❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

: ̗̀➛BOYHOOD

"The world dying, it was like the signs of that."
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  "Chuuuuuuyaaaaaa!" (Y/N) sung out, sounding much too upbeat and expressive for the early hours of the morning sun.

She waltzed past the door to Chuuya's apartment, which she definitely wasn't allowed to be in, nor given the key to, and peeked around the open area that made up both Chuuya's living room and kitchen.

"Slug? Have you gotten impossibly tinier to the point of being unseeable?" (Y/N) prodded around Chuuya's couch before she caught sight of the cracked open door that led to what was Chuuya's bedroom. Sunlight poured through the small opening and highlighted the tiny dust particles floating through the air.

(Y/N) stood still, waiting for any kind of sign of life from beyond the door. It would be a shame, or an inconvenience at most, if her partner were to die on her now.

The silence was greeted with quiet, almost inaudible snores that (Y/N) recognized right away. She sighed dramatically at the noise and stepped further into Chuuya's apartment, making her way to the bedroom door, opening it fully.

There, she was gifted the 'gorgeous' sight of Chuuya passed out on his mattress, all sprawled out and uncomfortable looking, actually resembling a slug. The comforter was kicked off to the edge of the bed, most of it in a tangled pile on the floor. Only half of Chuuya's pillows remained on his bed, the drama queen finding it only necessary to have at least seven to fit his luxurious standards. (Y/N) and her two pillows found it obnoxious.

However, Chuuya himself was in no better condition than his bed. He had on only a white t-shirt and grey loose shorts. His shirt was riding up due to his contorted position, revealing a peak at his unfairly toned stomach and very prominent V-line that his low waisted shorts failed to cover. (Y/N) almost sent herself into cardiac arrest at the sight, immediately having to avert her gaze and focus on anything other than Chuuya's body. Maybe this was her karma for coming here in the first place.

"Chuuya, it is ten! Ten! I've even let you sleep later today! You need to get out of bed and actually exist," (Y/N) reprimanded the limp body as she strolled around the room, poking at Chuuya's belongings, specifically things she wasn't meant to be touching. In her defense, Chuuya would argue she shouldn't be in the apartment at all, however (Y/N) chose to ignore him most of the time anyway.

When she got nothing but snores in response, (Y/N) took it upon herself to do things the slightly-harder-yet-way-more-entertaining-way.

She left the room in a bit of a rush, the excitement of her evil plotting striking up the adrenaline in her. Once she reached the kitchen, (Y/N) opened cabinets carelessly in search of any type of cup. She settled for a basic glass and violently turned on the sink faucet, filling the cup up with tap water in seconds.