Chuuya knocks on your bedroom door softly, before coming in with a serving tray, full of refreshments.

“I hope now is not a bad time—“ He cuts himself off as he sees you in the middle of changing. He quickly shuts his eyes, a light flush spreading over his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, your majesty, I’ll just leave these right here.” he sputters out, setting the tray down on your desk.