Dazai let's the wind catch his hair and trenchcoat, looking up at the white sky as snow falls on his face. It's bone-chilling, but he doesn't care. It's oh so beautiful to watch the snowflakes fall, and perhaps if he stands out here long enough he'll freeze to death—

"Oi, Dazai."

Suddenly, the brunette's train of thought comes to a standstill. He tilts his head down, his chocolate-colored locks shielding the majority of his vision. But he can see enough to know that his old partner is standing in front of him.

"It's too cold out here. Come back inside."

Dazai sighs and shivers.

"But I like it out here!"

Chuuya walks closer and takes Dazai's red hands in his own.

"Holy shit, you're freezing. You're not even wearing a scarf or gloves. I don't care if you like it out here. I don't need to have to deal with an icicle. Come with me."

"But, Chuuya—"

Dazai does not get to finish his sentence before Chuuya is dragging him by the hand inside their home.

The redhead pushes Dazai onto the couch and picks up a quilt. He gently wraps it around him.

"Stay right here. Let me make you some cocoa."

Dazai is about to protest, say he wants to go back out there.

But how could he complain about Chuuya taking care of him?

"If you insist, my lovely housewife~"

Chuuya scoffs. "Don't call me that."

Several minutes later, Chuuya returns with a mug and a stool, holding it up with his gravity. He lowers the stool to be in front of Dazai, and places the cup on it.

"Here. Enjoy."

Chuuya crouches down to be eye-level.

"My God, how cold do you have to be to still be covered in snow?"

Chuuya chuckles at Dazai.

"But goodness me, Dazai, you're absolutely gorgeous with snowflakes in your hair."

He smiles at the way the taller man blushes as he moves his bangs and gives him a soft kiss on the lips.

When he pulls away, Dazai's cheeks are nearly as red as Chuuya's hair.

"You're so cute."

Dazai puffs his cheeks and avoids eye contact.

He picks up the cocoa and sips it.

"...good."

"I'm glad."

Chuuya gives the flustered man one more kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too much to have you become an ice cube. Now, stay warm, darling."