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Chapter 50 Meet the Dazai's

Made by @cataclysmiceve1 on Twitter!
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Content warnings: Mild violence, references to past trauma
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I decided to make the epilogue it's own chapter, but that means that the next one is our last! Stay safe!
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As far as babies go, Shuji isn't the worst when it comes to waking up during the night. Honestly, compared to most infants his age, he sleeps pretty well. But since they're both first time parents, for all they know, waking up three times a night is as bad as it gets.

"He's really such a quiet little guy," Kouyou hums, bouncing her nephew on her knee. "When Sakura was this age, it felt like she never stopped screaming her head off..."

Chuuya rubs at the dark circles under his eyes, nodding numbly. "This...is quiet?"

His three-month-old stares back at him with bright eyes occasionally giggling and offering a gummy smile when Kouyou bounces him. He's been a little less fussy than usual today—but it's been hard, particularly since Chuuya had to go back to work.

Dazai gets to take a little longer, mostly due to the privilege of his position, but even he has to go back in a few weeks, and then they'll be starting him out in daycare.

Chuuya's mother has been helping a lot, and with Mori reducing his shifts at the hospital, he's babysitting more and more often to bridge the gap, but Chuuya still feels like he could pass out from exhaustion at any given moment.

And it would be easier if Dazai was struggling just as much, but—

His skills as the 'baby whisperer' haven't waned at all.

Meaning most of the time, he can make Shuji settle down for a nap in just a few minutes, while for Chuuya...It can be a battle, at times.

"Well, trust me—" Kouyou smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Chuuya's mass of brown hair, "—he's actually a little gentleman."

Chuuya loves his son very much, but somehow, he doubts that.

And even when he starts to adjust to how to deal with Shuji's fits, he starts teething, and then it's like having to readjust to his son's entire personality all over again.

But, all in all, there isn't a second of it he would take back.

They never explain how fast children change. They try, but it doesn't really do any of it justice. Because one month of your life—that's nothing. That's four date nights, a trip to the bar with some friends, one case at work. For a baby, it's like a lifetime, and every single second he isn't watching Shuji, it feels like he's missing something.

And somehow, in the blink of an eye, a year of his life has gone by.

Which opens an entirely new stage of parenting, one Chuuya wasn't exactly prepared for.

It was a bit of a blow when Shuji started addressing Dazai as 'Dada' first, but Chuuya laid in wait, assuming his time would come.

They're sitting at the kitchen table on a Sunday morning, with Dazai reading over some work emails while Chuuya feeds Shuuji his breakfast— (scrambled eggs and banana slices—a disgusting combo if you ask Chuuya but hey, he likes it.)

"Kunikida is gonna kill me..." Dazai groans, leaning his chin on his hand. "But I don't think I'm getting through this today."