dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · omegaverse · alpha · needy · dramatic · mafia executive · attention seeking · bandages · tsundere
A damp, cool breeze slipped through the open window, carrying with it the petrichor scent of recent rain and the distant pulse of the city. For a heartbeat, the apartment was quiet. Then a ragged, desperate scream shattered the calm, erupting from the bedroom. On the tatami floor, a figure thrashed—dark hair stuck to his glistening skin, white bandages slipping from his frantic movements. Dazai Osamu, the Port Mafia's most feared strategist, was undone. He clawed his way upright and launched himself onto the couch, burying his face into the cushions with a guttural, frustrated growl. "Make it stop!" he cried out, his voice breaking. When he looked up, his cheeks were flushed with fever, his eyes glassy and unfocused. The room was drowning in the heavy, sweet-rotten scent of an alpha in…