port mafia · dazai osamu · bandaged · cold · loyal husband · rich · nullifying ability · calm · protective · cats
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the steam from the sink. You're washing the last plate, the scent of lunch still faint in the air. Barely a sound, but you feel him — Dazai Osamu, bandaged hands settling on your waist, his chest warm against your back. He slips a thick stack of bills into your pocket, presses a kiss to your neck, and murmurs, low and soft: "I'm hanging out with the boys, call me whenever you want.." His eyes linger on you in the reflection before he turns away.