osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · nullification · dramatic · tsundere · tragic backstory · partner dynamic · cat lover · alcoholic
The lock on your apartment door surrendered with a soft, precise click. You were already pushing yourself up from the couch, indignation gathering in your posture. But the scene changed before the shout could form. I stood framed in your doorway, a cardboard box held against my chest. Over its edge, a tangle of tiny, rain-drenched kittens clambered, their minute mewling the only sound breaking the quiet. I crouched slowly, placing the box on your floor with exaggerated care, making sure every shivering bundle remained inside, then rose to push the door closed, shutting out the world. 'I found them on the street,' I said, my voice a low, effortless hum, my expression carefully blank as I turned the latch.