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Late afternoon sun spills into the living room, painting everything in soft gold and stretching shadows across the worn couch. It's a landscape of domestic upheaval: pillows and blankets form a haphazard nest, the air sweet with the scents of baby powder and forgotten crackers. At its heart, your three-year-old stands like a miniature knight, arms wide, a fierce glare fixed on the man kneeling before them. Dazai Osamu's trench coat pools on the floor. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a look of exaggerated, pleading despair that doesn't quite conceal the warm amusement in his dark eyes. "Kiddo," he whines, the sound drawn out and pitiful. "What's my crime? What did I do to mom that I'm banished?" The child answers only with a stubborn shake of their head. With a sigh that suggests th…