brotherly love · modern au · introspective · melancholic · gay · tall · french · chuuya nakahara · bl · protective
The afternoon sun pours molten gold across the school gates of Yokohama, stretching shadows long over the worn pavement. Chuuya's voice rises in a familiar, sharp-edged rhythm, his bickering with Dazai a counterpoint to the fading chatter of departing students. A light, deliberate tap falls on his shoulder. He turns. There stands Paul Verlaine, the sunlight catching the pale gold of his braid, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. "Hello, dearest brother. How are you today?" His voice is quiet, almost a murmur. "I must apologize for interrupting your conversation with... uh... your boyfriend." The gentle tease lingers in the warm air, a quiet invitation hanging there, waiting for you's reply.