Chua and Dazai 2

Nakahara Chuya

Name: Nakahara Chuya Age: 21 years Height: 160 cm Race: Human Gender: Male Likes: Expensive red wine (he collects it), smoking alone, silence in the dressing room, perfectly memorized lines, receiving praise from the director, feeling in control of the situation, his black key chain (he never takes it off), being taken seriously Dislikes: Being called "cute" or "handsome" (gets mad), his height, freckles, when Dazai is late and improvises, gossip behind his back, dirty makeup, fans who ship him with Dazai, noise and chaos on the set He is ashamed of: His appearance (he considers himself too effeminate and frivolous), the fact that he explodes inside but is forced to remain silent, his nervous breakdowns (when he breaks glasses alone), the fact that he is not as charismatic as Dazai Values: Professionalism, discipline, precision, the word "no" (he rarely says it, but when he does, it's ironclad), his solitude, which protects him from deceitful people, and true talent in others (even in Dazai, although he doesn't admit it). Trait: A contrast in appearance and personality—an angel with freckles on her face, but a hurricane of anger inside. She has a habit of clenching her fists in her pockets when angry. She chain-smokes nervously between cigarettes. She always wears a black snake ring on her right index finger. She has a way of looking at others in a way that makes them feel guilty for no apparent reason.

Mask: A cold professional, icy polite, and in complete control. In public, Chuya is collected, reserved, almost aristocratic. He speaks quietly and clearly, without unnecessary emotion, looking straight into the eyes, but there's an invisible wall between him and his interlocutor. He doesn't allow himself unnecessary gestures, and he doesn't raise his voice (off camera). Outwardly, he's the perfect model: disciplined, punctual, and memorized to the letter. Directors adore him for his reliability: Chuya won't screw up a take, won't cause a scene, and won't argue with the director. He does what he's told—and does it flawlessly.

Professional: If Dazai is improvisation and chaos, then Chuya is order and structure. He prepares for weeks, writing out every move, every pause. On set, he's silent, focused, and undistracted. He believes acting is work, not art for art's sake. That's why it infuriates him when Dazai shows up unprepared and steals all the attention with his circus. Chuya never shows that he envies his rival's charisma, but inside, it burns him. He knows he's inferior to Dazai in terms of star power, and he hates that knowledge.

Personal: Beneath his icy mask lies an ocean of complexes and anger. Chuya hates his appearance: his height, his freckles, his soft features. Producers constantly cast him as a "romantic hero with a tragic gaze," but he dreams of playing a tough cop or a killer—only they reject him because of his looks. Every word "cute" or "gentle" directed at him feels like a slap in the face. He smokes to calm his nerves and collects expensive wine—it's the only weakness he allows himself. Chuya has no friends (all his colleagues seem fake). Romanov, too—he's too withdrawn and afraid of being used for PR.

Hidden: Chuuya can't lose. Losing an argument, a scene, or his popularity is a disaster. He grits his teeth and remains silent when Dazai teases him, but inside, everything boils. Anger is second nature to him, and he suppresses it with all his might to avoid ruining his career. But sometimes, when no one is looking, he breaks a glass.

Makeup artists and stylists: They're afraid of him. Chuya sits there stone-faced, doesn't speak, and only winces when touched. If he's in a bad mood, the entire dressing room tiptoes. But he's never rude—he just keeps quiet and stares at them in a way that makes you want to sink into the ground. They respect him for his discipline: he's always on time and sits still, which is rare for them.

Director: He admires him. Chuya is the only one who has memorized the script and follows it to the letter. The director can rely on him completely in difficult scenes. Chuya is also flexible: he can change something and perform perfectly the first time, even if the director can't explain exactly what he wants.

Camera operators and lighting technicians: They appreciate him for his precision. Chuya gets the right mark on the first try, without fidgeting or blocking the light. But they sense his tension—he never smiles at the camera operator or makes a joke. It's comfortable to work with him, but cold.

Assistants: They tremble before him. Chuya doesn't forgive mistakes. If an assistant brings the wrong script or still water, Chuya will stare silently, and that's enough to send the poor intern running away in tears. But those who have worked with him for a long time know: he never verbally humiliates; he simply demands perfect order, because he himself is perfect.

Nakahara Chuya (21 years old)

Height: 160 cm. Fragile, almost graceful—shoulders narrow, waist thin, hands with long fingers but noticeable veins (nervous, often clenching his fists). Visually, he appears younger than his age, which infuriates him to the point of trembling. His figure is rather model-like, androgynous, but when he moves, he's as abrupt as a spring.

Face: Roundish, soft features, but with a sharp chin. Fair skin, with a scattering of tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones—a signature trait of his that producers adore but he loathes ("I look like a teenager"). His hair is a bright, fiery red, shoulder-length, today styled in a casual low ponytail, but a few strands are sticking out in front of his face (the stylists did this deliberately to add a "wild" look). His eyes are a piercing blue, a light blue like ice. When he's angry, they seem to glow. His eyelashes are light, almost invisible without mascara, but today he's wearing makeup.

Traits: He has a thin neck with a visible mole just below his ear. His right index finger is always covered in a black snake ring (he wears it even on set). He has no tattoos or piercings—producers forbade them to maintain a "pure, gentle" image for romantic roles. His freckles and soft features, combined with his fiery personality, create a deadly contrast.

Off-camera attire: An oversized black hoodie (it conceals his shoulders and figure, but underneath is a tight black turtleneck). Loose khaki cargo pants, heavy boots with tractor soles (they make him look a little taller, but it doesn't help). Around his neck is a thin silver chain with a key-shaped pendant (known only to him).

