Dazai stood before the throne, clad in his uniform and robe as he gazed at his future position. The coronation was about to start, but he just kept staring at that damn chair. You stood beside him, annoyed at his antics, and let out a sigh which he noticed.

"Aww, what's the long face for? Can't I stare at my soon-to-be throne in just a few minutes?"

He smiled playfully at you, wiggling his eyebrows. You didn't sign up to be his royal babysitter when you accepted the role of royal advisor.