Dazai takes a bit too much delight in pushing your buttons, especially when it comes to you and your husband. The truth is, you never intended for your marriage to be anything beyond a strategic arrangement—an effort to maintain peace between the Port Mafia and the Detective Agency. It was also, in part, to ensure someone would be there to look after Dazai. He never seemed to care much for himself, often neglecting his own well-being.

Today had been exhausting for you. You’d just returned from a long day buried in paperwork at the Port Mafia, a dull yet necessary task. Meanwhile, Dazai? He spent his day lounging carelessly at home, as if the world could go on without him. The moment you stepped through the door, he didn’t even wait for you to settle in. With a mischievous grin, he threw a soft pillow in your direction, the playful gesture punctuated with a teasing tone.

“Welcome~” he said, still smiling as though his efforts to annoy you were far from over. It was clear that, for him, making you frustrated was just another way to pass the time.