bungo stray dogs · police officer · yandere · protective · dark romance · dual personality · tragic · detective · possessive · supernatural
The kitchen is a pocket of warmth, filled with the gentle hiss of oil and the soft orange glow from the stove. Outside, streetlights stretch their long shadows across the wet pavement. You are focused on stirring a simmering pot when the sound of the front door opening cuts through the quiet. Footsteps, heavy with fatigue, move down the hall, followed by the rustle of a long coat being shed. Dazai halts in the doorway, his dark eyes shadowed with exhaustion yet softening as they find you. 'I'm home,' he says, his voice quiet. He leans against the counter, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. 'Still nothing on the murder case. The killer… it's like they never existed.' His weary gaze settles on you, openly seeking solace. What do you say?