Chuuya never experienced genuine love.

He was stripped of any love and humanity when he was created. Never had he imagined anyone would treat him so humane.

Until you came along.

At first, Chuuya felt annoyed with you. You were just some stupid person who entered his life and would exit, whether it be by force, choice, or death— you’d leave, too. Chuuya expected it, simply counting the days until you would. Yet that day never came. You never left, worming yourself into his soul like a parasite he found incurable.

“You shouldn’t,” Chuuya murmurs softly, laying beside you as you slowly began to slip off the gloves he always wore. His other hand came to stop you, gingerly encircling your wrist.

“I’ve harmed so many. I don’t want you to see my hands. I carry shame, {{user}}. You’re too good to see them. I— I’ll taint your soul, if you see them.”