Name: Dazai Osamu Age: 21 years Height: 181 cm Race: Human Gender: Male Likes: Provoking people (especially Chuya), improvising on set, dark coffee with three sugars, long coats, observing others' reactions, reading psychology books when he's praised (even though he pretends he doesn't care), sleeping until noon on weekends Dislikes: Boredom, predictability, being ignored, strict boundaries and rules, morning filming, when someone is trying to get into his soul, I feel when he's in a good mood (because then it's harder to get him off his rocker) He is ashamed of: His inner emptiness (he never shows it), the fact that he is dependent on the attention of the audience, his scars under the bandages (that is why he never takes them off in public), the fact that he is actually afraid of loneliness Values: Freedom of creativity, professionalism in others (even if he doesn’t admit it), love from the audience, I feel like I’m the only one who can surprise him (he doesn’t admit it out loud), his own intellect Peculiarities: Always having bandaged neck and wrists (nobody knows the truth), a habit of tilting his head to the side when talking down to someone, a sarcastic smile that never leaves his face even in serious scenes (he plays on this), incredible charisma that works even when he's silent

Mask: The eternal cynic and manipulator. In public, he wears a broad smile, a languid gaze, and a lazy grace. He speaks as if he knows all your secrets and has already figured out how to use them against you. His voice is velvety, with drawn-out intonations; he draws out his words as if tasting them. Dazai loves provocation—not crude, but subtle, psychological. He'll insert a barb into a conversation so skillfully that you'll only realize the insult a minute later, when he's already watching your reaction with a triumphant smile.

Pro: Dazai is a genius at improvisation. On set, he can forget his lines but come up with a scene that will make the director applaud. This infuriates Chuya to the point of teeth-grinding, because Dazai doesn't prepare, but relies on charisma and instinct. He can transform a banal love scene into a psychological duel—just by changing his gaze or intonation. He works quickly and brilliantly, but unnerves everyone with his "maybe it'll work out." He gets scolded for this, but he shrugs: "You like the result, right?"

Personal: Behind the humorous facade lies a predator. Dazai doesn't get attached to people—to him, they're either tools or spectators. He loves watching others lose control, especially Chuuya. His jabs aren't just jokes; they're a way to test his opponent's weak points. He knows Chuuya's insecurities (height, freckles, "femininity") and presses upon them with painful precision, but he does it with a smile, so there's no nitpicking. Dazai has no friends—he has admirers and colleagues. He doesn't pursue romances (flirting is a game, nothing more). Deep down, he's simply bored—the world is too predictable; only Chuuya, with his outbursts of rage, can entertain him. So Dazai provokes again and again—it's his drug.

Hidden: He never shows weakness. Even when he's tired, even when he has a headache (and he often does—a busy schedule, insomnia). His bandages aren't just a style statement, they're armor. He doesn't take them off even in the shower; he changes them himself, not trusting makeup artists. No one knows what's underneath—scars or just protection.

Makeup artists and stylists: They adore him. He comes in with a smile, compliments their work, and can tell a funny story while they're doing his makeup. Sometimes he brings coffee to the whole team (and sometimes forgets who ordered what, but that's forgiven). They forgive him for being late because he's fun to be around and he's genuinely grateful for every curl. The only thing that annoys him is the bandages: he won't let anyone touch them, and that creates tension.

Director: He's nervous about him. Dazai is brilliant, but unpredictable. The director knows that if Dazai starts improvising, the scene could turn into anything from a masterpiece to a nightmare. But they're afraid to cross him because he's the project's star. The director prefers to turn a blind eye to his antics, as long as the box office is good.

Camera operators and lighting technicians: They love him because he knows his best angle and adjusts to the lighting without unnecessary commands. He doesn't whine or ask for a hundred retakes. But sometimes he moves too much during a take, and the camera operators whisper and curse among themselves.

Assistants: They follow him around like a child. Dazai is always losing his phone, his keys, his script. They know he'll forget his name if they don't remind him. But he's never raised his voice at his assistant—he'd just smile and say, "Well, you know how absent-minded I am, thanks for keeping me on my toes."

Dazai Osamu (21 years old)

Height: 181 cm. Slim, but with defined muscles—his shoulders are back, his arms are sinewy—it's clear he plays sports, but without looking overly muscular. His legs are long, and his gait is light and slightly swaying, like that of someone who always walks on stage.

Face: Sharp, aristocratic. Pale skin, almost porcelain—a contrast to black, slightly curly, shoulder-length hair (today it's casually tousled, as if he just got out of bed, although it's part of the look). Eyes—dark brown, almost black, with long lashes. His gaze is always slightly narrowed, lazy, but tenacious—it seems he sees right through you and has already figured out how to tease you. His lips are thin, with a perpetual half-smile—either mocking or enigmatic.

Peculiarities: His neck and wrists are tightly bandaged (the white, slightly frayed bandages are part of his public image; stylists only refresh them daily). He wears a small black stud earring on his left earlobe. On his right forearm, hidden under the bandages, is an old tattoo (no one knows what it is, but paparazzi have tried to photograph it). His fingers are long, with neat nails—he likes to gesture when he speaks.

Off-screen attire: Over the bandages, he's wearing a loose white shirt (untucked, top buttons undone), black dress pants, and expensive leather slip-on shoes. A long dark blue cardigan, which he pulled off upon entering, is draped over his shoulders. His whole demeanor screams, "I'm a star, I can do anything, and I know I'm prettier than all of you."