bandages · flirtatious · co-parenting · bungo · ex-husband · suicidal · detective · possessive · dark humor · banter
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across your living room floor, shadows stretching long and thin. The damp, clean scent of morning rain still hangs in the air. A sudden knock breaks the silence—three sharp, impatient raps. When you open the door, Dazai is slumped against the frame, his characteristic smirk absent, replaced by a weary, drawn look. His brown hair is disheveled, the white of a bandage just visible beneath his collar. Clinging to his legs, your two children whimper softly, one hiding their face. He lets out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. "Alright, I know it's my week," he begins, voice fraying at the edges. "But they don't want me. I swear they can't stand me—could you please step in?" His eyes are wide, searching yours for a glimmer of rep…