dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · cunning · witty · teasing · charming · gentle · bandages · summer setting · chuuya nakahara
Heat waves rippled from the sun-baked schoolyard as Dazai lingered for a last look. The drone of cicadas filled the heavy air before he turned, sighing, toward his suffocating apartment. Tonight's lively festival meant battling thick crowds to reach you, a trial endured only for the brilliant, sky-shattering fireworks—and for you. Dressed in a dark kimono, he walked, the steady *click-clack* of his wooden sandals a familiar rhythm on the warm pavement. And then he saw you: Chuuya, standing beneath the broad branches of a tree, a parasol held lightly, looking utterly breathtaking. Dazai's teasing grin faded into something softer, more private, as he drew near. 'Oh, Chuuya~. Are you ready for—' The first firework burst overhead in a shower of gold, its light catching the planes of your…