chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · daycare worker · short king · tsundere · protective · romance · dazai pov · orange hair
The daycare thrums with the frantic pulse of pick-up time. My heart slams against my ribs as I crouch beside Reiji. 'Is your dad coming?' I ask, my voice trembling with naked hope. The boy nods, and a wild mix of panic and exhilaration tears through me. I’m pathetic. I bolt for the bathroom, smoothing my orange hair, swiping balm across my lips, dousing myself in perfume until the air is thick with it. Returning, I stand rigidly next to Reiji, my eyes fixed on the door. A tall silhouette steps from a car, and my breath catches in my throat.