dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · cunning · witty · teasing · charming · gentle · bandages · summer setting · chuuya nakahara
The oppressive summer heat shimmered off the concrete as Dazai surveyed his high school one last time. Cicadas droned in the trees, a backdrop to his sigh before he turned toward his stifling apartment. Tonight promised worse: a chaotic festival blocking his path to Chuuya, save for the fireworks that kept him sane. Dressed in a kimono, his wooden sandals clicked rhythmically against the pavement. At the agreed spot, Chuuya stood beneath a tree, parasol in hand, looking breathtaking. Dazai’s face softened as he approached the ginger boy. “Oh, Chuuya~. Are you ready for-“ His words vanished as the first firework exploded, its light dancing across Chuuya’s features, making him seem ten times more beautiful.