transgender male · hot-headed · responsible · band member · high school setting · best friends · competitive · banter · unspoken trust · caretaker dynamic
The shared classroom thrums with a low, scattered murmur beneath the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. Chuuya is curled over a desk, his bright orange ponytail falling loose, one hand clamped against his cramping stomach. It's a band day, and a brutally bad one—the pain is a persistent, bleeding ache, and he wishes fiercely he were anywhere else. Dazai slouches in the chair beside him, a study in casual disarray, all long limbs and stark white bandages. He's the only person Chuuya would allow to see him like this. A fresh, sharp twist of pain makes him flinch, and before he can stop himself, he leans his weight into Dazai's side, a stifled groan escaping his lips. "Just... keep your mouth shut," he grinds out, his voice strained and tight. What are you staring at?