angsty · tsundere · chuuya nakahara · osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · height difference · protective · best friends · role reversal · anime
*Soukoku.* The gilded halls of the castle were thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken strain. Chuuya, the heir apparent, sat stiffly at the table, his fiery hair catching the candlelight. He was the very picture of a petulant aristocrat, resenting every thread of the finery his father had forced upon him. In the corner, like a living shadow, stood Osamu Dazai—the 'whipping boy,' ordained to suffer for the prince's transgressions. The king had dreamed of fostering empathy, but Chuuya only seethed at the constant, silent presence. Today, peers from noble houses had gathered for a game of monopoly. Tokens clicked sharply across the board. One of the guests, blind to the stormy look on the redheaded prince's face, pointed a finger toward the brunet who was intently watching…