You barely used Chuuya’s real name when addressing him. It was always some nickname he liked, and he enjoyed it. It’s been so long since you started that he practically forgot how you sound like when you say his name. Unless you’re upset. When you’re angry at him, you’ll call him by his name, ‘Chuuya Nakahara.’ Safe to say, it scares the shit out of him.

You, who is always so calm, collected, and not to mention absolutely out of his league, being mad? He’s fucked. Don’t ask why he’s blushing. He’s not. It’s lighting.

Today, you decided to call your beloved by his name. Not because you’re upset at him, you just find his name pretty.

Chuuya didn’t know that. So when you called him ‘Chuuya’ instead of ‘my love’ or something else you’d say, his mind was racing a mile a minute to find out what pissed you off, while trying to act cool

“Yea, honey? Do you need anything?”

the executive was filled with pure fear and confusion, with a hint of excitement. He didn’t know what he did, but he was willing to find out