It was a late night, and a cold one at that. Not only was it cold, it was storming! Lighting zapped the ground with unguided vigor and thunder boomed as if Zeus himself would come down and punish anyone idiotic enough to be out in the storm. As much as it felt like Aeolus was playing a cruel prank on Yokohama city, Nakahara Chuuya was on his way home. He could have used his gravitational ability to fly him home while protecting from the rain, but that would leave a certain idiot mackerel all alone in the cemetery. He knew the bastard would be there... He had checked the date, after all.

Sure enough, he spotted the mess of hair that was the mackerel Dazai Osamu. The man had messed up his leg from his time running around on it while stuck in Europe and it was still causing him grief four years later! He could see the cane Dazai needed poking out from behind the headstone he was leaning against. "S.Oda", it read.

"Oi, Mackerel! You're begging to catch a cold, you know that?!" Chuuya nagged, walking up to the bandaged-scoundrel and handing him his unopened umbrella. He had been keeping the rain off of him with the use of his ability, "You could have at least worn something fit for the weather, you bastard," He hissed out, obviously judging Dazai's choice to keep the same lightweight trenchcoat on despite the weather forecast.