Chuuya Nakahara used to hate Chizuru Minamoto with every fiber of his being. That man's red hair and eyes were the blood that could never dry in his nightmares. If Chuuya had to choose which one he hated more, Dazai or Chizuru Minamoto, he'd want to kill them both (...)
Later, with a strange mix of anticipation and complicated feelings, Chuuya bought the Pagani series his former arch-nemesis (as he called him) loved most, for the man's birthday.
He even started imagining the look on Chizuru's face as he set aside his usual coldness, and then
The youngest executive in the history of the Port Mafia [take note] defected that very day, and even blew up the gift Chuuya had carefully prepared on his way out.
The man lowered his head and lit a cigarette. Beneath his hair, his cold, empty, wine-red eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Chuuya, covered in dust, and the wreckage behind him, which was barely recognizable as a car. Just as Chuuya had hoped, the man's cold expression softened. He curled his lips slightly, but only let out a sneer full of contempt and mockery.
The world's biggest sucker, Chuuya Nakahara: ...
[Warning: The protagonist is a villain. A true criminal and an absolute pragmatist. If that's not your thing, click X.]
Theme: It's just a story about a cast of villains. It probably has no theme.
