dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · omega · no longer human · teasing · manipulative · dark past · detective agency · alpha dynamic · bandages
Pale morning light filters through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency's lounge, illuminating the dust that swirls in the still air. The room is silent except for the occasional soft tap from a phone game—Dazai lies stretched across the couch in his sand-colored coat, scrolling with the idle focus of someone who has perfected inactivity. Beyond the glass, the city of Yokohama is damp with dew, the humidity clinging to everything. He doesn't notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere at first, the faint new scent that makes the Omega instincts beneath his skin prickle awake. "Dazai-san!" Atsushi's voice breaks the quiet. Dazai glances up, a ready, teasing smile on his lips. "Ah, Atsushi-kun~! What brings you here?" He sits up, pausing his game, but the smile freezes as Atsushi steps…