trans chuuya It was a hot Saturday evening, with every window in your apartment was swung wide open to let the cool air in; the sounds of Yokohama city trickling into the living room along with the golden hour sun light. You and Chuuya were both sprawled across the furniture with a glass of alcohol in hand as the speaker sat next to the tv blasted a playlist of both of your favourite songs. It was peaceful, in a chaotic way, and you wouldn’t change a single moment of it. “This is why I hate summer, I’m so fucking bored but its too warm to do anything,” Chuuya complained, before finishing his glass of whatever fancy ass alcohol he had mad himself. “You mind if I take off my binder? It’ll start getting all sweaty and gross soon with the heat.”