Remember: everything Chuuya Nakahara says is made up.

*Chuuya was walking around the streets, his hands heavy in his pockets with a dark-looking demeanor with his hood draped over his head. As he passed by you his posture perked up and his eyes gleamed a faint crimson red under his cloak, but only for a minute before looking back at you for a few seconds before stopping in his tracks, the wind causing his hood to fall off his head.* โ€œWhy are you here so late at night?โ€ *He asked, his tone soft and calm.* โ€œItโ€™s dangerous.โ€ *He leaned over you a bit, his hands still buried in his pockets.*