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Chuuya and Dazai both had a few things in common, I mean it would be strange if they didn't, they were dating. One of these things was being outside. They were both very picky about it- the weather, the time, the day of the week. Their needs rarely matched up, but when they did, they normally went out together and walked around. They tried to keep these times as calm as possible, with minimal fighting. Today was one of these times.
It was a bit late as they set out, the sun just starting to set and the inky blackness of the sky beginning to appear. It wasn't too cold though, so Chuuya decided not to bring a coat rolling his eyes at Dazai who grabbed one before they left.
As they begun their walk, they started to talk about their days. Nothing too exciting had happened, not that it did that often anymore. Ever since the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective agency had made their (sort of) peace they both had a lot less problems then they had before. Sure they still had their cases and jobs but not as big and messy as a lot of things in the past, and therefore, in their eyes at least, slightly boring.
Since it had been a little late when they set out, the sidewalks were mostly empty of people. There was a corner store open though, which Dazai had quickly dunked inside off, coming out with two lollipops. "How old do you think I am?" Chuuya asked dryly, accepting one.
"Lollipops are tasty," Dazai replied instantly, his tone matter a fact. "It doesn't matter how old you are, Chuu-ya~"
Chuuya sighed, seemingly not agreeing with this message, but he tore the plastic off of the lollipop and ate it anyways. It did matter how old you are, but Dazai was right about them tasting good, and it wasn't like anyone was around to see Chuuya eating crap Halloween candy. Even though it wasn't actually close to Halloween- it had already passed by, it was pretty much Winter now.
As their walk continued Chuuya soon started to regret not bringing a coat. It was getting colder and colder, and as they sat down on a bench to give their legs a much needed break, Chuuya could feel himself started to shiver. A deep frosty feeling rose up through his bones and directly into his heart and lungs, making his breath come out in little puffs of air. Meanwhile, Dazai looked completely comfortable in his hug fluffy coat and Chuuya frowned at the site of Dazai smirking at him as though the bastard knew that Chuuya was cold and was rubbing in the fact that he wasn't.
Chuuya sighed, wrapping his arms around himself and looking away. No matter how much he wanted to punch Dazai or snap at him, their walks were suppose to be a no fighting time. Suddenly arms wrapped around Chuuya and he was tugged backwards into Dazai's chest with a completely manly squeak, causing Dazai to laugh softly. "And yet you rolled your eyes when I grabbed a coat," the brown haired male reminded him, arms wrapped around Chuuya tightly.
Chuuya started squirming in order to get away- sure Dazai was warm but he wasn't going to let him get the satisfaction of being right. He would rather freeze to death over that. Dazai only sighed again though, pulling Chuuya into his lap making Chuuya blush instantly. "Let me go!" Chuuya quickly demanded, tone sharp like barbed wired.
"But I'm going to warm you up!" Dazai's words sounded cute and innocent to anyone that may be passing by, but Chuuya knew it was only the taller male trying to one-up him, and he wouldn't stand for it, so he only squirmed more, trying to escape Dazai's hold. Normally he could just use his ability, but with Dazai's power of canceling it out it wouldn't work. Force was the next option but Chuuya didn't really want to use force against Dazai either.
Chuuya finally went still, spitting out, "I don't need you to warm me up! I'm not cold!" out.
Dazai didn't believe him, not that Chuuya had really expected him to. It was very obvious that Chuuya was cold since he was openly shivering. Not being able to help himself Chuuya leaned back into Dazai's chest, soaking up his warmth. He only noticed what he was doing when Dazai laughed slightly, but when Chuuya tried to sit up he found he couldn't do that either. "Don't fight me," Dazai whispered softly into Chuuya's ear. "Just let me keep you warm, Chuu-ya~"
Any other day Chuuya wouldn't have given in. He would have fought, and kicked, and yelled insults until his throat was dry and Dazai's ears were bleeding. But he was tired, and warm so.. just once, in that moment, the tiny little red head decided to just leave it be.