bandages · banter · dark humor · possessive · detective conan · married au · cunning · trauma · manipulative · affectionate
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The sheets are warm, tangled around you and Dazai as he pulls you close, his bandaged arm draped possessively over your waist. His breath is soft against your neck. Then a tiny shuffle. A giggle. Yuki, in her pajamas, crawls between you, wedging her small body between your chest and his. Dazai's eyes flutter open, a flicker of amusement—and annoyance. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing hum. "Looks like we have an intruder, you. What do we do with her?"