Hi! Can you write chuuya with s/o but only fluff, lots of fluff<3 that's can be scenario with cuddles and kisses?
Take care!
Scenario: Chuuya just got back after a long-time mission, and since you've missed each other, you cuddled on the terrace in front of a starry night.
Pairing: Chuuya x gn!reader
Genre: fluff af ♥️
Type: oneshot
A/N: Hey, hon! Firstly, I am deeply sorry it took me so long, but I haven't been well.
Secondly, thank you for your request ♥️ I love this scenario, it's my favorite, and I think it's perfect for Chuuya! This is also my first requested oneshot, so I hope you’ll like it and that it was worth the wait ♥️ thanks again, and take care!
!If there are mistakes, I am sorry, but English is not my first language!
Warm Welcome
One, two, three …
You took a sip from the glass of red wine on the wooden table in front of you.
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten …
The pleasant aroma of the wine made a smile appear on your lips. Despite the penthouse being full of refined bottles and Chuuya telling you to feel just like home, you brought a cheaper one from your small apartment. It wasn’t as exquisite as his, but it was good enough.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …
Before departing for a long mission, Chuuya gave you a copy of his penthouse’s key, giving you the chance to come over anytime you wanted. That day you seemed to miss him more than usual, so you decided to stay for the night at his place. But it wasn’t enough. So, you decided to wear one of his white shirts. You needed to feel him closer.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty …
Since you two had started dating, you’ve been more anxious anytime he had a long-time mission. You repeatedly told yourself that it was ridiculous. You both worked for the Port Mafia: you were a subordinate and he was an executive. You knew how dangerous your jobs were, yet you couldn’t do anything about it. You got worried, every single time.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…
For the past weeks, you tried to focus on your work as much as you could, but in your free time, you couldn’t help yourself. Fortunately, you found out that counting stars before going to sleep reduced a bit your anxiety.
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…
To your eyes, they were an array of diamonds and you would have spent the night looking at them.
Only one person made you feel that way.
Suddenly, the gentle wind caressed your cheeks and played with a lock of your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed, cuddled by the night wind.
You were thankful that Chuuya's penthouse had a terrace.
- What you doing outta here?
As soon as you heard that voice, you opened your eyes. You turned to your left and stopped breathing. Chuuya was there, before your very eyes, in his usual work clothes. You couldn’t believe it.
- I-I’m j-just enjoying the night breeze. - you stuttered, taken by surprise. You put a hand on your pumping heart and told it to get a fucking grip.
The redhead sat next to you, on the same small couch. He couldn’t help but notice the red wine on the low table.
- You're treating yourself good, I see. - he smirked.
Expert as he was, he first twirled the wine to make it oxygenate and bring out more aroma. Then he sniffed it and took a sip before frowning. - This is not one of mine.
- I brought it from my apartment. - you replied, taking the drink off of his grip and drinking it.
- Why? Y/N, ya know I don’t lack fine red wines.
You placed the glass on the small table and smiled at him. - I’m well aware, yet at the same time, I know you keep your collection for important occasions.
He brushed a lock of hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, a sneaky excuse to graze his fingers along your cheeks. - I see you again after a month. I think it's quite an occasion, don't ya think? - he whispered, inches away from your face.
Your cheeks have grown flushed. In order to hide them, you stood up to get one of his top-notch wines.
- You're not going anywhere. - Chuuya said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you on his lap.
You replied, bewildered. - B-but you just said ...
- I know what I said! - he exclaimed. Then he took a deep breath. - Let’s just do it later ... now, I need you. -. His eyes stared deeply into yours.
You've missed him so much.
You've missed his red curls and the way they tickled your skin, giving you delightful chills on your back.
You've missed his deep, magnetic blue-green eyes and the way they looked at you, longing for you to be his. You didn't remember how many times you've lost yourself in those gems.
You've missed his scent, a mix of cologne and tobacco, that felt almost like home by now.
You realized how much you've missed his lips when he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed you. He could feel the taste of wine on your lips. He found they were sweeter than usual.
He took his gloves off, threw them on the sofa, and brought his hands back to your face. He barely touched you and you felt your heart burning. You've never felt this way before Chuuya. What is this man doing to me?, you thought while softly brushing his neck with your fingers.
About twenty pecks later, your lips got apart and you were even more flustered. - So, how did the mission go? - you asked, trying to shift his attention from your blush.
