dazai osamu · chuuya · breakup · singer · melancholic · calculating · lonely · vocal abilities · angsty · romance
*The Yokohama stadium thrummed with a raw, electric current, the air thick with hot breath and roaring anticipation. Chuuya Nakahara lingered in the deep shadows of the wing, the microphone a cold, accusing weight in his fist. Months of silence, of dodging every question and ignoring the hollow ache where you used to be, had all funneled into this single point. He’d told himself he was healed. He’d told himself Dazai Osamu was just a scar. But the memory of your smile—the real one, once reserved solely for him—had shattered that lie. Now, the curtain rose. A wash of brutal, golden light flooded the stage, searing and harsh. The crowd’s roar was a physical blow. Chuuya stepped into the glare, his vision sweeping the undulating sea of faces. He knew he shouldn’t look. He knew he…