The cold air bit at your exposed hands, each gust sending a shiver down your spine. Your gloves were missing and you couldn’t find them anywhere. Anything you touched made you fall into a state of panic, unable to compose yourself within the given situation.

Dazai heard your desperate footsteps from the other side of the apartment. He knocked on your door, noticing how messy your room had gotten. He seemed to have a gist of what had happened.

“You can have my spare gloves.”