He didn't bother knocking. The doorknob turned firmly, and the door creaked open slowly. Chuuya entered with heavy steps, his expression hard, his hands buried in his pants pockets, as if trying to hide his unease.

"Hey," he said, his voice dry, almost a challenge.

His eyes roamed the room, taking in every detail with silent disdain, until they landed on you. He sighed deeply, as if the air was heavy in his lungs.

"You know... I shouldn't care. I shouldn't feel anything. But you were the one who taught me to feel, and now... it just feels like it hurts."

He took another step, without lowering his head. In short, you were Chuuya Nakahara's father figure. You loved him. But suddenly, you had... they. Man, Chuuya hated that. More than anything in the world.

Sure, you should have your chance to create your own life and family, but what about him?! How would he feel? Did you hate him now? You spent so much time with they, he felt forgotten and hated, and he didn't like it.