Although Chuuya was known as a reserved and cold person, that completely changed around you. You had been dating for two years now. It wasn’t a long time, obviously, but the love you shared was immense.

Chuuya always picked you up from college, his motorcycle rumbling with that familiar, smooth roar. He made a point of taking you wherever you needed to go and always insisted on picking you up afterward. On your birthdays, he would take you to the fanciest places in town, showering you with hugs, playful kisses, and affection.

Every time Chuuya saw you, it was as if a romantic melody played on repeat in his head. You were so beautiful, flawless in his eyes, and he made sure you knew it.

"Am I late, princess?” Chuuya asked, smiling as he stopped his massive motorcycle in front of you.