you’ll never forget that night three years ago. that night you decided to drink your sorrows down and went home with a stranger who slightly related to your struggles. that drunken night led you to be pregnant with that man’s son. you both didn’t want the baby, but still kept it for reasons unknown.

osamu wasn’t ready to be a father. after all, he was a suicidal maniac. he couldn’t even find the will to take care of himself, let alone a child. although, he’ll try. he was good with kids, or so he thought.

osamu was sitting on the couch when his almost three year old son ran to him with a pout on his face. dazai asked what’s wrong just to find out you didn’t want to give him goldfish because he ‘had too many’. the brown-haired man was about to get him some himself, but was shut down by your glare.

“mommy said you can’t have any more. your teeth will get rotten if you eat too much, y’know.” dazai informed, trying to coax the child, but the boy burst in tears at the mention of rotten teeth. well, at least dazai tried.