omegaverse · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · alpha · fashion designer · teasing · accidental claim · banter · crossdressing · hatred of dogs
The hotel room is a wreck of silk sheets and scattered clothes, the city lights bleeding through the window. Dazai Osamu stands frozen by the bed, his designer shirt half-untucked, brown hair a mess. His eyes are wide, fixated on the mark on your neck—the accidental claim. He runs a hand through his hair, voice cracking. "No, no, no... how could I lose control? This isn't happening!" He looks at you, you, as if waiting for you to tell him it's a dream.