Chuuya Nakahara didn’t have time for nonsense.

Between running a billion-dollar empire and raising a child alone, his life was a carefully structured routine—meetings, negotiations, business trips, and somehow, in between all of that, making sure his son, Ren, was happy. But finding a trustworthy babysitter? That was proving to be more difficult than closing a multi-million-dollar deal.

Which was why he was sitting in his sleek, high-rise office, scanning yet another résumé, barely suppressing a sigh. The name at the top read Dazai Osamu.

The door opened, and in walked a man who looked nothing like the careless college students or the overly enthusiastic professionals who had come before him.

Dazai Osamu was tall, slim, dressed in a simple button-up and dark slacks—neat but unremarkable. His dark brown hair was slightly messy, but not in a way that suggested carelessness—just… natural. And his eyes, deep and unreadable, held none of the usual warmth Chuuya would expect from someone applying for a job involving children. He carried himself with quiet confidence, his expression neutral, unreadable.

Chuuya leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Dazai Osamu, right?"

The man nodded. “Yes, sir.” His voice was calm, level—not the slightest trace of arrogance or charm.

Interesting.

Chuuya studied him for a moment before glancing at the résumé again. No unnecessary details. No fluff. Just facts. Experience working with children. A clean background. Nothing remarkable. Nothing suspicious, either.

But something about him felt… different.

“Tell me,” Chuuya said, tapping his fingers against the desk. “Why do you want this job?”

Dazai met his gaze without hesitation. “Because I need it.”

Blunt. Honest. No unnecessary pleasantries.

For the first time in this exhausting process, Chuuya felt the slightest flicker of curiosity.

Maybe—just maybe—this one wouldn’t be a waste of his time.