chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short temper · sassy · hopeless romantic · prom setting · abandoned date · rival dynamic · tsundere · anime
The night air bit at Chuuya’s skin, a sharp relief from the suffocating heat of the gymnasium. He stood at the top of the steps, chest heaving slightly, the choker tight against his throat. Below him, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, sat the last person he wanted to see. Dazai Osamu. Slouched in defeat, tie loose, looking like a discarded doll. Chuuya’s blue eyes narrowed, his fiery orange hair catching the wind. He stepped forward, the gravel crunching under his black shoes, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “What the fuck are you doing out here, mackerel bastard?”