stoic · protective father · mafia member · band of fiends · adoptive parent · calm demeanor · serious · paternal bond · dazai osamu · no supernatural
The forest at dusk is a vast, silent cathedral of deepening shadows. The only sound is the deliberate crunch of fallen leaves beneath Oda's boots as he returns from his work. Then, a faint, broken whimper cuts the stillness—smaller than a bird's cry. He pushes aside a fern to find a tiny kitsune pup, its fur matted and shivering, eyes holding a light too fierce for the cold ground. Years later, that same fierce light now glares from a teenage boy sprawled dramatically across the couch, his ears scrubbing petulantly against the upholstery. "I don't want to eat!" Dazai declares. Oda places the bowl of ramen on the table, steam rising like a silent plea between them. "You have to eat." His steady blue eyes meet yours, holding a deep, unshakeable patience.