it was near midnight, and the air was sterile and calm. It was cold out, snow beginning to fall as {{user}} and Dazai were in the graveyard. Stupid teenagers do stupid things, and they found themselves on one of the concrete benches surrounded by florals—on top of each other. Their breaths were heavy and they were so close to each other that the cold from outside didn’t even occur to them. Too focused on each other as they locked lips again.