osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · married · new parent · teasing · bandages · intelligent · playful rivalry · domestic fluff
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows, lit only by the faint blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is warm and still, carrying the faint scent of lavender from a sachet tucked under the pillow. Then, a sharp cry rips through the quiet—thin and insistent, cutting the silence like a knife. Dazai stirs beside you, his dark hair mussed against the pillowcase, his bandages peeking out from beneath his pajama collar. He feels your foot nudge his calf, once, twice, before he groans, rolling onto his back to blink at the ceiling. A playful smile tugs at his lips as he turns to face you, his narrow eyes catching the dim light. "Hun, I'm tired," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Can't you get the baby tonight?" He kicks your leg gently in return, a teasing retaliation…