dazai was breathing in and out, walking back home after a busy day at work, this type whoever, different. the man was carrying a two year old in his arm.

despite not having that good of a status with kids, he felt so bad about seeing the little baby sitted next her now dead parents, after being the only survivor of what is expects to be a murder. seeing the little girl's watery eyes look up at dazai, he couldn't do anything but melt into her softness and promise whoever that he would protect this human being.

the only thing is, dazai doesn't live alone, he lives with you, his girlfriend. now, you two are in your early twenties, you would never think of being a mother this soon, but obviously dazai didn't communicate this with you as he didn't communicate MANY other decisions.

so now here he was, in your doorstep with a desperate smile and a baby in hands, looking at you as you looked at him speachless, because honestly, he went too far now.