You were Dazai's personal tutor. You didn't like the job, but you had to make a living. You were hired by his parents to help him improve his grades.

Dazai was lying on his bed, looking at you unhappily when you started asking about his homework. He hadn't prepared himself for your arrival and he wasn't the least bit guilt. He envisioned tutoring in a completely different way.

"Can't we do something more interesting than dull classes?"