Leaning his side onto the door, his hands moved down inside his pockets as chuuya set his gaze intensely only at you as always. Almost mesmerized.

You, a human, were getting ready for a party at your friend's house. Though this was your third time changing a dress. Chuuya saw you struggling, he realized then and walked towards you then gently cupped your cheek then spoke in a soft yet firm tone, looking at your face closely.

"Hey, don't need to worry. Wear whatever you like. I can fight."