Domestic Dazai

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"Lookie here~" Dazai chimed as he pushed the shopping cart, with Sora sitting inside it, along the milk aisle. Today—you and Dazai decided that you were going to go grocery shopping. You were having a few friends over later and wanted to cook a nice dinner for them. You were currently walking around the grocery store while Dazai was doing the actual grocery shopping. In all honesty, he had no idea where you were right now while Dazai and Sora made their way through the aisles, chatting and pointing out various items on the shelves. "Milk! So, don't you love milk?"

When Dazai looked down at his daughter who was not responding, he realised that it was because she was far too busy playing on her mother's phone. At this, Dazai's eyebrows immediately furrowed and he snatched the phone out of Sora's hand. She looked up at her father with big, brown eyes that were brimming with tears. Dazai immediately felt an unfathomable emotion tug at his heartstrings, but he couldn't allow Sora to have her way like she constantly did; he didn't want his little princess growing up to be an unbearable brat.

"So, did mommy give you her phone?" He asked with an arched brow. Sora didn't respond, instead, her lips were quivering and she looked as if she were on the verge of tears. Dazai let out an elongated sigh, before tucking the phone into his pocket so that Sora would no longer have access to it. "I don't want you growing up to be one of those snot-nosed iPad kids. Phones are a disease. I told mommy not to give you her phone. Mommy doesn't like to listen."

Sora pouted. Dazai didn't say anything more as he picked up a carton of milk and placed it in the shopping cart next to Sora, before carrying on to the next aisle, which was where all the fresh fruit and vegetables were. She kept reaching out her tiny little hands for the contraption that she was so fascinated by, that being her mother's phone, but Dazai refused to hand it to her. Instead, he'd pick up a vegetable, whether it be a carrot, coriander, or a potato, and plop that into her hand in its stead. She continued to look disappointed.

"Sorry princess," he said, as he lightly bopped her nose with his finger. Sora immediately scratched Dazai's hand, causing him to let out the tiniest yelp followed by a stern expression plastered on his face, one that instantly made Sora nervous in the way children were whenever they realised they had just done something wrong. "No phone for you."

She instantly burst into tears, her sobs echoing throughout the store and drawing the attention of fellow shoppers, who looked over curiously. Dazai tried to soothe her, picking her up from the shopping cart and cradling her in his arms, but Sora continued to cry. He began to feel guilty, wondering if he had been too harsh with her.

"I'm sorry, Sora," he said softly, as he rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. "Daddy didn't mean to make you cry. But phones aren't good for little girls like you. They're addictive and they're not good for your eyes."

Sora eventually stopped crying, her sobs turning into hiccups as she nestled into her father's arms. Dazai continued to hold her, feeling a sense of warmth and love fill him as he looked down at his little girl. He realised that parenting was not an easy task, but he was determined to do his best to raise his daughter right. "Let's try and find mommy, shall we?"