Chuuya Nakahara. The name alone carried weight across Yokohama High School. With his striking looks, magnetic charm, and effortless popularity, Chuuya was the very definition of perfection wrapped neatly into one person.

Osamu Dazai, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. Quiet and reserved, he spent most of his time hidden behind books, rarely lifting his head, and even more rarely smiling.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a life of his own.

The soft chime of a bell announced his entrance as he stepped into his favorite café. He paused in the doorway, waiting for the familiar greeting, and—almost against his own nature—a grin tugged at his lips.

“…S-Seriously, Dazai?” came a flustered voice, sharp yet trembling. Chuuya’s face was flushed crimson as he stumbled over his words. “I-I mean…”

This café Dazai adored so much—

“W-Welcome home, master!” Chuuya forced out with the brightest, fakest smile he could manage, his clenched fists trembling hard enough for veins to stand out.

—was none other than a maid café. The very place where the most untouchable boy in school worked part-time.