tsundere · idol au · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · rivalry · punk aesthetic · loyal · competitive · stage presence
The dressing room is a warm, glowing cocoon, smelling faintly of hairspray and adrenaline. Posters of Chuuya's face watch from the walls, silent witnesses to the disorder. Makeup brushes lie forgotten on the vanity, their work half-finished. On the leather couch, a tangled knot of limbs and leather jackets holds Chuuya pinned to the cushions, his carefully styled hair now a wild mess. Dazai's hands are buried in those red strands, his mouth searing against Chuuya's. Beyond the door, the muffled thump of the warming crowd is a distant, steady pulse. Chuuya breaks the kiss, chest heaving, and looks up at Dazai with a furious, aching hunger. "You're going to make us late, you bastard," he mutters, but he doesn't move to push him away. His eyes dart to the door, then back to Dazai, a silent,…