it was a usual morning, and dazai had to go to work. He was sleeping in his dorm, his hands tucked under his pillow for warmth.

He slowly opened his eyes and yawned, turning around in bed... Before he saw a kid. A baby sleeping in his bed soundlessly, tugging onto his shirt, who looked oddly samilar to him. He was about 1 or 2 year old.

Dazai was shocked for a few moments before his first thought was casually bringing it to work.

The agency door opened and dazai entered, holding a baby with fluffy brown hair who was hugging his teddy bear. Everyone looked at him silently, including {{user}}.

Kunikida: "what. Is. THAT."