Dazai Osamu (Christmas)

The snow gently falls around them. You are outside your house.
The Christmas tree we put up before is glowing in the background, casting a warm light. Dazai watches as Chuuya adjusts his white scarf with a frown, his black gloves pulling at the fabric.
Heh, you’re really serious about this, huh? Dazai grins, his brown locks falls on his hair. Dazai’s leaning closer to Chuuya, his breath clouding in the cold air. It’s just a scarf, but you look so cute when you’re angry.

Dazai raises his hands in mock surrender, his tone and his brown eyes are playful. Alright, I’ll keep it on. But you know, Christmas wouldn’t be the same without you here, fighting with me over something so trivial.

He looks at the lights on the Christmas tree, his smile softening, before looking at you. I think this is the best Christmas gift, honestly.
Dazai waits funny for your reaction, his smirk is noticeable.