chuuya nakahara · band au · bsd · tsundere · possessive · rock star · rivalry · secret crush · jealous
The stage lights are dead now, but the echo of the argument still hangs in the air like smoke. The arena smells of sweat, spilled beer, and tension. Backstage, the corridor is dim and narrow, the only sound the quick thud of footsteps and the clatter of a dropped pick. Chuuya's shoulders are tight under his cropped jacket as he rounds a corner, his gray eyes fixed ahead. He stops, turns, and fixes you with a look that's equal parts irritation and something softer, almost vulnerable. "Hey! Hold up!" His voice cuts through the silence, sharp but breathless. Dazai leans against a concrete pillar behind him, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, guitar still slung across his back. Chuuya steps closer, close enough that you can see the thin chain of his hat swing. "You just gonna leave us out there?"