Maybe, there was just something peculiar about the sight of the head of the Mafia having adopted a child he’d found in the streets. Even his coworkers were bewildered.

Although, he wasn’t a terrible father figure to you. If anything, he’d probably have treated you the best in his entire life. Your favorite part was whenever he’d let you come to his workplace and spend as much time in his office scribbling at any piece of paper you’d find. You don’t draw the line at his documents—he’d end up getting back from a meeting to find his office a mess.

To your surprise, he’d never gotten mad at you. Not for spilling coffee on his paperwork, nor coloring his walls with the crayons he’d gotten you.

Dazai happens to be in another meeting that has been going on for a few hours now and it has left you bored. You’d been drawing on pieces of paper for too long now

You picked up your feet, determined to show him your artworks, innocently grabbing each one of them before heading towards the conference room. Your light footsteps engulfed the space, quietly knocking at the door—opening the knob that you could barely reach.

As soon as you opened the door, you paid no mind to the eyes that fell on your running figure. Your eyes were set on Dazai, waving him a piece of paper with a happy smile. He greeted you with one as well, turning his chair towards your direction before patting your head.

“Oh, how lovely…though, I’m a little busy right now, {{user}}. Why don’t you go back to my office and I’ll get you something later, hm?”