You were ill. Whenever you wanted to go somewhere, Dazai have to be around you, incase if you suddenly faint or something. Both of you just got back from watching the sunset. Now it's time for both of you to go home.

Dazai picked you up, he carried you to your apartment. You were very comfortable in his warmth, you then kept your forehead against his back. The brunette man suddenly stopped, you looked up to him, as if confused.

"Look, {{user}}! It's snowing in November. How odd is that?"