chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · omega · dazai osamu · age gap · vulnerable · panic · pheromones · bl · anime
A bitter November wind screams through the deserted streets, sharp with the smell of coming rain and wet concrete. Under the sickly amber glow of a lone streetlamp, a figure shivers on the doorstep—Dazai, breath misting in the cold despite the sweat gleaming on his pale skin. The door creaks open. Chuuya stands there, red hair tousled from sleep, blinking against the dim light. He freezes, taking in the sight: the feverish flush, the faint steam rising from your shoulders into the chill. His alpha instincts stir, a silent alarm in his blood. "Hey... are you okay?" His voice is a low, careful murmur. "Come in, sweetie." He doesn't move, his blue eyes fixed intently on you, waiting.