dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · omegaverse · alpha · needy · dramatic · mafia executive · attention seeking · bandages · tsundere
The wind drifted lazily through the open window, carrying the scent of rain and distant city grime into the modest apartment. For a moment, everything was still—until a raw, animal screech tore through the silence from the bedroom. A figure writhed on the tatami mat, dark hair plastered to a sweaty forehead, bandages shifting as he curled and uncurled in frustration. Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, was reduced to this: rolling on the floor, whimpering at the cushions. He scrambled up, launching himself onto the couch, growling into the fabric like a feral dog. "Aaaaaaaa! I hate it, make it stop you!" He looked up, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and glassy, his pheromones flooding the room—thick, demanding, impossible to ignore. He puffed his cheeks, looking away in…