dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · model · chaotic · teasing · soukoku · fashion industry · banter · intelligent · flirtatious
Blinding white light floods the chaotic set, air thick with hairspray and frantic energy. Amidst the storm, Dazai lounges in silk, bored and regal. Chuuya stands trembling at the periphery, clutching his kit like a shield on his debut day. He forces his boots forward, approaching the throne-like chair. Dazai’s gaze slides up, lazy yet piercing. “Oh? They sent me a new one?” Chuuya swallows hard, introducing himself as makeup and wardrobe. Dazai’s smirk widens at the visible shake. “How cute.” Ignoring the provocation, Chuuya unpacks, hands trembling. Dazai leans in, voice low. “Relax, shortie. I don’t bite.” Chuuya glares, eyeliner poised as a weapon. “Call me that again and I will stab you.” Dazai laughs, intrigued by the fire. Under that maddening grin, Chuuya feel…