- Good. Everything went perfectly as planned. - he said, proudly.
- Did you get any injuries?
He shook his head.
- Good. - you sighed out of relief.
You started playing with his hair. - You know ... you could’ve told me you were coming back tonight. I would have prepared something for you.
He wrapped his arms around you and smirked. - Like what?
- Well, I could have cooked dinner …
He laughed slightly. You both remembered the last time you tried to cook. It didn't end very well.
- Hey! I’m getting better! - you protested.
- Oh, is that so? - he said, surprised.
You puffed and started to look at the stars, trying to find other ideas. - Well, otherwise, I would have prepared a hot bubble bath.
He hummed, pleased by your suggestion.
You took it as a sign to continue, so you did. - All accompanied by some candles, your favorite bottle of wine, and maybe some music.
He turned your chin with his hand to meet your eyes. - I would have liked that. - then, again, whispered close to your lips.
- Then, next time warn me when you get back. - you breathed, closing the gap between you.
You started to scratch his neck. You immediately could feel him smiling into the kiss.
The redhead pulled you closer by squeezing your waist. Then, he sweetly bit your lower lip to deepen the kiss, and your tongues initiated a loving slow dance.
Before joining the Port Mafia, you thought you wouldn’t have experienced something like this. You believed that those love stories were just stories.
But then … you met Chuuya.
Thanks to him, you had a chance to discover everything you missed: respect, understanding, trust, friendship, and ... love. You didn’t believe you would have loved someone so much. But, there you were. Kissing the man who stole your heart. Your love for him was so strong that scared you a bit sometimes.
After several minutes, you both were out of oxygen so you broke the succession of kisses.
While catching breath, he noticed what you were wearing. - Angel, is this one of my shirts?
- Yes. - you said, looking at the white item. - Is that a problem?
He shook his head while a small smile appeared on his lips. - No, I think it suits you.
- You do?
Just like you, Chuuya would have never expected to have a serious relationship. He sure had a few affairs through the years, but he never thought he could have trusted someone the way he trusted you. By consequence, he never believed he would have ever been as close to someone as he was to you.
You’ve been dating for about 9 months and, even though it wasn’t such a very long time, for the both of you it was a big deal. You were still exploring your feelings and gradually getting above your boundaries.
He nodded, rubbing your back. - You should wear my clothes more often.
You purred. - Noted.
Chuuya smiled warmly. While he was away, you two barely got in contact because of your schedules. It wasn't necessary for you to say it out loud, it was pretty clear that you wore something of his because you've missed him. That gesture filled his heart with pride and joy. Furthermore, before departing, he secretly took one of your bracelets with him. Anytime he looked at it, it reminded him he had somebody to come home to; then, he would get everything done and over with to come back and see you again.
- I’ve missed you too, by the way. - he whispered to your ear.
You blushed once again. Despite your reasons being implicit, he still figured it out. No one has ever understood you, but him. The feeling was so surreal to you. You started to wonder if you'd been through all you did just to meet him, just to have him in your life.
He caressed your cheek before giving you a kiss.
You both pulled away from each other, and you couldn't hide the smile growing on your lips.
- What about you, babe? What did you do while I was away? - he then asked, brushing his lips against your collarbone. Once again, you could feel shivers down your spine. It took you a couple of seconds to reply.
- Well, I‘ve had some missions. Afterward, I’ve been hanging out with some of the Lizard’s squad and ...
Suddenly, your phone started beeping on the low table. You took it in your hand to look at who was texting you. It was Tachihara.
- Why is he texting you at this time of night? - Chuuya asked, peeking at the sender’s name.
- Well, I’ve been hanging out with him for the past weeks. - you explained, muting your phone and putting it back where it was.
Chuuya groaned. - Couldn’t you hang out with someone else?
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by his reaction. - Why? What’s wrong with Tachihara?
- He keeps calling you ‘princess’! - he complained.
Your colleague has called you by that stupid nickname since day one. In his opinion, your kind manners and innocent appearance (really unusual features for someone who works in the mafia) justified that nickname. However, you’ve told Tachihara countless times to stop calling you that, but he never did, so you decided to just let him be.
- Chuuya, he does it for mocking me.
- So? It still bothers me, Y/N.
