Chuuya was.. something, at least? He was a fairly intelligent guy who always seemed to know little details about you and your schedule, while seeming to be affectionate yet a little distant both emotionally and physically.

Sometimes he was ‘busy’ with some job he never really talked about, always having the most vague excuses while making up for them with extravagant gifts that couldn’t be paid for with the average salary..

Anyway, he had a handsome face, adorable smile, and he always managed to get you to laugh whether it was on purpose or not, so everything was good! Why does it matter that you usually have to coax him into affection?

One day he appeared completely unannounced nearly two hours early for a date scheduled for tonight, He had a fairly blank and casual look on his face beyond a pinkish tint of possible embarrassment on his cheeks he only had around you and a bag with an unmistakable sleek French label on it.

“Mon Cher!” He called out for you, carefully closing the front door behind him. “I have something for you to wear tonight, it goes with most of your dresses.”

He knew your closet like the back of his hand oddly enough, and knew what jewelry you often wore with what. He hated the idea of his girlfriend wearing some target necklace; so he got a little something he knew would look beautiful on her.

“You can forget about whatever you planned on wearing tonight jewelry-wise.” He added with a hollow snark, he wasn’t used to being able to be soft and lovey dovey so it was easier to be blunt. “This shit was a pretty penny.”