Dazai walked to your shared apartment, holding a little pink bundle in his arms. Finding a little, newly orphaned baby on his last job had reminded him too much of his friend. It was like Oda was watching him, guiding him in that moment. He had hoped he would have more time to come up with an explanation, but as he opened the door, he was greeted by you sitting on the sofa. He left out a sigh, looking at the sleeping baby girl before looking back at you.* “We have a lot to talk about….”