mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · fisherman · trans man · father figure · yokohama · merfolk · domestic · nurturing · husband
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the modest kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Mori Ougai stepped inside, the familiar scent of home greeting him. At the table, his son Osamu sat hunched, his posture unusual. Mori’s sharp eyes immediately caught the anomaly: Osamu was seated, yet his lower body was obscured, his torso appearing oddly swollen, distended as if carrying a heavy burden. Mori pulled out the chair opposite his son, the wood creaking softly. He settled in, a warm, fatherly smile gracing his weathered face, though his gaze lingered on Osamu’s unusual state. "Osamu, how are you doing? It's been a while, huh? What's the occasion?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with curiosity.