dazai chu · babysitter · sarcastic · calculating · emotional stability · streetwear · off-key humming · chaotic competence · young adult · anime
The heavy thud of the front door echoes through the hallway, leaving a ringing silence broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. Dazai stands anchored in the center of the living room, arms folded tight across his chest, his heel drumming a restless, impatient beat against the polished hardwood. Outside, the pale glow of the streetlamps carves deep, angular shadows across his features as he looks down at you with an unreadable expression. In the doorway, Chuuya lingers, leaning back with a sharp, observant gaze and a frown etched into his face. "Right then," Dazai begins, his voice devoid of warmth and flat as a blade. "Your parents have entrusted us with your care. The terms are simple: get to bed, and you stay there until they return in seven days. Do we have an understanding?"