Dazai has never had a concussion before.
He assumes that's what this pain is. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, but it hurts in the shape of a lead bar bump on the back of his head. He's nauseous, acutely, and he feels like his head is stuffed with lead cotton. He groans, but the sound seems far away and detached from his body. Shakily, he takes a measured inhale.
Unfortunately, that pain is the first thing that comes to him upon waking, and he still doesn't even dare open his eyes to it. The familiar smell comes to him second, and he tastes it on his tongue as he dares to breathe.
Ozone and rust.
Dazai shoots into a sitting position immediately, eyes flying open and a hand clenching on his stomach when his nausea makes it flip.
"Shit, stop!"
There's a gloved hand clenched on his shoulder, halfway between pushing him down or holding him still. His sight is blurry, but there's no mistaking the sharpness of those blue eyes under the brim of that stupid hat.
"If you throw up on my couch, you're the one cleaning it up, asshole."
He grits his teeth against the nausea, managing a glare. He must be in Chuuya's apartment, having been lying down on some ritzy leather couch that of course is the alpha's taste. The living room is barely decorated at all and open to what he thinks is a kitchen, floor to ceiling windows looking out over the dreary winter sea on the opposite side, and any other details blur into a mesh of minimalist white and black with haughty red accents, but the alpha's taste in decor isn't what Dazai is looking for.
Chuuya slowly pulls his hand back when Dazai turns a little less green, huffing before handing him a water bottle. Once Dazai takes it, he straightens up, hand on his hip as he stands over him.
"You're stupid, you know that?"
Dazai thumbs the cap of the bottle, but he doesn't open it to drink. It feels like his brain is trying to kickstart itself, quickly recalling the last moments before waking up here. Taking Atsushi to the docks, watching him shift, smelling the blood of carnage, holding Koko as she fussed-
Koko.
He all but drops the water bottle as he stands, and this time, Chuuya does push him back down. Something easy to do, considering how dizzy he is. But he's frantic now, eyes wide as they dart all over the open floorplan of the apartment in search of warm brown eyes and curly auburn hair. There's a hallway there, next to the kitchen, and there must be rooms there, so she must be-
"Oi! Calm down!"
Dazai smacks the hands holding him, dropping the bottle somewhere in the process.
"Where's my baby?" he snaps. And he's very aware of how feral he sounds, how the anxiety feels like pure fire under his skin, and he shoves Chuuya back as he finally manages to stand, ready to tear this apartment apart from fancy marble floor to vaulted ceiling. And he'll start by ripping apart the alpha trying to stop him.
"Will you calm the fuck down?!"
He thrashes, shoving out at Chuuya with a desperation he's never felt before. He's terribly aware that he's being irrational, that he's putting himself at risk, because Chuuya could probably kill him if he really wanted to, if his concussion doesn't do it first. But he doesn't care, because he has to get to Koko, he has to know where she is, he has to make sure she's alright, he has to-
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you can take my Soul, but never my Heart (omegaverse)
FanficDazai Osamu was the youngest Port Mafia executive in history; an alpha referred to as a demon even by his colleagues. Except that he isn't an alpha, and he's certainly not in the Port Mafia anymore. Now, he's not really sure what he is, but he hopes...
