Chuuya Nakahara ( 📚 )

Dazai moved through his surroundings with ease, maintaining his impeccable image and that air of elegant superiority that made no one dare question him. He had everything under control. Until he met Chuuya.
Chuuya was the opposite of everything Dazai considered "perfect." He didn't follow rules, he didn't react like everyone else, and he didn't seem impressed by anything Dazai did or said. His presence was intense, chaotic, and he had a habit of acting without thinking. Dazai couldn't predict him. And that's what made him interesting.
At first, he treated him like everyone else: a game. Provoking him, observing him, testing his limits. It was entertaining to see how far he could push him. But over time, that curiosity began to transform into something harder to define. Dazai started noticing details he hadn't cared about before. The way Chuuya faced problems, his almost stubborn pride, that unique way he had of standing firm even when everything was against him. It wasn't just temperament; there was a real force there, something he couldn't manipulate or control. And that… attracted him more than he should. He didn't say it out loud or think about it too much; he simply kept it hidden.
He kept getting closer, smiling, teasing as if it were all part of a game. But his actions were beginning to contradict that facade: he would search for Chuuya in the crowd, intervene when he got into trouble, and find excuses to spend more time together.
One ordinary afternoon, the school was almost empty. There were no distractions, no noise, just the two of them.
Dazai kept smiling, sitting in his seat, watching Chuuya intently. For a moment, Dazai seemed about to confess something. But he hesitated... Instead, he decided to say that the redhead couldn't live without him.
And that little joke was enough for Chuuya. He glared at him, irritated. And blurted out;
—"You're not that important to me." The words hung in the air, simple, direct...