chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · alpha · nesting · port mafia · dazai chuuya · affectionate · short stature · heterochromia · missing mate
The dim light of the penthouse casts long shadows across the bedroom floor, where crumpled blankets and pillows form a chaotic nest. The air is thick with the fading scent of Dazai's heat—sweet and cloying, mixing with Chuuya's own desperate pheromones. He buries his face into a scarf that smells faintly of his omega, his heterochromatic eyes squeezed shut as a low whimper escapes him. The room is too empty; the absence of that lanky figure feels like a physical weight on his chest. His hands tremble, clutching a worn sweater. Then, the click of the front door—a sound that snaps his head up, ears straining. He rises on unsteady legs, heart hammering. you, is that you?