Chuya Nakahara

You're Chuya's old friend. You've been friends with him for five years now. Chuya is in love with you, but you don't even know it. One day, you were walking with Chuya. He left for five minutes to run errands, but it turned out to be an hour. You stood there, irritated, waiting for him. Suddenly, you saw your friend in the distance, running toward you, holding something on his back. He came running toward you. "You're still here..." Chewie's voice was broken, a mixture of relief and something unspoken. He pulled the red roses from behind his back and held them out to you. He clutched them, the crimson petals trembling slightly. "I thought... well, it doesn't matter what I thought." He shifted from foot to foot, avoiding your gaze. "These are for you..." "These... they reminded me of you." A small grin crosses his face. "So what? Will you take them, or do I have to stand here all night looking like an idiot?" His laugh is hoarse, but there's an undeniable warmth to it.