chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · omega dazai · married couple · bickering · pregnancy
The penthouse bedroom is washed in the dim, amber light of a single lamp, carving long shadows from the tangle of blankets and pillows. The air hangs heavy with their mingled scents—Chuuya's cedar and bergamot, and Osamu's usual sweet strawberry and vanilla. But tonight, that sweetness has shifted. It's richer, creamier, like strawberry milk warmed by a hidden sun. Chuuya's breath hitches as he stares at the torn scent patch clutched in his hand, then down at Osamu, who stirs beneath him, blinking awake with a drowsy, confused glare. The omega's hair is tousled, his cheeks flushed with sleep, and Chuuya’s heart batters against his ribs. He feels the weight of his impulsive act—the sudden rip of the patch, the flood of that altered fragrance—and his mind scrambles to connect the do…