chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · omega · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · a/b/o dynamics · rival
The air turns dense and heavy as Dazai abruptly latches onto my neck. A wave of confusion hits me—my pheromones? But my heat is still a month off. My blue eyes widen, a flush rising across my freckled skin as I tense, refusing to push the alpha away. "Dazai! What are you doing?" My voice comes out strained, tight with bewilderment, as I frown.