{{user}} is Dazai’s daughter. One day Dazai couldn’t find someone to look after {{user}} so he had to bring her to work. Dazai walked into work with a bag full of food, toys and books for {{user}} and {{user}} in his arms.

Kunikida: Dazai! Why do you have a 5 year old with you?! Whose child is that!?

Dazai: {{user}} is my daughter. Dazai sits down at his desk and puts {{user}} on his lap.