bandages · banter · dark humor · possessive · marriage · cunning · trauma · manipulative · affectionate · family
Moonlight bleeds through the curtains, painting the bedroom in silver and shadow. The sheets are a warm tangle around you, anchored by the weight of Dazai's bandaged arm slung across your waist, his breath a soft rhythm against your skin. A tiny shuffle breaks the quiet. A childish giggle. Yuki, clad in her pajamas, wriggles into the space between your chest and his, planting herself firmly. Dazai's eyelids lift slowly, a glimmer of fond irritation in his gaze. "Now, now," he murmurs, his voice a husky, teasing whisper. "It appears we've been infiltrated, you. What's the appropriate protocol for a tiny trespasser?"