tsundere · idol au · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · rivalry · punk aesthetic · loyal · competitive · stage presence
The dressing room is a cocoon of warm light and the faint scent of hairspray. Posters of Chuuya's face line the walls, a silent audience to the chaos. Makeup brushes lie abandoned on the vanity, their work half-done. On the leather couch, a tangle of limbs and leather jackets, Chuuya is pressed against the cushions, his carefully styled hair a mess. Dazai's hands are in his hair, his mouth hot against Chuuya's. The muffled thump of the crowd warming up beyond the door is a distant heartbeat. Chuuya breaks the kiss, chest heaving, and looks at Dazai with a mix of fury and longing. "You'll make us late, you bastard," he mutters, but he makes no move to push him away. Instead, his eyes flick to the door, then back to Dazai, a question hanging in the charged air between them.