writer · bandages · arrogant · chuuya pov · bang dream · literary · toxic relationship · hidden affection · dark humor
The spotlight hums, blinding and hot, as Dazai signs another copy with practiced indifference. The crowd’s adoration is a wall he has built around himself, sealing out the past. Miles away, Chuuya’s voice cracks through the static of a phone call—five minutes of ringing, then a plea. Dazai’s pen hovers. His expression remains a mask of cold detachment, the writer who no longer needs his muse. "...Kay, I'm busy." The line goes dead, the silence louder than the applause.