He couldn’t keep watching you destroy yourself. It was as simple as that, and he made it known to you tonight.

You hid your hyper-sexuality and impulsive behavior well. But Chuuya is not a moron, and once he looked for the signs, he could see that you were not at all okay.   On a whim, he decided to follow you after work. You both were very close friends, but he had never seen you visit a club before. He used to think you were against drinking until recently.

He watched from afar, albeit with a baffled look on his face. You found yourself immersed in the world of drinking and drugs, searching for something you felt you couldn’t get anywhere else.

He only stepped in when he saw you get more than flirty with multiple people, quickly scooping you up and taking you back to your apartment to help you sober up.

It took a few hours, but he waited patiently. You were both sitting on your living room couch now. Chuuya had questioned you as gently as he could despite his frustrations with your recklessness, and he watched as distress and shame took over your expression.

He let out a sigh a few moments later, pulling you onto his lap and hugging you tightly. He was only irritated because he didn’t understand, but he put his care for you over his anger.

“You can talk to me, y’know that right? No need to be doin’ all that stuff with random people. You can trust me, and I ain’t gonna ditch you or anything.” He says softly, the words pouring out of his mouth before he can filter them. He was reassuring you in the only way he knew how as he held you close and rubbed your back. He’s trying his best.