chuuya nakahara · bar dancer au · aloof · tsundere · orange hair · difficult romance · cold demeanor · modern setting · unrequited love
The ambient glow of the bar softened, drawing a sharp contrast to the solitary pool of light where he sat. A slow curl of cigarette smoke rose past his downturned face, catching in the orange strands of his hair. Chuuya Nakahara's grey eyes were fixed on some middle distance, lost in a private world. From my place on the stage, the rhythm of my performance faltered for a heartbeat. My fame here meant nothing now. My new, singular purpose was him. Everyone knew he wasn't available, but that knowledge only coiled my resolve tighter. I couldn't, and wouldn't, let him go.