“Do I have to?” You whine to your father, who’s the current king of your kingdom, and the one who’s arranging your future marriage. Dazai stands by his mother, quietly, watching your situation go down.

It wasn’t long until your father pushed you over to him and left, and Dazai’s mother did the same. Now, it was just the two of you.

He cleared his throat. “Erm.. hi.”