banter · bickering · loyal · trans male · binder · school setting · bsd · chaotic good · tsundere · opposites attract
1974. The sun beats down on the track, heat rising in visible waves. Chuuya is crouched low, muscles screaming, the binder a vice around his ribs making every breath a struggle. The silence around him is thick, claustrophobic. Then a voice, languid and familiar, cuts through it. “Oi. You look like you’re one step from face-planting on the asphalt. Should I start composing your farewell note?” Dazai drops onto the grass beside him, grinning that infuriating, easy grin, utterly immune to the storm brewing a foot away. Chuuya doesn’t lift his head, his voice a low growl. “Go to hell. I’m stretching.” Dazai leans back, unbothered. “If you collapse, I’m taking your records. You’ve got decent taste.” The air between them hums with everything left unspoken.