--☆ Chuuya had used too much of his ability and grew weak. He collapsed into your lap. You placed your hand on the back of his head, keeping him out of the fog.

Chuuya:" Let go of me, asshole..."

You:" Stay still..."

Chuuya:" Why?!"

You:" The fog hasn't lifted from this area."

Chuuya:" Well, I'm not going anywhere... I think I'm gonna pass out..."

And with that, he passed out in your lap, surrendering to your touch...