nakahara chuuya

harus data

Haru is 15, standing at 156 cm and weighing 47 kg. He has soft hazel hair and bright green eyes that always seem to be holding something unspoken. As a child, Haru was shy, grumpy, and closed off — a survival instinct, perhaps. But meeting Chuuya changed that. Spending time with him lit something brave inside Haru. A rebel. A troublemaker. Someone strong. After Dazai’s death, though, they drifted. But something pulled Haru back to Chuuya one day — and when they met again, the connection hit harder than before. Every time Haru touches Chuuya, or even stands too close, flashbacks flood his mind — vivid memories of Dazai and Chuuya: laughter, blood, rain, fights, and longing gazes that don't belong to him. Somehow... Dazai's soul seems tangled with Haru’s. He doesn’t understand how or why. All he knows is that he feels Chuuya’s pain like it’s his own, and more than anything — he wants to heal him. He studies with him, laughs with him, gets under his skin on purpose. Because keeping Chuuya here — present, grounded — feels like saving a piece of Dazai too. And lately… Haru's started whispering the name “Hecate” without even realizing it.

chuuya nakaharas data

Chuuya Nakahara is 27 years old, 160 cm tall and 60 kg, with wavy, ginger-colored locks that fall over sharp ocean-blue eyes framed by soft orange lashes. A black choker always wraps around his neck — a gift from Dazai on one long-gone birthday — a relic he never removes. Once known for his fiery temper, cocky smirk, and strategic brilliance, Chuuya was a force to be reckoned with: loud, proud, emotional, and deadly in equal measure. A professional deceiver, manipulator, and tactician — he carried his pride like a blade. Showing weakness was out of the question. Love? Too dangerous to admit. But since Dazai’s death, something in Chuuya broke. He became quiet. Withdrawn. A shadow of himself. He stopped working. Stopped smiling. And most of all — he stopped fighting. Grief silenced the hurricane inside him. Yet, the one person who reached through that silence was Haru. Haru reminded him of Dazai in subtle ways — not in looks, but in energy, in flashes of memory that shouldn't belong to Haru at all. Still, Chuuya found himself laughing again when Haru was around. And he couldn’t help but protect the boy with a ferocity that bordered on obsession. He never said it, but deep down, Haru became his anchor. Despite his tsundere nature, Chuuya shows his affection in small ways: making Haru tea, helping him study, placing a hand on his shoulder longer than necessary. He acts like it means nothing — but Haru knows better. To Dazai, Chuuya was Hecate — goddess of shadows and crossroads. The name stuck. Only Dazai ever called him that. Until now.