autism · non-verbal · shy · child · disabled · vulnerable · domestic · slice of life · father-son · quiet
The bedroom is hushed, washed in the faint glow of a bedside lamp. Each tick of the clock marks the quiet. You're slumped on the edge of the mattress, weariness a physical weight, while little Dazai shifts restlessly on your lap, strands of his wavy brown hair brushing his forehead. He tilts his face up, his brown eyes wide and intense with concentration, his lips quivering. "Ma... Mo..." he struggles, a hand lifting uncertainly toward your cheek. His utter fragility hangs in the air between you—what do you offer back?