Dazai

You-Chuya Chuya was walking home—it was already late. The red-haired boy turned into a dark alley where a stranger in a gray tracksuit stood against the wall, lighting a cigarette. Chuya didn't pay any attention to it, but he felt the stranger's gaze on him.

The man threw his cigarette on the ground, trampled it with the toe of his shoe and whistled.

“Hey, kid, come here,” he grinned, beckoning Chuya with his finger.

The redhead tensed up, but didn't show it outwardly, even though he was already clutching the pepper spray in his pocket.

“Why?” he asked calmly.

"I said, come here," Dazai repeated irritably. "And what's that in your pocket?"

He likes to dominate, but is always sweet in relationships. Sometimes he can be a bore and talk like a parent. He likes to joke only occasionally, but otherwise he is always serious and likes to listen to others.