Maybe, I shouldn’t tell him I’ve been hanging out with Dazai too, you thought. You got on pretty well with the guy. You found him amusing and interesting. Nevertheless, you were aware of their extremely difficult relationship. The redhead knew how flirty his ex-partner could be and he didn’t want you any closer to ‘that bastard’.
You leaned closer, inches away from his lips, and looked deep into his eyes with pure adoration. - Well, it shouldn’t. Because I …
You kissed his forehead.
- … only …
You kissed his nose.
- … have …
You kissed his left cheek.
- … eyes …
You kissed his right cheek.
- … for …
You kissed his lips.
- … you.
At first, he got lost in your sparkling e/c eyes. After he heard his pumping heart, he then registered every word (and kiss) you delivered to him. He immediately averted your gaze, trying to hide the blush with his hat.
You, obviously, noticed and giggled. - You’re so cute, Chuu.
- Tsk, shut it. - he murmured, visibly embarrassed.
You smiled widely while taking and caressing the hand that held the hat.
Then, his gaze met yours, and a question peeped in his mind. - You mean it? You only have eyes for me?
Both of you have never been loved for who you really were. That was something you understood very soon.
On your part, at the beginning of your relationship, you hardly adjusted to his luxurious lifestyle and, especially, accepted his glamorous gifts. Not only because you weren’t used to it, but also for reassuring him that you didn’t like him for his money.
Chuuya was surprised by how simple and down-to-earth you were and also relieved that you weren't a gold digger or hungry for power.
He really was incredulous about the fact that you wanted to be with him for his person, and not for his role in the Port Mafia.
And when you understood that giving gifts was one of his love languages, you started to look at them differently. Sure, you still had to tell him not to spend too much money on you, but you warmly kept all his presents. He was always happy seeing you with one of his gifts on, especially on dates.
On his part, Chuuya made some real efforts to make you trust him. Despite his gifts, comforting gestures, and sweet words here and there, you had a hard time removing all the doubts wandering in your mind. Because of your past experiences, you kept fighting against your trust issues. In other words, you were quite the paranoic.
The redhead, having the same issues as you, knew the feeling. And since you pushed all the right buttons for him to trust you, he was determined to reciprocate. He wanted you to feel at ease around him and, to your surprise, he achieved his aim. You don't even know how he has done it, but it wasn't important. When you realized that you could put faith in him, you felt blessed.
You two couldn’t have asked for anyone better.
You knew he was wearing his heart on his sleeve, same as you, and that's why your expression was deadly serious. - Yeah, I truly mean it. - you said, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.
Chuuya was totally mesmerized by your actions and couldn't do anything else but look at you like he was under an enchantment.
You pulled him by the collar of his shirt and whispered in his ear. - Let me show you.
You started to leave delicate kisses all over his neck, his hair ruffling between your fingers. You worshipped the man and you wanted to let him know. He deserved it.
Chuuya closed his eyes, relaxing under your graceful touch. You’ve always treated him with the utmost care and kindness and although he couldn’t understand the reason for you to do so, he inevitably surrendered to you.
When your kisses reached his jawline, he clutched you tight.
- I wish we'd spend more time together. - the redhead said, rubbing your back.
- Me too. But we already talked about it, remember? - you replied, still peppering him with small lazy kisses.
You discussed this topic several times. You guys tried to organize your different schedules to find extra time for yourselves. But nonetheless, it was harder than you thought. Firstly, Chuuya was an executive so his tasks were not just more difficult, but they required more time to accomplish; you were an ordinary subordinate and because of that you had more missions on your agenda. Secondly, your jobs were often unpredictable so you could have been called into duty anytime and your missions could have lasted longer. Thirdly, most of the time, when you were done with your tasks you both were exhausted.
You both struggled a lot. But even one hour together was worth the effort.
However, Chuuya was a man full of surprises. - Well, I might have a proposal. - he revealed, smiling smugly.
You stopped your actions and curiously looked at him. - Really? That is?
For unexplainable reasons, the way he looked at you got you nervous.
- Move in with me. - he breathed, staring deep into your eyes.
May I have drunk too much wine?, you asked yourself. You couldn't believe your ears. - Say again?
He took your hand and started to draw small circles on it with his thumb. - Move in with me. - he securely repeated.
You knew him enough to know that he wouldn't have done or said something that he hadn't wanted to; but, at the same time, you'd be lying if you didn't know how impulsive he could be.
