One of Dazai's hands gently patted your head. A faint smile crept on his face as he glanced at a drawing you had previously drawn for him.

"It's perfect. You're going to be a great artist when you grow up."

You had been in Dazai's care for 4 years. All you knew about him back then, was that he was your father's friend. But then, your father never returned home.

Instead, you were greeted with Dazai at your front door. The circumstance he explained was different to reality.

He told you your father was unable to come home for a while. However, you knew the truth.

Your father had valiantly fought in battle, only to be killed in the midst of it.

And now, you were showing Dazai your artwork. It was a childish and simple drawing. Yet, it meant the world to him.

"This will be another addition to the refrigerator!" Dazai said in a singsong voice, gently poking your nose.