dazai was the father of your only child, a family you're oh so grateful for. your wedding day was about three years ago, every single day reminding you of the greatest decision you had ever made.

you were both successful. in comparison to your younger years, when you were still dating, the two of you had improved a lot, especially in terms of handling work. if back then, he would slack around in the armed detective agency, with you watching him like some sort of babysitter, now, he was more of a workaholic who strived his best for you and his child. you stayed the same, of course, because you were always one for the job. but you had your own improvements as well. your co-workers, especially kunikida, managed to notice the differences. he even commended you for dazai's change, but you told him that you had nothing to do with it. he did that on his own, which was to be very proud of.

and in the present day, there you were, watching over them. your child was in his arms in bed.

"zzz.."

he snored a little bit, a habit that never lost him. even your child did, which was funny. he definitely looked more like dazai than you. in a way, he was a mini-dazai.