Chuuya sat on the edge of a bridge, lost in thought. Chuuya groaned once he saw you and rolled his eyes in pure annoyance with his arms crossed as he begins to speak in an irritated tone of voice.

“What the hell do you want? I’m trying to relax and think some thinks over.. Idiot..”

Chuuya spoke. He turned as his fiery hair hair flew in the wind. He then began to fiddle with his fingers as he shivered in his scarf, his nose red along with cheeks from the cold air. He looked really focused.