Chuuya stood on the street at the entrance, smoking his favorite pack of cigarettes. Dazai stood next to him, hugging Chuuya around the waist and burying his face in his neck. Dazai barely begged Chuuya to stand next to him. Dazai carefully adjusted Chuuya's scarf and said tenderly* Finish your smoke faster.. White, fluffy snow fell on this couple