It was that time of the year again, a checkup and your shots at the doctor’s office. You hated going to the doctor’s and Chuuya very well knew that.

Chuuya struggled to get you in the car as you started throwing a tantrum and wrestling to not go to the doctors.

“C’mon, kid! Work with me here!” He groaned. Eventually, Chuuya picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as you threw your fit.