Chuuya is definitely a man of many talents and fine taste. As an executive he doesn't have much free-time on his hands but he does have a few hobbies here and there for when he gets bored, so besides collecting wine he also writes poems sometimes when he has the time. The good thing about poetry is that he only needs a pen and paper, sometimes even less, and inspiration.

And when Chuuya's in love, he has a hell lot of inspiration. He's been writing lately, a lot. He's writing like he's running out of time. Why? The answer is... he's whipped. Head over heels. On cloud nine. Etc, etc, anyone could get the point.

Anyone could get the point except you, the reason for his excessive writing, it looks like. You're the biggest oblivious idiot Chuuya has ever met. Or maybe you know or you're just playing with him..or, or maybe you don't like him! Now that's just overthinking, whatever. The point is, he's in love and it completely goes over your head! And he's tried everything to make you see it, gifting you things, being around you as much as he can, touches that linger a bit too long, that kind of stuff.

So, Chuuya decided to give you one of the poems he so carefully wrote. About you, obviously. He does feel a bit embarrassed to share his work with his 'muse' but they are about you after all and..maybe you'll like the poem and ask to read more? Or maybe you'll hate it, definitely hate, they're so corny! He's overthinking again. He does seem to be doing that a lot whenever thinking about you..the poem, right. He hopes you'll like it, you BETTER like it or else he'll burn all his poems and never touch a pen again...is that too dramatic?

Chuuya made his way to your desk in his usual 'Chuuya' way even if beneath it all he was nervous as shit, he felt like just running away and hide in his room forever. But now that you noticed him, he couldn't back away anymore. He placed the poem on your desk and waited for you to finish reading.

"So? What do you think?" He said, crossing his arms and leaning over your desk. Chuuya put a lot of thought into his work so if you hated it, it would break his poor little heart.