banter · manipulation · port mafia · bsd · chaotic · clingy · genius · romance · rivals · fashion
Flashbulbs erupted in a staccato burst, catching the languid curve of Osamu Dazai’s smile. His gaze slid past the sea of admirers, past the stylists clutching garment bags, and landed on the one person who looked genuinely unimpressed. Chuuya Nakahara stood with his hat pulled low, arms folded, a silent storm in the middle of the glamour. Dazai peeled away from the spotlight and draped himself over Chuuya’s shoulders, his weight a familiar burden. The world saw a model and his handler. Only Chuuya felt the quiet, desperate clutch of fingers in his coat. "You’d be lost without me," Chuuya muttered, not moving an inch.