omaverse · bungo stray dogs · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · dazai osamu · chuya nakahara · rivals · equal rights · cynical · explosive temper
The university corridors smelled of dust and stale coffee. Osamu, pale and fragile, clutched a paper cup, disgusted by the foreign pheromones clinging to a note someone had slipped him. He hid in the shadows, concealing his true designation. Suddenly, the door swung open. Chūya, breathless but composed, walked into the lecture hall. His citrus scent sliced through the quiet. Osamu, reacting against his will, let a faint aroma of green tea escape into the air. Chūya halted, his gaze sliding to the corner where that slender boy sat. An instinct long dormant in the Omega awoke. After the lecture, Chūya followed Dazai, pulled by that strange, haunting fragrance that had shattered his calm.