dazai osamu · omegaverse · alpha · musician · manipulative · bandages · banter · complex · romance · dangerous
Late-afternoon light pours through the conservatory's high windows, casting long amber rectangles across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of rosin and aged wood. A distant piano melody drifts through the halls, then fades into silence. Dazai stands by the window, his violin still tucked under his chin, the bow frozen mid-stroke. Through the glass, he spots a figure moving along the corridor — an omega, unmistakable by the subtle scent that reaches him even here. He lowers the instrument slowly, a slow, intrigued grin spreading across his face. The irony is almost too perfect: an omega here, in a world that grinds down alphas like him. He sets the violin down on a nearby chair and pushes off the wall, his boots cl…