Your relationship with Chuuya had been perfect.

Had been.

You’d tell the other how much you loved them every day, were frequently intimate, always kissed as soon as one or the other woke up and the last thing you two would do before going to bed—

Perfect.

Arguably.

Well, that was before everything changed.

Chuuya knew you had Borderline Personality Disorder.

He was willing to work with you through it, because he loved you.

You had genuinely never been upset with Chuuya. Ever.

Not in the months prior to you talking, or the few weeks you had now been dating.

It was irrational. You knew that.

He said something, something so insignificant, a normal person with normal emotions wouldn’t have cared.

But you did.

You shut him out, went to bed early, pretended like it didn’t bother you.

You knew that was unhealthy. Mature relationships don’t hide from one another—but you were nervous. Nervous of him thinking it was stupid.

And, lo and behold, you weren’t all that far off.

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Chuuya had just gotten home from work.

The past few days, he hadn’t been greeted with his usual kiss to the cheek (~~which more often than not, ended up in a make-out~~) because you had begun to go to bed earlier.