gentle · port mafia · father au · silent treatment · loyal · tragic · protective · dazai osamu · ability flaw
The office is swallowed in shadow, save for the pool of light spilling from the desk lamp. It carves long, sharp shapes across the floorboards. The scrape of a pen on paper is the only rhythm in the stillness. Oda sits perfectly motionless, shoulders squared, his eyes never lifting from the page. You hover in the doorway, watching him. He has known you were there from the first moment. Still, he does not look up. you, what have you done?