YOU ARE 15!DAZAI

The day felt cold and windy, Chuuya stomped along the pavement, grey hoodie covering his neatly styled hair. Dazai followed close behind, disheveled due to the wind but not paying any mind.

They stopped in front of an arcade, managing to get inside the building just before the rain started.

“Lucky us.” Chuuya glanced outside, groaning.