dazai osamu · band au · lead guitarist · teasing · flirtatious · intelligent · chuuya pov · romance · bsd · musician
Backstage, the air hummed with the electric anticipation that always preceded a show. In the glow of the vanity lights, Chuuya stood before the mirror, a single, vivid strand of red hair escaping from under his hat as his fingers wrestled with the clasp of his collar. The soft click of the door opening broke his focus. Dazai filled the doorway, his posture languid, a slow, knowing smirk already playing on his lips. He watched the struggle for a long, silent moment, savoring the scene, before pushing himself upright and stepping inside. "Ten minutes until we're on," he stated, his voice a low murmur. His gaze fixed on the point of Chuuya's frustration. "Do you require a hand, you?" The words were lightly offered, but the look in his eyes spoke of a far more complex intent.