifted your head up a little, coming back into reality. You noticed a man infront of you and your eyes trailed up his body. After noticing who i was a blush spreaded across your cheeks.

He smiled at you wish just worsened your blush as you scooted back. Though you couldn't go very far.

"So this is where you've been hiding" He spoke, getting closer to you.

"W-what are you talking about?" You replied.

"I always see you running off somewhere, yet i can never find you"

"You know me?"

"Should i not?" Fyodor asked, almost close to you again.

"I-i don't know" you stuttered out, looking away as you felt his body heat close to you.

"Look at me" He demanded and took your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. "Do you like me?"

"W-what! N-no!" You replied, embarrassed. You tilted your head down and looked up at him. You felt his body tense at your movement.

"You know, you shouldn't lie myshka" He spoke quietly.

He brought his head down to yours and leaned in. He stopped, his lips faintly touching yours. You both could fell eachothers breaths on your lips. Fyodor seemed to be trying to calm himself only to give into you, closing the little gap. His lips met your harshly and you sucked in a breath.

His lips molded against yours. Your arms went around his neck and one of his hand got tangled into your hair. Fyodor liften you up and put you ontop of him. You were leaned over him, sitting on his lower half. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders and Fyodor's other hand rested on your waist.

He licked your bottom lip and you let him inside. His tongue swirling around yours. Drool ran down the side of your mouth. You both pulled back due to lack of air. Fyodor and you breathing heavily. You gave into your lust and leaned back in. Making Fyodor groan.

Your hips started to move by instinct and Fyodor's grip on your hips got tighter. He pulled back and rested his back to the bookshelf. You leaned your upper torso up, continuing your pace. Fyodor tried to catch his breath. Your hand ran down his chest, stopping at his stomach. Both of Fyodor's hands now rested at you waist.

You felt a bulge under your core and whimpered, picking up your pace. Fyodor let out a breath of pleasure and brought one of his hand to your mouth. He ran hip thumb over your bottom lip and then forced your mouth open. Your tongue stuck out a little as Fyodor pushed his thumb down on it.

He smirked at the sight of you. You rocking your hips on his cock, eyes full of lust, swollen pink lips, the way your hair drapped over your body, your messed up shirt, and the way you looked with his thumb in your mouth. You felt his cock harden and you leaned down to his neck. He removed his hand from your mouth and placed it back on your hip.

Your breath was hot against his neck. Fyodor moved your lower torso faster and he bucked his hips into your heat. You let out a moan and bit down onto his neck. Trying to cover your moans. You sucked hard, leaving red marks. After finding his one sensitive spot you licked it. Fyodor whimpered and you started to work on that spot.

He bucked his hips again and you let out a muffled moan.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet, okay myshka~?"

[evermorethecrow]

average highschool boy (with an expiration date)

[ashiiiart]

What if I made a JHS bsd AU?

At first I had an idea to create an age/phase 15 version of fyolai but my mind went to "what if most bsd characters grew up to be normal teens?" and "what if i place them in a junior highschool-"

Most of them will be 12-15 yrs old and I could imagine the dramatic shit that will occur

anddd I'm also currently in junior high so yeh

[tinyperson00]

They have contaminated my mind once again

head empty. Only 15 skk in highschool au :3

don't mind the blue spats on the paper.. it got in the crossfire of one of my other painting ;-;

Tagging: @kimetsu-chan @saffron0v0 @zenitsustherapist @exymybeloved @a-stray-wretched-dog