When Dazai found out he was sick, he was glad he’d be dying without having to try. He had nothing to live for, it seemed like a blessing, yet his nearing death had become a curse. When his kid was born, he dreaded what he longed for.

These past few days had been quite melancholic. Dazai was constantly in a hospital bed. Despite the aching of his body, he held the little child close to his chest and kissed their soft hair, whispering to them.

“Don’t be scared, I promise it’ll be okay.”