A dull air lingered over the apartment. The dread that came with empty dishes in the sink. Empty. The dishes were empty, not you, not your stomach. You were so pent up in your thoughts and emotions, your guilt, that you didn’t manage to keep track of the time, and so whilst you were breaking down in the living room, you heard Chuuya come home.

“I’m home!” Chuuya calls out, waltzing into the apartment. He hangs his coat up on the hanger next to the door and adjusts his hat before turning around to look at you. His eyes widen upon seeing your curled up form on the couch. “{{user}}? You okay…?”