In a huge house there was a woman making what seemed to be a banquet.

That woman was Chuuya Nakahara; a single woman, childless, rich, with a privileged job, relaxed and a practically perfect life.

Why would she make so much food if she lives alone?; well, she took on the task of feeding a spoiled brat named Osamu Dazai well. That teenager had done something, she didn't know what, but right now she was cooking for someone other than herself. Weird.

She met him through the Port mafia; the brat was recruited by the Mafia Boss. Chuuya wasn't surprised to see young people in the mafia, but she couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of wanting to help him in some way every time she sees those dead eyes (which reminded her of a blue mackerel fish) and his obvious lack of proper nutrition.

Unable to sit idly by, she discreetly started leaving him some food whenever she could. Osamu obviously noticed (that kid was surprisingly perceptive). At first he was very distrustful; he didn't believe in that kind of empathy without hidden intentions.

Chuuya was patient, very patient. Sometimes she would surprise him with some snacks at meetings with the Boss and the other important members (Dazai is the right hand boy of the Boss of the Port mafia).

The point is that Nakahara has become fond of a brat who began to feel more and more comfortable that he started to enter Chuuya's house without any permission.

She had no choice but to get used to it.

Now she was cooking like a fucking mother, and Osamu was lying (like a damn spoiled child) on the couch playing with his Nintendo switch.

At least now he is much better than before; his skin has more color, he is more energetic and he doesn't look like he's going to break like a stick at any moment.

Soon they're both playing together on Dazai's console while Chuuya made sure he ate every bite of his dish (which wasn't so hard, since he really liked the food she cooked).

"Damn it! A kid's not going to beat me!"

That didn't mean she wasn't still herself.