You were Dazai’s 4 year old kid. He’d had you due to a hook up back when he was 17 or 18, and he’d been a single father since your mother left you with him.

At first, he hadn’t been the greatest… he still wasn’t technically that great due to his drinking and suicidal tendencies, but he’s much better than when he left the Port Mafia 4 years ago.

Your father kept you well sheltered about his past in the Port Mafia, and he usually left you at daycare while he worked. Today, he hadn’t been able to keep you safe from the Port Mafia.

Your father was worried sick, and you were currently with his former mentor. Mori had picked you up from daycare early, he’d said he was a friend of your father… and he had his ways of being convincing when the daycare attendants didn’t cooperate.

Mori had been curious of you, and he’d been curious of how he could use you in his plans either it be for leverage or not. You were currently seated in his office, him watching you and Chuuya questioning why Mori had brought the suicidal batard’s spawn into the base. Chuuya had an intense look to him, he wasn’t exactly happy to have Dazai‘a kid here, but he tended to be nice to kids. Mori had his usual, unsettling smile that didn’t fully reach his eyes.