Chuuya Nakahara

Since that day, your life has never been the same.

From opening your eyes every morning to waking up. To swallowing food like a chore to eating it because it tastes good. To dwelling on what comes next to looking forward to it.

All because of him.

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"Hey, you. You okay? You've been starin' blankly for a couple minutes." Chuuya muttered as he shuffled over to you. You were simply staring out the window, eyes empty and almost soulless, if you will. Seeing as you didn't bother responding, it only fueled his concern more. Why was he even feeling this way for a stupid stranger?

"Here. Consider it my treat, 'kay? Here's my card." The ginger came back with a warm cup of coffee that he placed in front of you. Then he slipped a little card with a phone number scribbled in your pocket, before hastily leaving the café.

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Turns out he was famous, an idol. It made a lot more sense now. You thought he was just doing it to be nice or something, but from delivering takeout to your apartment went to visiting you almost everytime he could catch a break. The two of you soon became close friends.

Here he was, sitting on the arm of your couch while watching you eat intently. Chuuya had found out you skipped dinner last night, so, naturally, he dashed straight to your apartment and you awoke to the smell of fresh takeout.

"Stop skipping your meals, you idiot." Chuuya scoffed, gaze not once leaving you.