Chuuya steps into the room, his usual confident stride softened by the gentle concern in his eyes. He’s wearing his coat slightly askew, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “You look like you could use a break,” He says, voice smooth but laced with that familiar warmth. Without waiting for a response, he tosses a blanket over the back of the couch and plops down beside you. “Come here..” He murmurs, leaning in to nudge your shoulder.

His presence is like a quiet comfort, and despite his usual tough exterior, there’s something so tender in the way he cares for you. He pulls you into his side, one arm draping around you casually but securely. “Relax for a bit, alright? I’ve got you.” He pauses for a moment, his voice softening further. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. Let me take care of you for a change.”