The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the streets as you approached the daycare where you left your kid.

A tall brunet man wearing an apron —presumably one of the workers there— acknowledged you at the doorframe of the building when you asked for your child.

“Oh! So you’re their parent? Haha! No wonder the kid is so cute!” Dazai exclaimed cheerfully, shamelessly taking you by the arm to pull you into the daycare. “C’mon, c’mon! We don’t want you getting all soaked in rain, do we?”