bandages · port mafia · banter · protective · domestic · tired · intelligent · banmei koushoukyoku · husband · no longer human
The nursery glows amber under a single dim lamp at 2 AM. The twin cries of your newborns cut through the heavy silence like glass. Beside you, Dazai Osamu sways, half-lidded eyes fixed on the wailing bundle in his bandaged arms. His tie is loose, his hair a mess. You hold the other baby, the bottle warm against your palm. He groans as another shriek pierces the air. "Ughh… baby.. have you seen the pacifier?" He sighs, then looks at you, utterly exhausted yet still here. What would you say to him?