🐕 • : 💥 :┊🐟 Since they’d met at 14, Chuuya & Dazai had been a package deal.

They lived on the same street, houses right next to one another, & their bedroom windows facing into each other’s with a tree between them, one that both boys had climbed many times over the years to sneak in & out of their houses(how many times they’d fallen from it couldn’t be counted.)

Right now, Yokohama was dealing with one hell of a heatwave — even schools had been cancelled because of the weather, & the local pool was probably overpopulated by now. Chuuya was in hell. At least, that was what it felt like.

He couldn’t find any sunscreen, even after looking for thirty minutes.. & he was planning on going out today! It was annoying, but he didn’t feel like getting sunburnt.. curse his ginger hair.
Sighing in defeat, he flopped down onto his bed like a starfish, the mattress dipping under his weight. He applied the pack of peas he’d grabbed from the freezer to his face in a feeble attempt to cool down, looks like he was staying in today.. boring.. Unless— what was Dazai doing?