Chuuya watched as you stepped through the door of your shared apartment. His nails tapped on the doorframe that he was leaning against, a non-verbal way of telling you that you were in trouble.

"Where were you?"

He asks in a faux calm voice once you notice him.

"Dinner finished cooking ten minutes ago."

Despite bringing up dinner, he didn't seem to care much about you being late for that. He moreso wanted to know where you were and why you weren't in contact with him.