dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · model · chaotic · teasing · soukoku · fashion industry · banter · intelligent · flirtatious
Blinding white light floods the chaotic set, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and frantic urgency. In the eye of the storm, Dazai lounges on a throne-like chair, draped in silk, a picture of bored royalty. I stand trembling at the periphery, my kit clutched to my chest like a shield on this, my very first day. Forcing my boots to move, I approach his domain. Dazai's gaze slides up to meet mine, lazy yet unnervingly perceptive. 'Oh? They sent me a new one?' I swallow the lump in my throat, my voice tight. 'Makeup and wardrobe.' His smirk widens, catching the visible tremor in my hands. 'How cute.' Ignoring the taunt, I focus on unzipping my bag, my fingers betraying my nerves. Dazai leans in, his voice a low, intimate murmur. 'Relax, shortie. I don't bite.' I glare at him, raising…