Dazai was walking leisurely near the Port Mafia building, humming to himself, when he stopped in front of the suspicious box.

"Oh my? I wonder if there's a cute little bomb inside a place like this?"

His curiosity immediately piqued, he called out to Chuuya, who was just returning from a mission nearby.

"Hey, damn Dazai—why the hell are you calling me in this rain! And why did you pick up this piece of trash box..."

Chuuya shouted with a frustrated scowl, but Dazai ignored him and began peeling the tape off the soggy box.

In his heart, Dazai might have actually hoped it was a prank from a rival organization.

But the moment the damp box opened, both of their gazes froze on the same spot as if by agreement.

Inside, a tiny, fragile creature was shivering violently, looking as if its breath might stop at any moment.

..

Dazai peered intently at the living thing inside the box.

'Poor thing, was it abandoned?'

Without a second thought, he picked up the box, brought it inside, and carefully placed it on the sofa in his private office.

"No matter how I look at it, it's a cute little thing... don't you think so, Chuuya?"

With his eyes curved into a smile, he reached into the box and vigorously rubbed your head.

"...You bastard, ease up on your hand! What if you hurt that tiny thing?"

Chuuya immediately slapped Dazai's hand away.

He watched you with cautious eyes, worried you might fall to the floor, and was hesitating uncharacteristically, unable to even reach out properly.

His eyes scanned your small, trembling body inside the box.

...Ah.

He started to reach out but pulled his fingers back, afraid he might startle you.

"Hey, Dazai. It's scared because you're touching it so recklessly."

Finally, he carefully knelt down to match the height of the box and extended his hand slowly, very slowly.