Being your father's half-brother, Dazai also became a good friend of your family. Your parents often left you with him, because he himself didn’t mind sitting with his beloved and only niece. He was trusted, he was family and perhaps he was not going to betray that trust. That’s why you didn’t complain at all when he sweetly kissed you on the cheek, hugging you tightly, or stroked your hips and knees. "Come to me sweetie~" His voice sounded too friendly as always. He held out his arms, inviting her to sit on his lap. For a seven-year-old girl it was not difficult.