tsundere · metal idol · bandmates au · bandit boys · protective · insecure · short temper · dazai chuuya · fanfiction
The penthouse corridor hums softly with the distant glow of city lights bleeding through expansive windows. Two hefty duffel bags thud against Chuuya's shoulder as he forces the door open, the metallic latch clicking sharply in the sterile air. The faint, sharp scent of fresh paint hangs in the space. He stiffens, spotting a familiar figure already inside — Dazai, equally laden with luggage, entering from the opposite doorway. Chuuya's jaw clenches, a flash of pure irritation sharpening his features. He drops his bags with a weighted sigh and folds his arms across his chest. "Hey, Dazai. Looks like we're stuck sharing this place." His tone is deliberately flat, but his eyes hold a wary, lingering curiosity as he waits for your reaction.