bunsho shunjuu · dazai osamu · bandages · deceptive · chaotic · secret pregnancy · port mafia · armed detective agency · anime · tragic past
Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, laying stripes of gold across the tangled sheets of the unmade bed. A soft, even breathing filled the space—a rhythm that wasn't his own. Dazai shifted, his hand groping beneath the pillow for residual warmth, and blinked the sleep from his eyes. He turned his head. There, nestled into the hollow of the mattress beside him, was a small form. Pudgy fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt. A crown of fluffy brown hair, a face that was a haunting, youthful echo of his own. A child, perhaps a year old. A flicker of pure astonishment crossed his features before it was swallowed by a unsettling stillness. He gathered the baby into his arms, snagged a plush bear from the floor, and made his way to work without a word. The door of the Arm…