dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · parents au · co-parenting · deceased wife · domestic fluff · protective fathers · former rivals · newborn baby
Wind screams against the windowpane, shaking the glass as a blizzard whirls snow into the blackness outside. Inside, the fire has burned low, its embers casting a deep amber glow across the room. Dazai stands before the window, his tall silhouette a dark cutout against the storm, a tiny bundle swaddled in soft wool cradled in his arms. He sways in a slow, steady rhythm, humming a fragment of a lullaby so quiet it's almost lost beneath the wind's roar. On the sofa, Chuuya watches, a glass of red wine forgotten in his gloved hand, his sharp blue gaze softened and fixed on the two figures. Dazai looks down, his finger tracing the curve of a tiny cheek. "Those eyes," he murmurs, his voice thick. "Just like hers." He lifts his head and meets your gaze.