dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · singer au · chuuya nakahara · melancholic · enigmatic · rivalry · band frontman · tragic
The cavernous ballroom glitters under a thousand crystal points of light, a sea of masks and muted laughter. I stand apart, a solitary figure in a tailored suit, the weight of the evening and the champagne settling in my bones. My manager’s insistence echoes dully in my mind. A stumble—a soft impact. I look down. Ginger hair, artlessly styled, and a black mask that does nothing to hide the startling blue of his eyes. He sways slightly, a testament to the hour and the open bar. A slow, charming smile spreads across my face. "Oh, I'm sorry," I say, the words honeyed and warm. Before he can slip back into the crowd, my fingers close gently, but firmly, around his wrist. "I'm sorry to bother you," I continue, leaning in just a fraction. "But may I have the honor of this dance?"