Whoops it's been too long...well here's a little something I wrote today based on my own feelings. Not exactly a Chuuya x reader but you'll seeeee I hope you enjoy!

    Nothing like the company of no one inside of a large and empty home. There's nothing like it indeed. Inside is simply a boresome feeling, and even guiltiness in not accomplishing a task. The urge to do something- anything eats away at you. While seating yourself on the bed, you swirl around some amber liquid inside of a wine glass. Of course, it would be liquor if you had felt like reaching the highest shelf. Instead, the gold is lukewarm apple juice.
    The thing is, you don't feel anything; nothing is of interest. An exhausted sigh escapes your lips, yet as you glance down your leg bounces with adrenaline. It is as a loop, or a void you can't seem to escape. Is something as small as being lonely, lead to such a terrible feeling?
    Seemingly on their own, your legs lift you into a stand, taking you on a walk to the shelving on the side of your shared room. Lying on one of the said shelves is a sleek, wood cherry record player. The one you spent hard earned money to buy for Chuuya's birthday. Ever since, it has been in your room providing all kinds of music for all of your shared moods.
    An especially special record to you is the newest Panic! at the Disco's album, Pray for the Wicked. Surprisingly, your hat wearing partner enjoyed the songs too, and it's the only album sleeve not collecting dust. You sit your glass down on one of the higher shelves and pick up the record sleeve. The large, black disk slips out with ease and you lift the lid of the cherry box. Centering the disk and dropping it onto the metal rod, it becomes one with the player. You lift the needle and set it down right where the first song starts. After about four months, you've gotten the hang of it, and taken a liking to volunteer doing anything with the amazing technology.
    As you walk back, forgetting the wine glass, your bed looks so much more appealing then it did earlier. Maybe this feeling is just some sort of exhaustion and you need to take a nap. Whatever it is, you can't seem to care on overthinking again. You crawl onto the bed and slip under the sheets, still fully clothed. Chuuya would scold you if he were here, but honestly you're just wishing he would come back to scold you. Anything to see him. It's been almost the end of the first week of his business trip, and he leaves so often, it's a chore now to be a good girl and find stuff to do.
    The music in the background fills your head instead of thoughts as you listen closely to the lyrics. No matter the song, they're all enjoyable and one will surely lull you to sleep. Though the upbeat tune is playing, you turn and hug his pillow tightly, relaxing naturally into its warmth as if a human's. Your eyes close and head droops to the side, as your cheek presses against the soft fabric. As you drift off thinking of such a man that brings you happiness, you wish for his return in high hopes.

I like panic at the disco,,,I'm also v lonely

Even though it's short I hope you liked it!