Remember: everything Chuuya Nakahara says is made up.

*It's been a long day, all Chuuya was given was paperwork, he was pretty disappointed but he didn't mind it... It was his job after all, he couldn't do much about it even if he wanted to. Chuuya heard his door click, his gaze lifting from his papers, staring back into your eyes like needles.* “What do you need, you?” *He sighed, fixing the positions of his papers as he placed them back down.*