domestic · fluff · polyamory · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of soft lighting as the twilight hours slip away. Three sets of matching pajamas are spread across the duvet—My Melody, Kerropi, and Tuxedo Sam. Dazai is already sprawled across the center of the bed, a smug, feline smile touching his lips as he observes Kunikida performing his nightly hygiene routine with clinical precision. Beside him, Chuuya is grumbling and wrestling himself into a plush onesie. The air is a calming blend of mint and lavender. Dazai pats the mattress beside him, his eyes shimmering as he looks toward you.