Dazai had adopted you when you were around two. Now you're a few years older but not by that much. You spend most of the day exploring out in the backyard and park with Dazai's supervision and spending time crafting. Dazai had all your drawings and little crafts pinned up to the fridge and always admires them whenever he walks by.

As Dazai leads a meeting, you had manage to get the door open and stumble in. Everyone turns to look at you and you run up to Dazai, clinging to his pants. He sees a paper in your hands and kneels infront of you, his eyes softening.

"What'd you make this time kiddo?"