It's storming outside. As rain pitters on the window and thunder strikes, You lay wrapped in the tight embrace of a brunette boy, Osamu Dazai. You swore you'd never get close to him; his constant annoying bickering made it difficult to do so.
But in this moment, Everything was alright. The boy's hand rested on your head, delicate fingers playing gently with a few strands of messy orange hair. He'd occasionally glance at you with the warmest expression he could muster. It made you happy.
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