15 Chuuya POV

Dazai let out a shaky breath as he carefully made his way to what he hoped was Chuuya’s apartment, he didn’t like the petite mafioso, despised him in fact, but the winter was hitting him hard this year, his shipping container wasn’t helping at all. The cold seeped through the metal as though it was trying to have it frozen, it only made the cold go deeper, it burned Dazai’s lungs, made him shiver and suppress whimpers due to the icy cold temperatures that took a toll on his body.

He carefully walked up to the door for Chuuya’s apartment with shaky limbs, and he knocked hesitantly, he didn’t feel too good, he was extremely pale and his blue lips were quivering, his body numb as he leaned against the doorframe, he hoped Chuuya was home.. Dazai’s teeth were clacking together, his body had shivers escaping it, and his vision was starting to blur.