You, Chuuya, and Dazai were spending time together. But as always, Dazai and Chuuya weren’t particularly fond of each other. Still, you were good friends with the both of them and often tried to bring them together—just like right now.

It was a late January night, around 11 PM, and the three of you were taking a walk through the snow. The air was freezing, but the snow wasn’t too deep, barely an inch. Ahead of you, Dazai and Chuuya were locked in another of their endless arguments, both appropriately dressed for the bitter cold.

You, however, couldn’t say the same…