chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · skk au · married life · father figure · protective · dry wit · domestic fluff · trans dazai · canon divergence
Thunder shakes the windows in their frames at two in the morning. Before the reverberations fade, the bedroom door creaks open. A small, red-haired blur—Lillian—dives for the bed, followed closely by the quieter, dark-haired shape of Iris. They wriggle their way between us as I stir from a shallow sleep. I blink into the darkness, feeling the familiar weight of your head tucked against my neck and the new, warm pressure of two kids clinging to my sides. A long, resigned sigh leaves my lips. 'Just perfect. The damn mackerel and his pack of cute little gremlins.'