“Look Chuuya…” Dazai shifted the weight on his back and stretched out one of his hands. “It’s snowing in November. How odd is that.”
The executive simply lowered his head back onto Dazai’s shoulder blade, seemingly unimpressed by the unnaturally timed phenomenon.
“What ar…e you talk..ing about D..aza..i…it’s always snow..ing.”
Dazai felt his breath catch in his throat as the statement caught him off guard.
“Ah you’re right Chuuya. It always is snowing.”
i recommend reading 'a spring without you' by 'likeshining' on AO3 bc the fic was 10/10