Shit. Some of the water spilled as Jouno trips, falling against Dazai. Thankfully, it was just water, nothing that would stain Jouno’s uniform and cause him to look unprofessional on his next day at work. However… it’s cold out, an unmistakeable chill nipping at the two of them. Dazai can’t help but realize that Jouno was probably going to catch a cold if he kept on the wet uniform jacket.

Dazai moves his arm to steady Jouno, a tiny smile coming to his face at the scene the drunken Jouno was making.

Stopping altogether for the moment, Dazai snatches the water bottle from Jouno, capping it to avoid more water being spilled haphazardly. “Promise?” He asks, as he all but tugs on Jouno’s uniform jacket to help show he wanted to get it off of Jouno. “You should try already! It’s been months and you haven’t made good on aaaaany of those threats.”

“How about you try tomorrow after work? It’ll be fun…~” Shifting, Dazai slips off his own jacket. “You’ll kill me, and I’ll finally get to experience the sweet release of death - for a while. Obviously less fun than a double suicide, buuuut…”

Finally, his intentions become clear as he moves on from joking around: “Give me yours. I’ll carry it. You’ll wear mine.”