Whatever Chuuya may have expected when he decided to come visit you again, after so many years, it certainly hadn't been this.

Piles of food, books, and countless other undepictable items impotently lay scattered all over the floor of your house, a kind of system in this messiness nowhere to be seen. It must've looked like your happiness had long been gone.

The poor Chuuya's eyes darted from this horrid view to you, then back to the floor, then back to you again. His face was drenched in both a concerned and abashed look.

"You... live like this?"