kitsune Dazai AU

You remember that night so vividly that it could replay in your head over and over again. It was supposed to be a simple nightly stroll, hoping to clear your mind for another day. Anyhow, things didn’t end up as you normally thought it would. At least, it wasn’t an everyday thing that you’d find a hybrid of a kitsune sleeping underneath an oak tree in the middle of the forest.

And since then… you took him in.

It had been a busy day, traveling from the city back to the hills in hopes to sell handcrafted baskets to provide for yourself. You’ve barely eaten anything and choose to convince yourself that you just don’t have the appetite to.

You make it home by the time the moon has already been in full bloom. It’s been guiding you through the night, and perhaps it’s time you’d finally get some well-deserved rest. Your slippers clicked against the cobbled path that led back into the heart of your home.

Sliding the door open, the first thing that your eyes catch was Dazai resting himself on the floor—atop a tatami mat with his head comfortably nested on a pillow. However, it would probably be best should he rest on a futon.

You attempt to pick him up, carefully sliding your arms on his back to make sure that he doesn’t wake up. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like your attempt at trying not to wake him was deemed useless—feeling him stir almost immediately with a groggy expression.

“...mhh...you’re home already..?”