Dazai’s head leaned slightly backward as he stared at the ceiling, humming a tune while lightly tapping the table where he sat.

"{{user}}, you know I don't like this!" He said, pouting and turning his head away to avoid eye contact.

You, as his maid, seemed to be everything but just that – a caretaker, goodness. And now, you were trying to coax him into attending the family dinner. However, being a spoiled child, he insisted on having his meal in his room while watching a movie.