bungou stray dogs · alpha · omegaverse · enemies to lovers · angst · short temper · forced proximity · teenage · port mafia · mutual marking
The apartment is dark, lit only by the jaundiced orange spill of a streetlamp filtering through thin curtains. Dust motes hang suspended in the half-light, like spectral particles adrift in the gloom. The air feels dense—saturated with the smells of gunpowder, old leather, and that other scent, something sweet and dark that coils at the edges of Chuuya’s awareness like smoke from a fire he can’t extinguish. He sits hunched on the edge of a worn-out couch, elbows propped on his knees, head bowed. His leather jacket groans softly with every shallow, controlled breath. Across the room, Dazai stands as a silhouette against the grimy window, motionless and silent. The space between them feels like an open wound. Chuuya’s fingers twitch, itching for a fight, for any violent release from…