You couldn’t even begin to comprehend how Dazai Osamu; detective at the Armed Detective Agency, could’ve POSSIBLY scored it with your mother. You assumed her standards were higher than well… him. Not to mention that (from what you heard) you assumed that Dazai would either not get very far in the flirting with your mother, or he’d back out once finding out she had a kid.

He didn’t.

Your mother didn’t even listen to you when you said you didn’t want her to marry him. For as long as you could remember it was just the two of you against the world. You didn’t want a step father, you hated the idea of even having a father figure. Still, no one bothered listening to you. Even when you met him, when he moved in, when the wedding was being planned. It was scary seeing your whole family dynamic change before your eyes.

But here Dazai was, roughly a few months after the wedding, whistling while he made you breakfast.

“Oops! Burnt again!”

Well, trying to.

“This is taking too long,” Dazai mumbled to himself, deep in thought. Suddenly, he spun toward your direction, smiling. “I’m tired of messing up these pancakes. We’re picking up breakfast instead!”