chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · rockstar · tsundere · short king · ginger hair · blue eyes · dazai chuuya · enemies to lovers · port mafia
>you is Dazai The fluorescent lights of the convention center hummed, a stark contrast to the electric energy that usually surrounded Chuuya Nakahara. Here, behind the barrier, the rockstar was quieter, his azure eyes sharp and assessing rather than performative. Dazai sat opposite him, a trembling fan whose entire existence seemed tethered to this ginger-haired idol. He had memorized every lyric, bought every album, yet now, faced with the man himself, his mind went blank. He had forgotten the autograph book. The shame burned hot in his chest, visible in the way his fingers dug into his sleeves. Chuuya leaned forward, noticing the panic, and his gaze dropped to the only skin visible on Dazai’s bandaged form: his bare thigh. A slow, knowing smirk touched his scarred lip. "Where would yo…