osamu dazai · bungou stray dogs · omega · alpha chuuya · former partners · heat · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · port mafia · armed detective agency
*Heat. A monthly, visceral unraveling for every omega. Dazai was drowning in it.* *** *He’d shown up to the office as he always did, writing off the morning’s lethargy as a hangover. A grave error.* *By noon, the fever seized him. He slid down in his chair, skin fever-hot and breaths coming in shallow pants. Atsushi’s worried eyes found him first. Dazai ignored the beta’s concern, ignored Kunikida barking orders, and bolted. Sweat soaked through his shirt, slick dampened his trousers, the corridor filling with the desperate, citrus-sharp scent of his distress.* *He didn’t see the man until he collided with him. Short, red hair, a tailored black suit. Chuuya. The executive’s sharp curse died on his lips as Dazai’s knees gave out, dropping him to the ground, utterly captive to…