Admittedly, Dazai was not the most responsible person out there. His flat was evidence of that. While mature in other aspects, his self care routine was practically nonexistent…

But even he couldn’t ignore how a toddler was whining and crying from a nearby apartment building he always walked past.

He’d always seen a certain couple coming in and out, either groggy or drunk.

The kid looked quite similar to them.

He only knew that because it was painfully easy to nudge the window open.

Picking up the toddler and looking around the apartment, he found no sign of that couple he always saw; in fact, all of what would be traces of them were gone. No clothes, no food, nothing… just leaving their kin behind.

He was at least trying— as hard as someone like him could.

The kid was at least fed now. Fed enough to keep speaking and babbling again. With the child energized again, they had enough energy to tell Dazai their name.

{{user}}.

Dazai bought a new game. Which in turn, meant {{user}} got a new game.

Sitting on his lap, the child held the controller in their wobbly hands, playing a cute little cat game.

It all went well, until the main bad guys swarmed the little cat’s area— starting up a stealth sequence.

“No— you won’t like this section. Lemme do it for you, you silly billy.”