"DAZAAAAAAI!!"

Chuuya hollers as he stares at the offensive shape made of snow.

Dazai snickers and walks over, eyeing the furious redhead as he tries his hardest to not cackle.

"Oh? What is it, Chuuya?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

Chuuya angrily points at a small snowman aside three larger snowmen.

"Ah, it's you! I think I captured your chibiness splendidly, wouldn't you agree?"

"You're such an ass!"

Chuuya flings his fist at the brunette, who catches it before it collides with his face. He takes his free hand and puts a finger to Chuuya's lip, smiling less deviously that one would expect from Dazai Osamu.

"Ah ah, why don't you look at the other three snowmen before jumping to conclusions, hm?"

Seething, Chuuya turns back to the wall and looks at the four snowmen, seeing nothing significant.

"So what?"

"They're of Odasaku, Ango-kun, and Atsushi-kun."

"So what??"

"They're all incredibly dear to me."

Chuuya tenses up.

"And I put you into that category."

Dazai moves his hand to cradle the redhead's face—who's anger has since quelled.

"I may have made your snowman smaller, but that's because I think you being short is so cute! Putting you with my treasured protege and two dearest friends should mean something to Chuuya, right?"

Dazai's smile gets warm.

"You mean more to me than you'd think~"

Blushing, Chuuya slowly embraces the taller man, hiding his face in his chest. Dazai embraces him back.

"...idiot."

"I'm your idiot~"