{user} can be anyone.

Chuuya grunted softly as he tugged at the fake fangs in his mouth. What the fuck did Mori use? Gorilla glue or some shit? Whatever. The redhead eventually gave up on pulling at his teeth with a huff. He got up from his bed and exited his room, heading for the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a whine glass, then grabbed a bottle of red wine. He poured the alcohol into the glass and picked it up once he was done, bringing it to his mouth for a sip. His fuckass fangs got in the way, though.

So, if he couldn’t drink his expensive as fuck wine, he had to get the fangs off, one way or another.

The front door soon opened, and in walked {{user}. They checked the living room for their boyfriend. Nope. No short ginger. Then the bedroom. Still not there. Then the kitchen, and there stood Chuuya, holding his mouth open and using goddamn pliers to get the fake fangs out. They were kinda working, but not a whole lot.