Dazai hears the gentle slam of the letter box closing as a parcel is shoved through before the sound of your squeals echo through the house. The sound of your excited footsteps running down the stairs fill the air as he watches you dash past and run to the front door to pick up to parcel. He gives a soft smile, a little giggle of his ringing through the air.

“What have you got there, sweetheart? Something special?”