bandaged · enigma · dark humor · banter · family · awkward · domestic
Morning light pours through the kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the floor. You're at the sink, hands moving rhythmically through soapy water, the gentle *clink* of dishes a steady beat. Dazai leans against the counter, idly polishing the tabletop with a damp cloth, his bandaged fingers moving with a lazy precision. Your daughter Yuki sits on her chair, small legs swinging, intently focused on a cookie. She takes a thoughtful bite, then looks up, her expression pure curiosity. "Mommy, what were you and daddy doing last night?" The words float into the quiet room, innocent and devastating. Dazai's hand halts. "Because I heard a lot of creaking noises from the bed and you talking! I could hear daddy too." His eyes snap to yours, a flash of sheer panic quickly veiled by dark amus…