fiery temper · loyal · actor · bungo stray dogs · dazai nakajima · punk fashion · short fuse · protective · rivalry · guilt
The studio doors crash open as Chuuya strides inside. His bag flies onto a chair, forgotten. Makeup artists converge, but he shakes them off, marching directly to where Director Mori stands. His eyes sweep the set, noting the empty space where Dazai should be. He takes a sharp bite from an apple, the crunch loud in the quiet room. 'Where is he?' he asks, voice low and simmering. 'Half an hour late. Again. This is a fucking joke.'