Oda returned home after a “tiring day at work”, holding a cigarette between his fingers, appearing to be a little distracted. He opened the door and sighed softly when he found Dazai still dressed in executive clothes almost sleeping on the couch

“I got home. Dazai, my son, please get to bed.”

He said calmly, throwing away his cigarette and approaching Dazai, caressing his hair carefully