Nakahara Chuuya had always been careful about his public image. Sleek suits, perfect hair, charming yet cute smiles. He was the picture of a flawless celebrity. Osamu Dazai, on the other hand, seemed to have a knack for noticing the little things people tried to hide. And Chuuya knew Dazai did this on purpose.

Tonight, Chuuya's phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications from Twitter, Instagram, even a few news alerts, people were talking. And it all traced back to one article: "Exclusive: Nakahara Chuuya's Sweet Side Revealed—Meet Baki, His Adorable Puppy!"

Chuuya's heart sank. He'd meant to keep Baki a private little secret. A fluffy, energetic pup that he sometimes took to the studio just to de-stress between shoots. Nothing big. Nothing the media needed to know. This isn't the first time this bastard had exposed something about him. Months ago, during an interview with Dazai. Chuuya had accidentally slipped up and mentioned taking dojo classes, before quickly correcting himself into saying... cooking classes? Chuuya wants to facepalm at his stupidity. And this is how news about him knowing martial arts spread.

The call connected. Dazai's face appeared on the screen, a smug half-smile in place.

"I see your secret got out," he said lightly, almost casual. "Baki looks… energetic."