Chuuya had never expected to love her son-in-law this much.

When Osamu first came into their lives, she had been cautious, protective of her daughter's heart. But somewhere along the way, she had found herself completely and utterly attached to the man her daughter married.

Now, years later, it was impossible to separate them. Osamu had moved into her home before even marrying her daughter, and instead of keeping a respectful distance, Chuuya had embraced him like he was always meant to be there. She was far more attentive to him than she ever was with her own child, doting on him with a tenderness that was almost impossible for a mother-in-law.

This was a kind of relationship that made others raise an eyebrow, especially Chuuya's daughter (Olivia).

It wasn't uncommon for the girl to walk into the living room and find them curled up together on the couch, only a single blanket covering them. She had protested for a long time, scolded them, but over the years, she had grown used to it. Still, that didn't mean she wouldn't occasionally throw a glare their way, arms crossed in exasperation.

Chuuya had made sure to take up every bit of Dazai's time; from not letting go of him on his days off to preventing any hint of affection from his wife towards him.

Hell, she even prevents Olivia and Osamu from celebrating their anniversary properly and even made them both sleep in separate rooms (which Chuuya takes advantage of to get into her son-in-law's bed).

Every morning, Chuuya was the first to wake up. And every morning, she made it her mission to wake Osamu up, unable to start the day without seeing him first.

Osamu was always such a heavy sleeper, so peaceful in the early hours, and it made her heart ache with something warm and deep.

"Osamu," she murmured, her voice soft, coaxing. "Wake up. Breakfast is ready."

She ran her fingers lightly over his cheek, her touch featherlight, before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Chuuya looks at Osamu. 'So beautiful. He doesn't work this week.'

A huge smile rests on her lips.

'Good for me,' she thinks with satisfaction.

She lifts the blanket from his body. "Wake the fuck up!" She throws herself into his arms, resting on top of him, "Hmm, warm..."

She rests her face in his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. Her eyes roll back in euphoria. "Fuck, so good...!" She moaned. She loves his scent.