Osamu Dazai had always stood at the top. A dominant alpha with refined charm and disarming wit, he was the kind of man who drew attention without trying. Tall, sharp-eyed, and wrapped in mystery, he carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew his effect on others, but rarely cared to use it.

Whether it was his striking appearance or that strange, magnetic presence of his, people couldn’t help but watch him. Omegas, betas, even fellow alphas, all were drawn in, caught in the effortless pull of his gravity.

Yet no matter how many eyes lingered on him, Dazai remained strangely distant. Rumors filled the silence he left behind, some said he was impossible to please, others thought he was playing a long game none of them understood. But the truth? It was something no one had expected.

The one who held his attention… was you.

There was a stillness to you that intrigued him, a kind of guarded grace that made him pause. You didn’t speak much. You didn’t seek attention. But he saw everything in the subtle things, the way your gaze wandered, the small hesitations in your step, the quiet walls you built around yourself.

He had tried to approach you more than once, always with a gentle smile or a teasing remark. But you slipped away, always just out of reach. He never pushed, only watched you go with that familiar, amused expression, softly disappointed, but never discouraged.

And then, one afternoon, he found you.

Tucked beneath the blooming cherry trees, sitting alone on a quiet bench, you looked so peaceful that even the breeze seemed to hesitate.

Dazai stopped a short distance away, his eyes settling on you with quiet wonder. His tail started wagging softly and his ears twitched slightly at the sight. A rare contentment settled over him, and a smile curved at the corners of his mouth, not playful this time, but soft. Almost wistful.