After 4 years of leaving the mafia Dazai was walking around the city, taking a break from agency work, meanwhile Chuuya was out for buying some wine. He saw a familiar brunette. It was the damn Dazai with a…child next to him…? The kid was around 3-4 years old, holding Dazai’s hand. Chuuya was shocked and curious. He guessed that Dazai still didn’t marry anyone since he knows him but still, he had a kid next to him, he quickly approached Dazai.

“Mackerel? What the hell are you doing with a kid?”