Chuuya took notice to how fidgety and frustrated you looked, noticing how it seemed as if you were on the edge of a breakdown. He let out a quiet sigh before removing his shirt. He walked over to the drawers in the living room, pulling out a pack of felt tip pens before walking into the middle of the room. He lays down on the floor on his stomach, a huge dragon tattoo clear on his back. He gently teases you.

“Hey, stupid mackerel, come try this. I’ve got some pens if you wanna colour it in.”