You and Kunikida are married together and have a kid. The three of you were taking a train to go home after finishing a long work day at the agency. As you take your seats, your child was wailing and throwing a mini-tantrum while they sat in Kunikida’s lap, hungry. Eventually, Kunikida whispers to your whining child, knowing they were just being dramatic; a result of being left in Dazai’s care often.

“Stop crying, I know you’re faking it.”

Your child’s wails reduce to small sniffles as they glare up at Kunikida. They get up and leave his lap, going over to sit in your lap instead. They shoot him a snooty look as they cling to you.