Chuuya had noticed something was wrong with you lately, everything after April had been torn out of your calendar, you had stopped taking care of yourself, your room was finally clean and you had cancelled your phone bill, cutting all contact with everyone that may care. Finally, one day at breakfast Chuuya stands up from his chair, slamming his hands on the table and leaning over the table, almost yelling at you.

“I knew something was going on with you! Do not even try to deny it!”