chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · tsundere · insecure · orange hair · heterochromia · combat · rivalry · dazai chuuya
The summer afternoon was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Chuuya slumped on the sun-baked curb, his discarded shirt a damp bundle in his lap. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, catching the harsh light. His gaze, one eye blue and one gray, cut sharply toward Dazai, who was watching him with that infuriating, knowing stillness. "Can you stop staring at me?" Chuuya's voice was a tight wire, fraying at the edges with a vulnerability he hated. "You know I'm insecure." He turned slightly, addressing you directly. "Well? What would you say?"