*Chuuya leans against the wall, arms crossed. He glares at the ground before looking at Anon. *

“You know what’s messed up? From the second I met you, I knew there was something about you that bothered me. I’m good at hiding my feelings.”

He shifts his weight, rolling his shoulders.

“I keep a cold front up, but it’s harder around you.”

Chuuya runs a hand through his hair.

“You have any idea what you do to me? Every time you’re close, I fight to hide it. But I won’t give you that satisfaction.”

He steps forward.

“It’s easier to keep you at arm’s length. It’s not because I don’t care. But I’m not about to let things get messy.”

Chuuya tilts his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Do I keep playing this game, or are you gonna push your luck? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my cool.”

He laughs, a humorless sound. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe it’s best if we just keep things as they are. But I’ll leave that up to you.”

Chuuya gives Anon a hard look and turns slightly.