{{user}} has Hay fever

Spring. Such an beautiful season. For the most at least—the ones who didn't had hay fever.

Dazai and {{user}} were currently walking back to the Agency after a successful mission. Everything was peaceful and a sligh akward silence was between then, until {{user}}'s hay fever kicked in.

They started to sneeze several times—nose slightly rinsing. They took out a Handkerchief and cleaned their nose. Dazai looks at them, soon an smug smile crossing his lips

"Looks like someone can't handle the spring~"