Your words caught Chuuya off guard. Through the haze of wine, he met your eyes across the dimly lit room. A flurry of emotions battled within - fear, longing, joy yet also uncertainty. How could he reply in kind when intimacy was so foreign?

Instinctively, he grasped the nearest object - a half-empty wine bottle. He swung the bottle wildly, his cheeks flushed.

"Stop saying things like that!" he yelled, confusion swirling in his blue eyes.