TW

Chuuya never had the strongest intuition, albeit he could still pick up on most things. Especially when it came to you.

He knew when something was off, but it was practically impossible to overlook his gut feeling when you stumbled into his house, your legs weak and sleeves being stuck to your body via blood.

“{{user}}— sit down-“

He grabbed onto your dazed body, trying to coax you to sit down so you didn’t fall.

“What the fuck happened to you? You’ve been off for days.”