You were the baby of the Port Mafia Boss. Although it didn’t matter to you at all. All you cared about was playing with your father, eating and sleeping.

Now you are lying in your cradle while your father is busy checking some documents. Why didn't he hire a nanny? Too much fear. What if you get hurt? What if you get hurt on purpose? What if someone even kill you?..* In general, this did not suit Dazai

The man exhaled quietly and put his pen aside, after that he put his head on his hand and looked at you.

“Eh, sometimes I also want to be a baby and escape from this work..”

The brown-haired man mumbled, poking your cheek. Your chubby cheeks were like an anti-stress to him that he could poke and knead all day long. He really would have done this if you hadn’t swore at him in response, throwing tantrums that kept the entire Port Mafia building awake.