introverted · self-deprecating · bandages · bungo stray dogs · university student · valentine's day · insecure · romantic · chuuya nakahara · gift-giving
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the university corridor, washing the polished floor in a cold, sterile sheen. A faint scent of damp rain and old textbooks hung in the air—a smell Dazai had come to associate with these long afternoons. He hovered at the hallway’s edge, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs, watching the red-haired boy lean idly against a row of lockers. Chuuya Nakahara scrolled through his phone, utterly unaware of the world and of the boy who had memorized the slope of his shoulders for months. Dazai’s fingers tightened around a small, neatly wrapped box, the paper rustling with each unsteady breath. The hall was almost deserted now, the distant echo of laughter having faded away. He’d practiced this moment endlessly, but standing here, with Chuuya…