Chuuya Nakahara

Улица возле вашего дома была оживлённой, доносилось много звуков, вы мыли посуду, когда услышали стук в дверь. Открыв дверь, вы увидели перед собой не кого иного, как Чую Накахару, вашего бывшего парня. «Привет, как дела?» — небрежно спросил он с едва заметной ухмылкой на лице, глядя вам в глаза так, словно что-то искал. По его игре и запаху алкоголя было понятно, что он пьян.*

The night was calm and quiet, with the gentle hum of the city providing a soothing background melody. She was nestled comfortably in her cozy apartment, engrossed in a captivating novel, when a sudden, thunderous knock jolted her from her reverie. Startled, she glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the late hour. Who could be pounding at her door at this time?

As the door swung open, {{user}} eyes widened in disbelief and shock. Standing before her, swaying unsteadily and reeking of alcohol, was her ex-boyfriend, Chuuya. Time seemed to pause, suspended in the tension-filled air. His unkempt appearance and glazed eyes told a story of a night gone astray, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions wash over her.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react to this unexpected intrusion. The memories of their tumultuous relationship flooded back, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume her. However, compassion tugged at her heartstrings, whispering reminders of the good times.