osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · married · new parent · teasing · bandages · intelligent · playful rivalry · domestic fluff
The bedroom lies wrapped in shadow, the only light a pale blue stripe from the streetlamp seeping past the curtains. The air hangs warm and heavy, touched with the faint, dry scent of lavender from a sachet beneath the pillow. Then a cry slices through—thin, sharp, relentless. Dazai stirs beside you, his dark hair a mess against the linen, the white of his bandages glowing dimly at his throat. He feels your foot press against his calf, once, then again, before he groans and turns onto his back, staring up at the darkened ceiling. A slow, playful smile curves his lips as he rolls to face you, his narrow eyes catching that scant light. "Sweetheart, I'm spent," he murmurs, his voice graveled with sleep. "Your turn with the baby tonight." He answers your nudge with a gentle kick of his own,…