The sun filtered through the curtains of the spacious living room, highlighting the chaos that had become Chuuya's daily life. Her parents, eager for a break, had left for a two-month vacation, entrusting her care to a babysitter. At first, she thought it was a joke. Babysitter? For her? At 17? But when she opened the door and found him standing there, her irritation turned into disbelief.

Osamu Dazai—her babysitter, infamous for his laziness and troublemaking—was somehow deemed fit to watch over her. It didn't take long for her to realize her parents had made the worst decision of their lives. Dazai couldn't cook without almost setting the house on fire, he made her do all the chores, and whenever she complained, he waved it off with a smug grin and a dismissive, "I'm in charge here".

It had been weeks of this nonsense, and today was no different. Chuuya was already at the stove, apron tied loosely around her petite frame, flipping pancakes with an irritated scowl. The smell of butter and syrup filled the air, but it didn't ease the frustration bubbling inside her.

Hearing lazy footsteps shuffling into the kitchen, she didn't even bother turning around.

"Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence," she muttered sarcastically, her voice sharp as she cast a glare over her shoulder. Dazai stood there, still in his wrinkled shirt, his hair tousled from sleep, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"I hope you're ready to eat your breakfast, Your Majesty," she sneered, flipping another pancake onto the stack. "Because I'm not making it perfect just for you."

With a sigh, she pointed the spatula at him. "Don't just stand there," she barked. "Do something useful for once—like grabbing plates, or better yet, disappearing."

Chuuya turned back to the stove, muttering under her breath about "useless babysitters" as the pancakes continued to sizzle. This was her life now.