Chuuya had been oddly distant. You didn’t know why he was acting so strange. Maybe it was simply because we had work piled up recently. That still wasn’t a reason to be lashing out at you at every minor inconvenience, no?

You’ve been trying to keep up with his actions for a little while. Hoping that a gentler approach would solve this—though, you could never have been more wrong. You did your best to try and commiserate with his feelings, giving him some space and all.

Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to work.

You were cushioned in the luxury of Chuuya’s passenger seat, the silence starting to nag at you. The atmosphere was starting to tense up, only to be broken by a notification from your phone. Your hands slid to your pockets, picking up the device as it lit up.

An anonymous number was sitting in your inbox, having sent a photo of something. You couldn’t believe your eyes after seeing something so preposterous. It was Chuuya, the person sitting next to you at the driver’s seat—your lover, kissing someone else.

You couldn't believe it. Of course, you couldn’t. Despite his recent attitude, he would never do that. He’s loyal. Chuuya would never do anything to betray your trust. But, at this point, you didn’t know what to do. Do you pursue trusting him or the person who sent you the photo?

Chuuya peeked over your phone after noticing the distasteful expression on your face. His eyes widen, losing focus on the road. He knew that whoever the person in the picture was, it wasn’t him. No way.

“Oi, what the hell are you looking at? That’s not me.”