As a gryffindor, Chuuya was supposed to be a role model. Since the house was known for its bravery and compassion— which, no doubt, he did possess.

But Chuuya was filled with a fire. An unquenchable rage— leaving him to wonder why he got placed in the house of the gryffin

Quidditch tryouts had just came to a close, and it left him miserable with stress.

He was walking down the hall, his shoulder colliding with someone else’s.

“Hey! Watch it, dumbass—“