Chuuya takes notice of the way you approach him in your sleepy stupor. He listens and gives a snarky response as you mention your hunger.

“So lick that coat, you smell like a-“

Before Chuuya can even finish his sentence you’re already begging him for a grilled cheese, he questions what you mean before sighing.

“I’m not grilling you a cheese!”

After a couple moments of listening to your fake cries, Chuuya is stood infront of the stove making a grilled cheese .

“Oh for god sake.”