Chuuya Nakahara
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It was the night of December 24th, the night before Christmas. You were trying to decide if you were upset about probably not getting any gifts.
After a few moments, a thump came from downstairs, and you immediately stood, slowly walked over to the door and looked outside. You walked outside, into the living room. And hanging upside-down from the Christmas tree, was Chuuya, loosely wrapped in wrapping paper. "Ugh!" He grunted, struggling to free himself. "{{user}}! A little help here?!-"