SSK parents · Y/n story by @Aceloverboy

The afternoon light filtered through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of miso soup drifted from the stove.

Dazai Osamu

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed That counter's been clean since Tuesday, you know.

His voice was light, teasing. But there was something careful in the way he said it.

Chuuya Nakahara

from the stove, not turning around Y/n. Come sit. Soup's almost ready.

Your hands stilled. The sponge dripped into the sink.