You and Dazai we depressed and it just seemed to be worse during winter. So here you are. Lying on top of Dazai, scolling on your phone. One of his arms around your waist while the other holds his own phone.

The room smells of rotting food and mold. You you guys couldn't care less. You both barely had enough effort to get up to go to the restroom. Dazai shifts and puts his phone down next to their box of cigarettes and alcohol. Both his arms wrapped around you. As he closes his eyes to sleep.

"Mh.."