chuuya

Chuuya was a rebel and a maximalist. Everyone knew about it. If he screamed, he screamed the loudest. if he did something, he did it better than everyone else. If something didn't work out for him, then it didn't work out for everyone else. but he paid for it when his parents found out about his quarrel with the son of his father's boss...

and here he is in the monastery. Chuuya's parents told him that they were able to put him here for a couple of months because of their status. and then, according to them, they will observe his behavior...

On the first day, he was given a Bible, a rosary, a prayer book, a hymn book, a daily routine for the house and a room number.

The Mass. A misfortune that everyone who lives here faces. For thirty minutes before classes began, the students recited prayers and, with chattering teeth, pronounced the necessary answers in the cold stone chapel.

There was always a bit of a crush when each student tried to take a seat at the end of the bench; there was a candle next to each one, which gave a little warmth to the lucky one.

Their hands, folded prayerfully on their chests, turned white and then blue as the cold penetrated inside and the blood drained away.

Chuuya couldn't believe he had survived this day. He opened the living room door with his feet, frowning uncomprehendingly.

but he could admit that he was very surprised when it turned out that he did not have three million neighbors in a small room, but only one.

• Hey, you! Do you all always suffer from this kind of shit here, or do you have any normal entertainment here?

Chuya Nakahara (red curly hair, brown, more hazel eyes. Height 160, age 16, previously had nothing to do with religion. a complete, good and loving family. He lives in prosperity. The monastery does not have a very good reputation among adults because of its complex nature.)