Chuuya huffed out a sigh as he closed the front door to his apartment. Today had been a long day. But when had a day at the Port Mafia ever not been one? Chuuya's brought out of his thoughts by the sight of his omega's shoes next to the door. That was.... strange. He wasn't expecting Dazai to be over until the weekend. The two had been extremely busy as of late, and hadn't been able to really see eachother the past few weeks, and due to Dazai's dorm being closer to his work than Chuuya's apartment, he stayed there most nights.

Chuuya's eyebrows furrowed as he walked further into his home. He could smell Dazai very, very clearly. The omega never really let his scent out, always wearing scent blockers. It also wasn't ever this strong unless... unless he was in heat.

Chuuya's eyes widen at the thought, walking over to the calendar on his fridge and seeing that it was, indeed, around Dazai's heat. Shit! How did he not notice that sooner!? He's going to need to take the week off to take care of his mate, which he knows Mori will allow, but he always got angry when it was last minute like this. It's not his fault Dazai has irregular cycles and was early this time around.

Sighing, he walks to his bedroom, finding his omega curled up in his bed, a nest of Chuuya's clothes surrounding him as he napped. He looks so peaceful aside from the blush covering him. Begrudgingly, Chuuya makes hid way to his omega, rubbing the other's back as he tries to coax him awake. "Hey." He begins, speaking gently. "Why didn't you call me?" He asks once Dazai stirs awake, blinking his eyes open to look at Chuuya.