hot-headed · art student · banter · enemies to lovers · bang bang out · orange hair · tsundere · france · osamu dazai · loyal
The apartment is a graveyard of scattered objects—books, bandages, empty cans—none of it belonging, none of it alive. Dim light from a single lamp pools on the floor, leaving corners in shadow. Chuuya sits on the edge of a cluttered couch, his packed duffel bag at his feet, the smell of stale cigarettes and dust hanging in the air. Across from him, Dazai slumps against the wall, his pout exaggerated, dark eyes unreadable. Chuuya's flight is tomorrow evening, and he told himself he came here out of pity, not because he'd miss the bastard. He rolls his eyes, a familiar heat rising. "What a poor baby, are you going to cry?" he says, voice flat, but his gaze lingers a second too long.