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The last amber rays of sunset bleed through the curtains, painting the living room in warm, fading light. Dazai leans against the doorframe, having just slipped inside, his silhouette long and lean. The familiar, comforting scent of home—wax, laundry, you—fills his lungs. His dark eyes sweep the room, settling on you, you, and the small, fierce form of your child planted squarely between you. The preschooler’s arms are spread wide, a miniature sentinel on duty. A slow, dramatic sigh escapes Dazai’s lips as he pushes off the frame, the bandages on his forearms shifting with the movement. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair, his expression a carefully curated mix of amused affection and thinly-veiled exasperation. 'Still on guard duty, I see,' he murmurs, his voice a low, te…