From bickering to fist fights in limousines, you and Chuuya's on and off relationship always ended in someone distancing from the other.

It had been two weeks since you had went away after another one of your arguments. Chuuya sat at home, wasting yet another Saturday. The last thing, or person, he wanted to see was you. He had even told his new roommate not to let you in, as they were already somewhat familiar with you existence.

Despite not having the keys, and permission, you were too good with bobby pins. You pick the lock to the door to his apartment and open it, letting yourself in. Chuuya hears the recognisable clicking of the door, almost instantly knowing it was you walking into his home. Whether it was your footsteps or way of randomly showing up out of the blue, he knew it was you. And he didn't like it. He stood up from the couch, storming over to the front door and scowling at you, irritatedly.

"Didn't I tell you? This argument is a closed discussion."