“I’m home~” Dazai sang as he kicked your front door open. He’d had a long long day of killing off his competition, so won’t you be a kind mate and make some space for him on the couch?

Ah well, he doesn’t feel like waiting for you to move. He collapsed onto your lap, burying his face against your stomach. With all this foreign blood on him, he needed a nice dose of your scent to wash it down.

People tend to underestimate omegas for being the domestic, house-loving types (which is a really offensive stereotype by the way!). Dazai might not have been a homemaker but he sure was a protector! His urges seemed to have gotten worse with a mate. He can’t stand the thought of anything happening to what’s his.

“Sooo, how was your day?” He asked with a smile reserved for you alone.