Maybe he pronounced those words because we were apart for four long weeks, you believed. - Chuuya ... have you thought this through?
Little did you know he had been thinking about it for some time.
He imagined waking up next to you every single day, giving you good morning kisses, and keeping you in bed, despite your sayings about being late for work.
He imagined having breakfast together, telling each other what you dreamt about during the night, and informing one another about your plans for the day.
He imagined intertwining your hand or holding your thigh on the drive to work and giving you a hidden kiss before parting.
He imagined getting back home and cooking dinners together, by the sound of your laughter and smooches.
He imagined having more time for indoor and outdoor dates.
He imagined spending weekends in bed and cuddling in each others' arms.
He imagined giving you goodnight kisses and sleeping together.
Someone would say he almost planned everything.
He had no doubts about it. All he wanted was you, every part of you.
At first, he felt nervous thinking about asking you. He attempted to do it again and again, but every single time your piercing gaze left him petrified and breathless. When you asked if there was something wrong, his cheeks went scarlet.
Though, his long-time period mission gave him the chance to prepare himself and now he couldn't wait any longer. He was more than ready.
- Yes. I’m serious about us. - he declared, kissing your knuckles. His ardent eyes fixed intensely on yours, diving into the depth of your soul looking for a glimpse of something. An affirmative response from you. - So ... will you?
You have never lived with anyone before and you didn't believe you would in the future. You've always been alone. And despite being in a relationship with Chuuya for nine months, you hardly acknowledged when you thought about it.
In a corner of your mind, you thought he would have got tired of you eventually and left you. Just like everybody. But in Chuuya's case, it was different. You always considered the redhead like a star: so bright and beautiful, yet so unreachable and out of your league. In your opinion, he deserved so much better than you.
And although you've told yourself to live this relationship day by day, enjoying the present and not questioning the future ... now you had to face what your future together would have been.
Because this wonderful star wanted you to live with him.
You were incredulous. You didn't know how all this could have been possible still, you were over the moon. You would have joined that precious star. You repeatedly nodded while a cute smile crept on your lips. - Yes. I will.
He smiled widely and pulled you into his embrace once again.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close to you as possible. You wanted to cry out of joy. You’ve never even dreamed of such a thing.
- If you don’t have to work, you can move in tomorrow. - he said, brushing your hair.
You pulled away a little from the hug and nodded again.
- Then, we can go to our favorite Italian restaurant. - he sweetly whispered, an inch from your lips.
You couldn’t control the big smile on your face or the sparkles filling your eyes. It wasn't just happiness. It was something bigger and you could feel it because your heart was about to explode. - You don’t know how much I love you. - you breathed, pressing your lips onto his.
Begrudgingly, he broke the kiss and stared at you. - What?
It took you a couple of seconds to realize what just happened. Then, you froze. Shit. Apparently, he really didn’t know how much you loved him. He didn’t know at all.
You mentally slapped yourself. My stupid fucking mouth. Couldn't I just shut up and kiss him?
You had never told him you loved him and in that moment, you had no idea what to do.
- Y/N. You just said you love me ... is that true? - he asked, studying your expression.
Your hands started to sweat. You didn’t want to confess, or at least not in this manner. But it was too late to go back on your feet. You had to be honest with him.
Despite you getting anxious, he deserved to know the truth. - Y-yes, it’s t-true. - you admitted, your voice shaky.
He furrowed his brow. - Why didn’t you tell me?
You answered trying your best not to avert his gaze. - I didn’t know if we were on the same page and I was afraid that if I had told you I would have scared you away. I indeed would have waited longer to tell ...
Chuuya abruptly interrupted you. - When did you think you would have told me?
- At the right time. -. You were not only afraid of scaring him away, but you were scared to be vulnerable too.
In the past, every time you trusted people, you always found yourself to be the only one in pain.
- If you don’t feel the same, it’s fine. -. It's a lie, a voice sang in your head.
Time by time, you grew to learn that if you opened your heart to someone, your heart would have been the one bleeding.
- But, please tell me. - you begged, holding your breath.
When you joined the Port Mafia, you believed that your policy would have been perfect for that kind of environment.
You didn't know how wrong you were.
In one of the most dangerous and cruel organizations, you unexpectedly found the truest relationships you've ever had.
And when you realized you were in love with him, you decided to keep it to yourself. You guessed you were just waiting to be ready to completely open your heart.
