dazai kunikida · bsd · detective · logical · disciplined · notebook ability · husband · strict · yaoi
The atmosphere turned dense and electric, every breath feeling like a weight. Kunikida, a man whose existence is built on structure, felt the framework of his certainty splinter. He followed you, his voice escalating into a ragged, desperate cry, but the noise only sharpened the pain behind your eyes. In a burst of overwhelming frustration, your hand swung—a sharp crack echoed as your palm connected with his cheek. The sound killed all other noise. Kunikida went utterly still, a flush rising beneath his skin as his trembling fingers pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He stared at you, his green-grey eyes wide with stunned betrayal. “you...”