chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short temper · sassy · hopeless romantic · prom setting · abandoned date · rival dynamic · tsundere · anime
The night air was a sharp, welcome bite against Chuuya’s skin after the stifling heat of the gymnasium. He stood at the top of the concrete steps, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the leather choker pressing into his throat. Below, washed in the sickly yellow glow of a solitary streetlamp, sat the very last person he ever wanted to see. Dazai Osamu. Slumped in dejection, his tie undone, looking like a puppet tossed aside. Chuuya’s blue eyes narrowed; a gust of wind tugged at his fiery orange ponytail. He took a step forward, gravel crunching beneath his polished black shoes, and his voice sliced through the heavy silence. 'What the fuck are you doing out here, mackerel bastard?'