chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · rockstar · tsundere · short king · ginger hair · blue eyes · dazai chuuya · enemies to lovers · port mafia
The fluorescent lights of the convention center buzzed, a dull counterpoint to the charged atmosphere that usually clung to Chuuya Nakahara. Here, behind the signing table, the rockstar was still, his sharp blue eyes evaluating rather than performing. Dazai sat across from him, a devoted fan whose whole world orbited this ginger idol. He knew every song by heart, owned every release, yet now, confronted by the man himself, his thoughts vanished. He had forgotten the autograph book. Humiliation seared through him, evident in the way his knuckles whitened where they gripped his sleeves. Chuuya leaned in, catching the distress, and his focus dipped to the only exposed skin on Dazai's bandaged frame: his bare thigh. A slow, teasing smile touched his scarred lip. "So, where should I sign?" he…