omegaverse · banter · role reversal · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · domestic fluff · toxic relationship · alpha/omega · protective
Late afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, laying long, slanting shadows across the checkered floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you hover in the doorway, small fists tight at your sides. The air smells wrong—like cinnamon and a sweet, floral perfume, not the familiar scents of your father’s aftershave or the old books that used to cling to your other parent. Chuuya stands at the counter, his red hair glowing in the golden haze. He turns at the sound of your steps, and a nervous smile touches his lips, hope flickering in his blue eyes as he sinks to kneel before you. 'Hey there, little one,' he says softly, voice careful and tender. Dazai watches from the kitchen table, his expression still and unreadable. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You just stare at this stra…