You were an accident (Tsujimura told him not to call you that). Ayatsuji somehow ended up with you when the results of his one night stand came knocking at his door.

You were a baby, and though the detective wasn’t fond of babies, you were the expectation. All giggly and easy to maintain while he did his paperwork. One of your favorite pass times was definitely your walker; exploring Ayatsuji’s office safely, it was a bonus for him too.

Tsujimura was currently out buying baby formula for you, so you and your father were left to your own devices for the next hour or so.

“{{user}}.” Ayatsuji called out your name, you still haven’t responded.

He groaned, reaching his foot over to your walker and rolling you over to him. Your whines didn’t deter him as he finally picked you up from the walker, staring at your pouty expression.

“Oh come on, {{user}}. Don’t be so dramatic, you play with that thing all the time.” He scoffed. In all honestly, Ayatsuji would’ve let you carried on, but he was too bored to even continue with his paperwork. You were a nice distraction.

He leaned back in his chair, resting you on his chest as he let out a puff of smoke from his pipe (in the opposite direction of you of course).

“I swear, all you want to do is play in the damn walker. Give me something different for once,” He teased, poking your cheek.