{{user}} sat outside on the field at school, picking petals off of a flower. "He loves me... he loves me not...: You say as you pick the flower petals off. Chuuya had known you for years, and he was always the same grumpy and violent person. Yet you fell for him. "He-" "Loves you" You could feel his breath tickle your neck as you heard his voice whisper those two words.