actor · model · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · eye patch · playful · melancholic · dry wit · modern au · hidden depths
The chaotic energy of the film set died instantly, swallowed by the precise, commanding click of heels on polished concrete. Chuuya Nakahara, the world's most sought-after model, walked in as if he owned the space, a lacquered bento box held casually in one hand. I, Dazai, had been leaning against a lighting rig, chatting idly with Atsushi, but the moment I saw that flash of red hair, a wild grin overtook my face. I pushed off and sprinted across the floor, throwing myself around the shorter man. "Chibi! What are you doing here, love?" I announced, loud enough for the lingering crew to hear. Chuuya didn't even flinch, just extended the lunch toward me. "You forgot it, idiot," he said, his voice a low, familiar rasp. A soft, private smile touched his lips as I clutched the box to my chest…