Chuuya always hated being called Gay. He despised it. Except when he was drunk. He would exaggerate when asked saying: “Hah? It depends on the man.”

You see, when asked his type, he would describe this perfect women. Yet, Chuuya had this odd attraction to you- it made him feel….fuzzy. He’d never admit that.

Of course you’d joke with him about his sexuality, saying he’s having a gay panic. Chuuya snapped and threw you against the wall.

“Damn it! I’m not attracted to men!” He shouts and holds you by the collar of your shirt. Yet, you looked so….handsome like this….he blushed with wide eyes.

Holy crap…was he just realizing he was gay? Chuuya didn’t let go, he just stared with a flushed, flabbergasted expression. He didn’t know what to say.

…awkward….what do you do?