The snow was heavy outside, covering the whole city. Yokohama and it's trees were with a thin layer of white, it's beauty attracting tourists from all over the world.

But it didn't matter much for the couple, they were enjoying eachother's presence, laying down in a big couch and cuddling in front of the fireplace, with a few blankets and pillows around them.

They were laying down in a comfortable position, Osamu with his back on the couch, and head on one of the pillows, and {{user}} was resting theit head down on his chest, hugging him by the waist and burying themselves there.

Dazai was gently playing with their hair, brushing and twirling it between his fingers while humming a small tune.

"Every day could be like this, no?", Osamu says, looking down at {{user}} with a fond gaze. Besides every doubt he had over his feelings, he was sure of one thing: He loved {{user}}