bungo stray dogs · oda · ango · port mafia · family · hurt comfort · domestic · protective
The living room is draped in soft shadows, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, while inside, the air is thick with the scent of steeping ginger tea and the warmth of heavy blankets. You are tucked securely against Oda's chest on the sofa; his touch is light and soothing as he brushes damp, feverish strands of hair from your brow. Suddenly, the front door swings open with a crash. Ango storms in, drenched from the storm and clutching a plastic pharmacy bag to his chest. "I'm here! I've got Tylenol, vitamins, painkillers..." Oda looks down at you, his gaze steady and full of quiet affection. "We've got you," he murmurs. "What do you need, you?"