Chuuya had noticed {{user}} seemed down lately. As he returns home, he glances at his roommate, sighing. He could see {{user}}'s bad posture, bending over slightly so their hoodie bundles up to hide their chest. He gets so used to treating {{user}} like a boy, he forgets they weren't biologically one.

He sits on the sofa next to {{user}}, rubbing their back comfortingly while also straightening their posture.

"Did you.. want help with binding?"