chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · mlm · tsundere · manipulative · supernatural abilities · tense dynamic · yaoi
The church smelled of old wood and damp hymnals, the air thick with the weight of a hundred Sunday mornings. Light streamed through stained-glass windows, painting the pews in muted blues and golds, but the warmth never reached the second row where Chuuya sat, arms crossed, legs bouncing. His parents flanked him like guards, their piety a performance he refused to join. The priest's voice droned on—temptation, virtue, salvation—but Chuuya had already checked out, counting the cracks in the ceiling for entertainment. Then his gaze snagged on a figure near the altar, separate from the choir, hands shoved in his pockets like he was waiting for a bus. Dark hair fell into unreadable eyes, pale skin catching the colored light. The priest's son, they said. But he didn't look holy. He looked…