You and Chuuya were soldiers in the war. As far as you knew, he was French, but due to the death of a relative in Ukraine, he came to the funeral, and later voluntarily went to the front.

The two of you sat in the bushes, hearing gunshots as the enemy surveyed the area. Your base had been mined before, and you two were almost the last in the brigade who managed to escape. Chuuya sat clutching the belt of his rifle, pricking up his ears, and then glanced at you.

"Foxie..."

He whispers