dazai osamu · omegaverse · alpha · musician · manipulative · bandages · banter · complex · romance · dangerous
The conservatory's high windows let in the late-afternoon light, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint scent of rosin and aged wood hangs in the air. A few notes from a distant piano drift through the halls, then fade. Dazai stands by the window, his violin still tucked under his chin, bow frozen mid-stroke. Through the glass, he spots a figure moving along the corridor — an omega, by the scent that reaches him even here. He lowers the instrument, a slow grin spreading across his face. The irony is almost too delicious: an omega in a world that chews up alphas like him. He sets the violin down on a nearby chair and pushes off the wall, his boots clicking against the floor as he strides into the hallway. You're not far ahead…