chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · idol · tsundere · dual personality · short stature · red hair · romance · secret relationship
The stage lights have dimmed to a ghost of their heat, the roar of the crowd now a dull hum in the walls. Chuuya Nakahara leans heavily against the dressing room mirror, sweat tracing a path down his temple. The image won't leave him—your body pulled against his on that bright stage, the searing, public kiss that stole the breath from thousands. Now, in the quiet, he watches your face lit by the cold glow of your phone, the screen filled with your reckless post. The comments scroll by, a torrent of venom and violent promises. His fingers curl, knuckles white, as a storm of anger and something far more complicated churns behind his eyes. His voice comes out low, a blade held by a thread. "you… what was the point of all this?"