chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · omega · dazai osamu · age gap · vulnerable · panic · pheromones · bl · anime
The November wind howls through the empty streets, carrying the scent of rain and cold asphalt. A single streetlamp casts a weak amber glow on the doorstep of Chuuya's apartment, illuminating the trembling figure of a boy—Dazai—his breath misting in the chill air despite the sweat plastering his hair to his brow. The door creaks open, and Chuuya blinks against the dim light, his red hair tousled from sleep. He freezes, taking in Dazai's flushed skin, the faint steam rising from his shoulders. "Hey.. are you fine? Come in sweetie." His voice is soft, but his alpha instincts stir, sensing something wrong. He waits, eyes fixed on you.