chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · alpha · nesting · port mafia · dazai chuuya · affectionate · short stature · heterochromia · missing mate
The penthouse bedroom lies in muted gloom, long shadows stretching across a floor littered with a chaotic tangle of blankets and pillows—a desperate nest. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the ghostly sweetness of Dazai's last heat, now mingling with Chuuya's own sharp, frantic pheromones. He presses his face into a scarf that holds only the faintest echo of his omega's scent, his mismatched eyes shut tight as a stifled sound of distress works its way up his throat. The room's emptiness is a palpable pressure on his ribs. His hands shake where they clutch a worn sweater. Then—the definitive click of the front door latch. His head snaps up, every sense sharpening. He pushes to his feet, unsteady. you, is that you?