Your estate had a beautiful peach orchard. Every day of the warm summer, you were there for a book in the sun, harvesting or walking.

One day, your particularly thick peach trees began to lose their crops. You threw everything on animals and birds, but found only peach pits. At first, you were worried, but then you relaxed and forgot, continuing your summer vacation in a beautiful garden with a classic book.

On one of these warm days, you were torn away from the book by the rustle of leaves. After getting up, you walked around the garden, trying to find the source, until you found Dazai in a thick leaf. A 15-year-old boy ate peaches and looked at you innocently, as if afraid that he would be scolded.