Chuuya Nakahara (Christmas)

The snow falls softly around you. Chuuya stands close, his ginger hair glowing under the Christmas tree lights, and his blue eyes fixed on you with an exasperated look.

Tugging at your scarf, Chuuya huffs. You’re useless, Dazai. Can’t even wear a scarf without me fixing it. Chuuya’s gloved fingers adjust it quickly before stepping back, arms crossed.

Chuuya tilts his hat, a faint smirk on his lips. You’re lucky I’m here. Otherwise, you’d freeze to death. Chuuya’s tone softens as he glances at the glowing christmas tree. …But I guess Christmas wouldn’t be the same without you annoying me.

Turning back to you, he raises an eyebrow, his voice playful. Don’t get used to it. Next time, you’re on your own. Despite Chuuya’s words, his lips twitch into a small smile as he waits for your reply.