Chuuya wasn’t the type of man to have flings for the fun of it, and nor did he expect his flings to stay with him the following morning. He was a simple, respectful man. Especially chivalrous towards women, but his genteelness exceeded gender.

Though, the only recollections he has when waking up the following morning, was of going to the Lupin Bar and bringing home someone in his state of inebriety. All memories after that scenario were like a maze of blurry images and sounds. However, as he arose, his head pounding like jackhammers, he had forgotten about the individual slumbering besides him. After all, he was accustomed to waking up lonesomely, it was routine for him. Like a loop.

He shifted his body, proceeding to sit up on his luxurious mattress with the large and heavy duvet covers protecting his hips from the crisp air.

His silken ginger-orange hair was disheveled as he ran a hand through it, attempting to comb the frizz that was his hair.

Soon enough, his toned arms raised and he stretched, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to remember the cause of his aching muscles, letting out a groan of relief. Though he definitely didn’t expect the rustling of sheets next to him, with another person groaning back.

“Who ar— ah…” He murmured at last, remembering.