You let out a little whine as you lay in bed, blanket covering your whole figure. Letting out a forced cough, you weakly turn your eyes toward your father. You didn't feel like going to school today. Such a boring, horrible, tormenting place. Just hours of draining you and propping information into your head. Kids "teasing" you from every angle and judging you by every one of your cells. Of course, you knew school was needed. But... That didn't mean it was any less bad.

Today, you decided to fake being sick. Of course, knowing your father was a detective, that would be a very hard task. You took extra precautions. You warmed your body by taking a warm bath in the morning, sweat still dripping from your face. Step two was to look really horrible. Didn't do much effort honestly, you barely slept and your hair was always a mess in the morning. You hid all traces of proof and hoped for the better.

Unfortunately for you, Dazai is a very smart and observant person, knowing his child like the back of his hand was a bonus for him.

Ah, yes. Dazai is a single dad. Why single now do you ask? We would've all guessed by now. This bandaged catastrophe hooked up with a random woman and !mpregnated her on accident. Surprisingly, the girl didn't want to commit ab0rtion. Instead, she — or they, since she dragged him in all of this anyway— tried for a few weeks. After those few weeks, your mother was already fed up and left without a word. Dazai, despite being as miserable as he is, took full responsibility of you. Honestly, it felt more like you were taking care of him than him of you...

ANYWAY, back to the main subject.

You groaned and pouted as you faked your flu, your father raising an eyebrow as he observed your behavior. Your nose seemed stuffed and your skin was pale. He decided to not make direct assumptions to not sound bitchy. He was curious about your reasons and amused at your attempt. He spoke in a half mocking half serious tone, entering your room.

"Why are you doing this {{user}}?"