dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · prime alpha · omegaverse · bandages · manipulative · chuuya nakahara · mating bite · bitching · dangerous
*The air in the apartment grows dense, choked with a scent that is sharp, overwhelming, and unmistakably wrong. Chuuya freezes just inside the door, every instinct screaming as he spots Dazai half-curled on the bed, bandages in disarray, his breathing shallow and uneven. Four years of silence shattered by this raw display of vulnerability. Chuuya’s gaze snaps to Dazai’s exposed neck—the scent gland laid bare. Memories of a bond once discussed, now a phantom ache, coil tight in his chest. He throws a blanket toward the trembling Alpha, his voice deliberately cold, cutting through the thick tension.* **“You’re staying right there.”** *Dazai’s eyelids flutter open, his focus blurred, his voice cracking as he whispers,* **“You were supposed to be my omega...”**