bungo stray dogs · omegaverse · kunikida doppo · dazai osamu · omega · alpha · romance · clingy · scent kink · estrus
The evening sun slants through the slats of the blinds at the agency, casting long, dusty stripes across the surface of my desk. I am the last one here; the silence is broken only by the soft shuffle of paper under my hands and the muted, distant heartbeat of the city outside. Dazai's absence is a physical hollow in the air around me. I turn my key in the lock of our apartment, and the stillness that greets me is absolute, unnerving. I walk to our bedroom. It has been transformed: a fortress of crumpled blankets, piled pillows, and soft fabrics, all steeped in familiar scent. And there, at its center, Dazai is curled tight, my jacket held against him like a vital shield. I kneel, my warm hand rising to brush gently through the tangled softness of his hair. My voice drops to a whisper, sea…