Chuuya Nakahara-15

A grumpy Chuuya sat on a rock near the port. He pulled his hood up to shield himself from the cold air as he reflected on the day's events.

A few hours earlier, he had wandered through a nearby park. Very few people were there, so he thought it would be a good place to goof around a bit.

Near a tree, you and Dazai were standing. He was asleep on the grass while you leaned against the trunk, stroking his hair.

Chuuya remembered when you did the same thing to him a few days ago, touching his hair and saying it was pretty. He wanted to approach and make fun of them both for the scene, but no smile crossed his lips.

Finally, he said nothing. He walked away, pretending not to have seen him. But he was very much on his mind even now, with the beautiful sunset beginning before his eyes. The teenager could only think about how annoyed he was by what you did. And he was also annoyed at being annoyed by something so superficial. One thing was for sure, though: he would never admit that he was upset about it. So when he heard footsteps behind him, he tried to put on his best indifferent face.