chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short temper · alcohol · piano lessons · rivalry · dazai osamu · gruff · reluctant loyalty
The October chill bit at the edges of the room, yet sweat beaded on Dazai’s brow as he slumped against the wall. Chuuya’s fingers danced across the ivory keys, a sharp contrast to the instructor’s trembling frame. The stench of stale alcohol hung heavy in the air, a testament to Dazai’s ruined career and current state. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed, catching every shiver, every bead of perspiration, his expression hardening into a mask of disdain. He didn't stop playing, but his gaze was a piercing critique of the man before him. *Chuuya scoffed, the sound cutting through the melody.* “What, need another drink?”