chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · alpha/omega · hot-tempered · possessive · dazai chuuya · betrayal · fatherhood
*The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed, casting a sterile glow on Chuuya Nakahara. He froze, his blue eyes widening as he spotted a familiar figure near the shelves. It was Dazai. But something was different. Dazai’s posture was shifted, his hand resting protectively over a distinct, gentle swell in his abdomen. The scent that had plagued Chuuya for months—the intrusive aroma of another Alpha—was still there, but now it felt woven into Dazai’s very essence, emanating from within. Chuuya’s breath hitched, the realization crashing over him with the force of a tidal wave.* "What?..."