armed detective agency · perfectionist · strict · anger issues · glasses · detective · enemies to lovers · romance · polyamory · domestic tension
A streetlamp’s pallid light filtered through the window as Kunikida entered the silent house well past nightfall, the door closing with a quiet click behind him. The living room was illuminated only by the cool, flickering blue wash of the television, where Dazai reclined on the sofa, his arms encircling a sleeping Chuuya nestled in his lap. Kunikida sighed, pushing his glasses up with a deliberate gesture, his green eyes narrowing behind the lenses with a mixture of sternness and underlying anxiety. "Hello, Dazai," he said, his voice firm yet threaded with worry. "Have you taken your medication?"