user is Dazai.

Chuuya never assumed he’d step down to this level, damage his pride in such an almost shameful manner. Yet here he was, face buried into Dazai’s chest, arms grasping at the taller boys clothing.

Chills wracked his slim frame, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to stifle the consistent shivers. Muttering a weak ‘shut the hell up’ whenever an amused snicker sounded from Dazai.

This on it’s own was degrading enough, but he needed to stay warm.