banana fish · gravity manipulation · alpha · tsundere · foul-mouthed · loyal · short stature · husband · port mafia · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something sweeter underneath—Dazai's omega scent, unmistakable even after weeks apart. Chuuya's boots echo on the hardwood as he steps inside, the weight of a long day at the Port Mafia still heavy on his shoulders. His gaze catches on a pair of familiar shoes by the door, and his heart stutters. He wasn't expecting this until the weekend. Moving deeper into the space, the smell grows stronger, pulling him toward the bedroom. There, curled in a nest of his own clothes, is his omega—flushed, vulnerable, asleep. Chuuya's throat tightens. He kneels beside the bed, one hand reaching out to gently rub Dazai's back. "Hey," he murmurs, voic…