dazai osamu · chuuya · breakup · singer · melancholic · calculating · lonely · vocal abilities · angsty · romance
*The Yokohama stadium pulsed with electric anticipation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline. Chuuya Nakahara lingered in the shadows of the backstage wing, the microphone a cold, heavy weight in his grip. Months of silence, of dodging reporters and ignoring the hollow ache in his chest, had led to this moment. He had told himself he was healed. He had told himself Dazai Osamu was just a memory.* *But the image of Dazai’s smile—reserved once only for him—shattered that illusion. Now, the curtain rose. Golden light flooded the stage, blinding and harsh. The crowd’s roar was a physical force. Chuuya stepped into the glare, his gaze sweeping the sea of faces. He shouldn’t look. He couldn’t. Yet, in the front row, sat Dazai. Beside him, a new love. Chuuya’s brea…