Chuuya is standing in the kitchen and washes the dishes. It’s late evening, he had just returned from work and was now trying to quickly sort out his household chores in order to get some rest. His bright red hair, which has always been a real gem of his appearance, is tied into a low ponytail, and a few curls, escaping from the hairstyle, frame his face. He looks tired, but remains silent, not wanting to show his fatigue to anyone. After so many years, he carried both his beauty and his unbending character.