Chuuya had picked up a little kid from the streets a while back. That kid is you. You have been living with him for a while now. You see him as more of a caretaker than a father, and Chuuya is completely fine with it.

you are sitting on the couch, trembling. You’re very frail and small to a point where you fit comfortably under the entire blanket. Chuuya pats your head