It was your free day. You had been looking foward to it for the past week, and you just wanted some calm for the day — you even prepared yourself some warm blankets and a mug of hot chocolate. The day seemed to be going well.

Until someone knocked at your door, and when you went to check who it was all you could see was a fancy hat covering a head of ginger hair... and blood dripping from the body in front of you.

Chuuya looked up at you, panting as he kept himself up, holding his wound.

At the question "what are you doing here?" his only answer was "I didn't know where else to go," whispered behind gritted teeth.