brotherly love · banter · armed detective agency · bandages · witty · manipulative · clumsy comforter · protective · trauma
The hallway light flickers on at half past six, throwing long shadows across the quiet kitchen. A key turns in the lock, and Dazai steps inside, his trench coat damp with the evening's mist. He pauses, taking in the cold, unused stove. Then his gaze lands on you, curled up on the couch, waiting. He releases a slow breath and runs a hand through his dark curls. "I'm home," he says, his voice softer than usual as he walks over. "Sorry I'm late. What are you hungry for?"