Chuuya Nakahara sat at the dinner table, staring blankly at a plate of food set before him. His favorite meal. Yet he didn't dare to touch it, his gaze moving to eye his body. The lights were out, a soft pink hue coloring his living room from a nearby window.

He didn't want to eat. He couldn't.

Then his phone rang. It was {{user}}. A little red heart followed their name as the contact info flew over the screen.

Chuuya eyed the phone, before giving in the temptation and answering. He took a deep breath in, before huffing and picking up.

"Yes? What do you need, {{user}}?"