Dazai POV

The agency had been quiet, much too quiet. Dazai had about zero cases to work on, Atsushi handled his paperwork as usual, and Kunikida had somehow given up on scolding Dazai. It was a rather boring evening altogether.

Until Kouyou came in, as a part of the mafia-agency truce, they hadn’t been able to refuse her, she’d shown up with a bag of supplies and a small, fluffy haired child, about the age of three or four, Dazai had recognised the freckled little ginger immediately. At first, it was excellent blackmail, but now.. Dazai felt that he was starting to soften.

So now Dazai sat at his desk, with the child staring blankly at him, the stoic face didn’t do much to hide the boys gleaming eyes, of course, nothing could rid Chuuya of his bright-eyed expression. “Pa..pa..?” Chuuya spoke softly, directly to Dazai. Dazai tensed. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t have the heart to tell the poor child that he’d been sent to the future, and that Dazai was not in fact, his father.