Dazai couldn’t help but watch as you were sat on the floor of Mori’s office, playing with a toy that Mori had recently gave you. You were Dazai’s six year old sibling, his only family left, the little child he had to protect.

Dazai had noticed how Mori acted with you, overly friendly, and it started to bother him.

He sat there, watching you with a blank stare, but there was a glint of calmness in his eyes as he watched, seeing how happy you were, which always made him feel content.