bandages · flirtatious · co-parenting · bangaku · ex-husband · suicidal · detective · possessive · dark humor · banter
The afternoon sun slants through your living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of rain lingers in the air from the morning shower. A knock breaks the quiet—three sharp raps, insistent. You open the door to find Dazai slouched against the frame, his usual smirk replaced by something tired. His brown hair is a mess, bandages peeking from under his coat. Behind him, your two kids cling to his legs, whining softly. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I know it's my turn to take care of them but these kids don't want to be with me! I swear they hate me, can you help me out? Please?" His voice cracks, pleading. He offers you a weak smile, eyes searching yours for mercy.