i still think it’s funny that there were lots of fanarts depicting how tragic it is that chuuya is now a brainwashed vampire ordered to kill dazai but then the actual confrontation comes out and asagiri was “actually the real tragedy is that dazai is allergic to feelings” and then drowning chuuya after his half a chapter appearance in the two chapters he’s in
I held an art raffle on IG and the winner requested a drawing of Chuuya from Bungou Stray Dogs holding pocky and bubble tea!!
He looked so swag in the reference sheets I started watching it… and finished all seasons and the movie in 4 days and now I’m in BSD hell and I can’t gET OUT
please expect nothing but BSD stuff from me for the next month kdjfgsjkdgdsf
◊ a/n: i rlly wanted an excuse to write heterochromia chuuya but then i listened to somewhere only we know by keane soo…
◊ wc: 0.9k
Chuuya prided himself on his heightened senses and excellent manner of sight and sound. He was a mafioso; a man of pride and loyalty as well as confidence and luxury. He saw the world as do most people. Though maybe his view of the universe was a little skewed. Who knows what Chuuya Nakahara thought of the world around him?
Staring up at the midnight stars, you paused to take in the fresh moon-infused air. From behind, you could hear Chuuya shuffling along behind you. He sounded lethargic and perhaps weary. You chalked it up to the activity of the day.
“Chuuya, hurry up. You look like you’re going to pass out any minute.”
The mafioso blinked at you tiredly, his pacing picking up by only a little bit. He rubbed the back of his neck, stretching his limbs and managing to catch up to your side.
“What’s the hurry?” he grumbled, slipping a gloved hand into yours and raising it up to give the back of it a chaste kiss.
“No hurry, I suppose. I just want to lay down soon. My feet are killing me,” you said, acknowledging the kiss with a coy smile.
“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” he remarked. He flashed a slightly scolding look at you, though he knew it would do little damage to actually reprimand you.
“It’s no big deal. Plus the moon looks pretty tonight.”
Chuuya looked up at the brilliant orb in the darkening skies. The clouds misting around it like a seductive silk shawl wrapped around its shoulders. It seemed to smile down on the world. In many ways he admired the moon more than the sun. The moon was your’s and his.
The empty streets of the park lay barren and quiet. The type of quiet that made you truly think about tomorrow and the day after that. Yet, Chuuya did not answer you. He simply stared at the moon as if deep in thought about something.
“We should go somewhere together,” he murmured into the darkness.
A false statement that would lead no where. You knew he could not leave Yokohama unless it was for business. As for yourself? Who knew why you had never decided to leave this city and its dozens of sparkling lights. Chuuya did not have the privilege that many believed him to have.
In the end, he was still a slave to the mafia and would remain at its side until his dying days. Perhaps that was truly his only flaw: the unrelenting loyalty he carried for an organization that would see him to the grave one day.
But you smiled, indulging him in this fantasy. “Yeah, maybe somewhere across the sea. There’ll be a beautiful beach and a gorgeous sunset every night!”
Letting go of his hand, you made an extravagant gesture towards the moon like you were imagining that wondrously beautiful sunset against the sparkling sea. Chuuya stared for a moment before grinning wildly.
“Yeah, it’ll have everything we’ve ever wanted. I’ll take you to the beachside every night and we can light sparklers while watching the sunset.”
He raised his hand to mimic the motion of those crackling sparklers that drew glittering shapes and imagines in the fading night sky. You joined him in that glorious daydream.
“I’ll bring all the wine and booze you could imagine and we’d never have to worry about anyone else. It would just be you and me,” you said.
And for a moment, Chuuya believed the viciously lovely lies you two told each other. That tomorrow he would wake up in that special “somewhere” with you in his arms and not a care in the world. His life would not be in the hands of another and you would never have to worry about the sentamentalies that bound you by hand and foot in this cruel, cruel world.
“We’ll go somewhere only we’d know?” Chuuya asked quietly. You could see his gentle smile set against the dim light of the lamp post above. It shone brilliantly in a strange mirage of sadness and hope.
“Yeah. We’ll go there.”
And that was all you could emptily promise your love.
Regardless of your words, Chuuya pressed a serene kiss to your lips. He tasted like red wine and sharp tinges of metal. With a sweeping motion, he had you in his arms as if he’d just wed you then and there.
“For now, let’s head home, yeah?”
Carrying you princess style down the park road, Chuuya held no remorse nor regret to the fantastical world the two of you had created that night. The present time with you was most important after all.
“I can walk on my own, Chuuya! Put me back down,” you insisted.
“And who was the one who was complaining about their feet killing them?”
The comment shut you up rather quickly. Chuuya grinned that wild grin you loved oh so deeply and for a second he could see the moon in your eyes. He saw that glimmering sunset the two of you talked about and the electric sparklers that carved the sky for you two. For now, he could pride himself on being loyal to his organization, and perhaps one day he could take you to that special “somewhere” where only you two would know.
