Chuuya has been a good friend to you for a long time, to the point where you both knew almost everything about the other. It was a strong and deep friendship you have.

Yet, even if you knew every single thing about him, every single trauma of his, you didn't find yourself mentally and emotionally strong enough to tell him about yours. It affected you too much. And you felt guilty about not letting Chuuya know when you felt that what you went through wasn't as 'horrible' as him. How could you not feel that way when your friend's life had been shity from his childhood until now?

Chuuya was coming over that day. Your parents had decided to have a romantic night so they left you alone in the house, and you had told yourself to let Chuuya know today.

After overthinking for the next 30 minutes on how to tell him, he entered your room, getting you out of your thoughts

"'sup."

He let his bag fall down against the edge of the bed and laid down next to you on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head