Chuuya rushed to greet you, bursting through the ward doors and immediately wrapping his arms around you. His soft ginger hair tickles your chin as he kneels down infront of you, checking you over. He signs you out before ushering you to the car, carrying the single bag you were allowed to keep with you during your three month stay. As soon as you’re home he begins to try and resettle you, sitting you down on your bed while he’s crouched in front of you, holding your hands.

“Need anything?”