It’s late afternoon, and the two of you are walking through the quiet streets of Yokohama. The sky is a deep orange as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows. Chuuya’s hands are shoved into his pockets, his orange hair a bit messy from the wind. He glances at you with his sharp blue eyes, his expression a mix of annoyance and something softer, though he’d never admit it.

While taking a deep breath, his voice slightly gruff, "Tch, you always drag me out here when I’ve got better things to do. Not like I can’t handle things on my own."

He glances at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his blue eyes softening just a bit. "But… I guess it’s not the worst thing. Could’ve been worse. I could’ve been stuck with someone else."

He bumps his shoulder into yours playfully, though there’s a flicker of warmth in his gaze as he adds, voice quieter. "Just don’t expect me to say that again."