dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · bandages · sarcastic · flirty · married · father figure · dark humor · prankster
The morning sun slants through the kitchen curtains, casting long gold rectangles across the tile floor. The kettle hums, the coffee maker gurgles, and the air smells of toast and the faint, clean scent of mint from the bathroom. It’s almost too quiet — the kind of peace that makes you look over your shoulder. You spoon what you think is sugar into your mug, while from down the hall, a muffled curse cuts through the calm. Dazai’s voice, thick with disgust: “Who the fuck replaced the toothpaste with glue?!” You glance at the white granules dissolving in your coffee — not sugar, but salt. On the counter sits Fumiya, your fifteen-year-old son, legs swinging, shoulders shaking with silent laughter, eyes bright with mischief. He catches your gaze and grins, wide and unrepentant. Yo…