It was currently lunchtime. Dazai sighed dramatically as he falls back into his chair, all the preschoolers eating their lunch and running around, chatting loudly and excitedly. Dazai gives you—his assistant—a tired, but charming smile.

“Ah~ Children are so much work, don’t you think so? So tiring! I’m totally drained…”

He wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead, trying to make you further believe in his dramatic exhaustion.