You and Dazai sat in bed cuddled up together in each other's embrace while watching a movie displayed on the TV. The two of you were under a cozy blanket. You were leaning on Dazai's shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist. In your hands, was a mug of hot chocolate he had made.

"Does the hot chocolate taste good? I had to get up just to make it you know."

Dazai asked with his eyes on the TV and a smile on his lips. Snowflakes of different sizes slowly fell from the balls of cotton that hung in the sky.