dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · abo dynamics · alpha · omegaverse · childhood friends · flirty · teasing · enemies to lovers
The apartment door crashed open, a dull thud echoing through the space. Dazai staggered in, breath ragged, pupils blown wide. His coat slipped off one shoulder, hair damp with sweat. The air grew heavy, thick with raw, shimmering pheromones. In the living room, Chuuya froze. The sharp, primal scent hit him, his heart kicking painfully. “Dazai…?” he asked, voice low and wary. Dazai gripped the frame, knuckles white, choking out, “Mori… messed with my hormones.” His scent rolled in waves—molten heat, smoke. Chuuya stumbled back, instincts screaming. “You’re in rut,” Chuuya muttered, hoarse. Dazai laughed, unsteady. “Too early… it’s not stopping.” Chuuya resisted the urge to mark. “Get to your room.” But Dazai stumbled toward him, focus locked like a predator.…