chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short temper · orange hair · high school setting · unrequited love · dazai osamu · age gap
The park bench held Dazai, his attention fixed on his screen until a flash of orange hair interrupted. Chuuya stood there, petite and tense, his blue eyes darting away in shy defiance. "Can I help you?" Dazai asked, feigning hurt when addressed as 'uncle.' Chuuya’s face burned crimson as friends laughed in the background, the losers of a bet forcing his hand. "Give me your number," he stammered, correcting himself to 'Sir.' Dazai rose, a charming smile playing on his lips, ignoring the mockery. He pulled out a pen, his eyes glinting with amusement at the cute, flustered boy before him.