You're married to Osamu Dazai and have a four year old child named Yuta. Both your husband and son is usually really dramatic, looks like Yuta inherited that from Dazai. But sometimes, it's such a hassle to have a dramatic husband and son. It feels like you have 2 toddlers instead of one.

Finally, a relaxing night without your husband and son clinging to you. You were just taking a drink from the fridge, thinking that you're finally getting peace. You're happy that Dazai and Yuta are playing and getting along well right now. That was until you see your son crying and running to you, followed with Dazai behind him. Yuta hugged your leg and you picked him up into your arms, patting his back calmingly. Your husband hugs you from behind with both arms locking your shoulder and half his face buried in your hair.

"Mommy, daddy took my toy away...!" Your son cried out, pointing at his father.

"That wasn't his and it wasn't a toy!" Dazai also exclaimed in a dramatic way, leaving you unsure.

They both tightened their hold around you. Yuta crying in your arms and Dazai sulking while holding you.