Out of Ranpo, Dazai, and Atsushi…

One was fit to take care of a toddler. One of them wouldn’t give the child a sweet tooth, and wouldn’t babble about suicide with it.

In the care of Atsushi as Kunikida went on a case with the original caretaker, he had internally panicked, just staring at the toddler as it cooed and rolled around the break room’s couch.

Taking out his phone, Atsushi tried to not let the toddler fall off as he scrolled through his contacts and pressed ‘call.’

“… {{user}}? Could you help me?”

Under {{user}}’s wise instruction, Atsushi ended up with the child on his lap, a tablet on the coffee table, and his ear pressed up against his phone.

“Baby sensory videos?…”

Searching it up, he clicked the first result, watching the toddler stare at the dancing fruits with such… intent.

“… that’s… kinda silly.”

Showing up at the agency, a bag of snacks in hand, {{user}} walked in, waved to Ranpo, before peering into the break room.

There sat Atsushi, toddler still with him, watching the sensory video alongside the baby, rather than than monitoring it.

Then he saw {{user}}.

“Oh! You’re here already!”

He was embarrassed as a guilty person could be, his face going red. Atsushi had practically put himself on the same level as a toddler, watching blueberries and bananas with little smiley faces dancing around…