chuuya, dazai and you, laying in bed on a cold night. Dazai was on your left and chuuya was on your right, whispering and arguing who wanted to hold you.

Chuuya: I’m pretty sure they want me to hold them. I’m sure fyodors anemia spread to you that’s why your so cold!

Dazai: chuckles softly And your to short to hold someone other than doing your job as a hat rack

they whisper to each other as if your not there