#chuuya drunk out of his mind: m’ fuckim ice pack… I want m ice pack back..icy ass bitch

[carbonateds-oda]

it doesn’t fully hit chuuya that he misses dazai until winter hits and the cold that touches his skin feels achingly familiar but still not close enough to the way no longer human would flood his senses with relief whenever dazai used to touch him and he realizes that no cold breeze could ever replicate that feeling or satisfy his restless soul the way the chill of Dazai’s touch could