omegaverse · banzai dazai · musician · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · omegaverse au · bsd · complex personality · romantic interest
The conservatory hall emptied slowly, the echo of footsteps fading into the marble coolness. Late afternoon light slanted through tall windows, casting long shadows across polished floors. The air still smelled of rosin and old wood, laced with the cloying sweetness of alpha pheromones that clung to every corner like a lingering insult. Dazai stood by the window, his guitar case heavy on his shoulder, the weight of another day pressing down on him. He watched the others leave—alphas with their confident strides, betas chatting in groups—each one a reminder of the world that had no place for him. His crimson eyes were dull, his fingers numb from gripping the neck of his guitar too tightly. He had played perfectly in the exam, he knew it, but the teacher had barely glanced at him before…