dazai was never a man with a heart for one person, always out flirting with every woman he’d met, or gave him any kind of attention, which was most of the time. he always thought it’ll be like that always.

he was wrong.

a small cry woke him up, for the nth time that night, and he got up as if he was full of energy, because the owner of the soft cry made him feel like he could run the whole world himself.

“shhh, sweetheart,” he’d coo at the baby in his arms, “you don’t want to wake mommy up, do you?” he’d whisper while taking the small body in his slender and bandaged arms and hands, the little girl reaching his hands up to him with cristal eyes. that made his heart ache in his chest, so painfully beautiful.

he’d never believe himself if he were told his heart belonged not only one, but two beautiful girls.

his wife and daughter.