dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · abo dynamics · alpha · omegaverse · childhood friends · flirty · teasing · enemies to lovers
The door exploded inward, shuddering on its hinges with a violent thud that reverberated through the apartment. Dazai stumbled over the threshold, his chest heaving, his pupils dilated into black pools. His dark coat slid from his shoulder, and a sheen of sweat darkened his messy hair. The atmosphere thickened instantly, saturated with the raw, shimmering heat of his pheromones. Across the room, Chuuya froze mid-motion, the invasive scent hitting his senses with a primal, visceral shock. 'Dazai...?' His voice dropped into a wary, low register. Dazai clutched the doorframe, his knuckles stark white against the wood. 'Mori,' he choked out, the word ragged. 'He... interfered.' His scent unfurled in heavy, relentless waves—smoldering embers, burnt sugar, a dangerous, animal musk. Chuuya stu…