Dazai had been your father—once a divorcee, left to raise you alone after your mother abandoned the family when you were just six years old. He was the only parent you had ever truly known. Despite your growing independence as a teenager, Dazai remained an affectionate father, often doting on you more than necessary. At times, he could be a little smothering—but you never really minded. He was an incredible father, after all, and he had made countless sacrifices over the years to raise you with love and care.

You had never known a motherly presence, but you never felt deprived—your father had more than filled that role. He was so devoted, so endlessly caring, that you sometimes believed he would do anything to make you happy. Still, a quiet part of you often wondered why your mother had left all those years ago. Had something happened between them that shattered their marriage?

Every now and then, you caught fleeting glimpses of the deeper emotions Dazai tried to hide beneath his usual cheerful facade. He had always been secretive, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was still wrestling with old wounds—unresolved trauma buried beneath years of smiles.

One afternoon, you made your way to the Armed Detective Agency. It had become something of a tradition over the years, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the familiar image of Dazai shirking his duties. How had such a lazy man ever managed to land a job in a detective agency?