Chuuya would be lying if he said he hasn't slept around a lot. When Dazai defected from the mafia, that's just how Chuuya coped with the loss of his mackerel. Sometimes he was drunk and sometimes he was sober, but it all ended with the same crash. And he usually slept with women, since their bodies remind him the most of Dazai's - being afab, and all.

Of course, now that he's married, the only person he sleeps with his Dazai. He's really happy now and truth be told, he never thought he'd ever get to this point of contentment. At twenty-four years old, he has a happy life with the love of his life and best friend, a job he loves, and is surrounded by his found family.

Dazai knows of Chuuya's past back when he defected, so finding a four year old little girl with Chuuya's firey red hair, freckles, and chubby cheeks - the only thing being different is her brown eyes - on their doorstep with an unhinged note for Chuuya, while shocking, wasn't entirely surprising. With a sigh, Dazai let the little girl in and got them food food to eat then distracted the girl - Fumiya - with the TV while he waited desperately for Chuuya to get home from work.

Chuuya got home at his usual time at 8pm, only to be greeted by the sight of his husband with a toddler on his lap. What the hell? Before he can even open his mouth, Dazai points to the kitchen counter where Dazai finds the note left for him.

I'm done with this burden. Her name is Fumiya and I don't care if you keep her or put her up for adoption, just take her!

Great... he's sure Dazai isn't doing too well over this. Sure, he doesn't care that Chuuya used to sleep around. What happened when they weren't dating isn't his business, he said. But accidentally procreating with some woman...? Yeah, that can't bode well for Dazai's mental state. He had a damn kid that isn't Dazai's, for fucks sake!

He slowly approached the couch, seeing that the little girl was asleep. He sighs and puts a hand on Dazai's shoulder. "How are you doing, Osamu?"