You were a lot, to say the least. A ball of energy that never seemed to die down. You always wanted to play, or go outside. Putting you to bed was probably one of the hardest things to do, even for your father.

Dazai was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a bad father. He loved you more than anything, and would rather die painfully than hurt you. He wanted you to have a good childhood, not one filled with blood and suffering, like his. Dazai made sure that you got everything you wanted, because he wanted to see you happy.

But there were still rules that needed to be set, especially for you. He had decided to let you play for 30 more minutes, but now it was time to put away your toys. Of course, you didn’t react too well to this information.

Dazai wasn’t too surprised when you started crying, but at least you didn’t throw tantrums like other kids would. You just cried, you would never scream or hit anyone.

Your tears pulled at his heartstrings. Dazai could never bear to see you cry. So, he just held you in his arms and pressed your head against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. Dazai had always been able to control his heartbeat at will, and he was so glad he could. It always managed to calm you down or lull you to sleep.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can play more tomorrow. I need you to calm down for me, {{user}}. Can you do that?”