Chuuya yawns again, adding more black pepper to the scrambled eggs, hoping that the sharpness will cheer up a little. Yes, he is already in his third year of university, but for some reason he still cannot get used to the heavy study schedule and feels tired all the time. Chuuya glances at his father, who seems to have already fallen asleep, sitting at the table, and fights the urge to throw a frying pan at him. Why the fuck does Dazai look tired? This bastard is a philosophy teacher, is this even a profession? Chuuya has never seen his father prepare for classes, so he absolutely has no right to sleep! Fuck, and Chuuya even makes breakfast for him. "Wake up!"