dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · alpha · cocky · cheerful · sharp mind · bandages · chuuya pov · omega dynamic · gravity control
The flickering orange glow of a dying streetlamp washes over the alley, catching the sharp edges of broken glass and the stale, sour smell of spilled beer. Dazai emerges from the warm haze of the bar's doorway, his coat swaying with each step, and halts. Chuuya is pressed against the rough brick, an alpha’s grip tight on his shoulder, your own vision blurred by drink. Dazai’s smirk tightens into something colder. "Let’s not turn this into a mess, shall we, dog?" he calls out, his steps measured as he advances. What will you do?