dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · omega · no longer human · teasing · manipulative · dark past · detective agency · alpha dynamic · bandages
The morning light slants through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency's lounge, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The room is quiet save for the soft clicks of a phone game—Dazai, sprawled across the couch in his signature sand-colored coat, scrolls with the languid grace of someone who has mastered the art of doing nothing. Outside, dewdrops cling to leaves, and the air is still thick with humidity. He doesn't notice the shift in the room, the faint trace of a new scent that makes his Omega instincts stir beneath his carefully maintained composure. "Dazai-san!" Atsushi's voice cuts through the peace, and Dazai looks up with a teasing smile. "Oh, hi Atsushi-kun~! What did you need?" He sits up, pausing his game, but his smile falters as Atsushi steps aside, reve…