Fortunately, once again, Chuuya proved you had no reason to be afraid.
He sighed. - You’re such an idiot sometimes …
- I was j-just trying to p-protect me from … - you tried to reply, but he cut you off again.
- … but I still love you.
Everything stopped. The time, your breathing. You opened your mouth, trying to formulate a complete sense sentence, but no words came out. The only thing you could do was stare at him.
The redhead started to stroke your hair, encouraging you to speak your thoughts. - Y/N?
Your heart was racing and your head was spinning. You replied, stuttering. - … Y-you do?
- Yeah. I do love you. - he replied, his hands cupping your face.
You didn't doubt the truthfulness of his words, but a thought landed in your mind. - W-wait… if you love me, why haven't you said anything either?
- I wanted it to be special. - he explained, caressing your soft cheeks. - That's why I asked you to dinner at our first date's restaurant.
Just like you, Chuuya was waiting for the right moment. But, for different reasons.
He's never told anyone those three little words and since he knew you've never heard them, he wanted to do something unique. He has been planning to tell you for a while.
Firstly, he would have taken you where you had your first date. You two would have had a beautiful dinner, accompanied by suffused lights, sweet melodies, and a romantic panoramic view of Yokohama.
Then, he would have taken you for a walk near the river because he knew how much you liked night walks and the moon’s reflection on the water.
Afterward, you two would have gotten back to his penthouse and he would have given you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
And, after a couple of sips from a bottle of red wine, you would have danced on the terrace under the starry night with the only sound of your beating hearts.
That.
That would have been the moment.
The moment you would have learned about his love towards you.
In front of those words, you felt guilty. He was so passionate and sweet ... and you were the worst. - I shouldn't have said anything.
Being aware of how romantic he was, you were a hundred percent sure that he already had planned something. - I ruined your plans. - you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands.
His eyes softened. He found you so cute.
- You did not. - he said, uncovering your face. - This won't change my plans.
You tilted your head. - You sure?
He nodded and looked at you affectionately. - I’m glad you told me. - he reassured you, kissing your forehead.
You could see his gleaming eyes were sincere and that made your heart get warm. - And thank you for loving me. - he added in a whisper.
You’ve never felt so lucky in your whole life. - I should be the one thanking you.
Chuuya stared deep into your eyes and you couldn't resist any longer. Your hands slithered up his neck and you leaned in to meet his lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet. He put his hands around your hips and kissed you back again and again and again.
Next, he paused and rested his forehead on yours. - Tell me again.
You looked at him lovingly. - I love you, Chuuya Nakahara. - you breathed, unable to hide a smile.
The redhead's heart started racing like crazy. He pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly, and pressing his lips on yours once again. Your hands slowly reached his face and gently cupped his cheeks.
- I love you so damn much, Y/N Y/S. - he sweetly whispered between kisses.
Kiss by kiss, your mouth opened slightly and you could feel his tongue against your own. Then, Chuuya brought a hand up to clutch your hair, pulling you even deeper into the heavenly kiss and sending shivers down your back.
As the kiss intensified, you brought your hand behind his head, his hair ruffling between your fingers, and Chuuya lightly moaned into your mouth because of your enchanting touch.
The kiss got so passionate that you both sank deeper and deeper into each other, totally lost by the intensity of your actions.
When you finally pulled away, you both were out of breath. Chuuya stroked your cheek as he broke into a smile when his eyes met yours again.
- I think it's the perfect time for a 1964 Romanée-Conti bottle now. - he suggested, smirking.
You gulped. Saying that bottle of wine was expensive was an euphemism. - Chuu, you sure? I know it's very pricey. - you said, scratching the back of his neck.
- Yeah, 'm sure. - he replied, pecking your cheek. - And since I liked your earlier idea, what do you say you take two glasses and the wine while I take care of the hot bubble bath, mh? - he whispered against your lips.
- I’d love it. - you answered, kissing him one last time.
Chuuya took you in his arms and went inside to celebrate your relationship’s new chapter surrounded by bubbles and perfume.
Afterward, you both spent the rest of the night peacefully sleeping between the sheets of your soon-to-be shared bed.
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Chuuya x Reader
Summary: you get some closure, not much, but Chuuya's there with you every step of the way.
Warnings: mention of a punch
WC: 1k
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Chuuya glared out the window. You looked up from your cake to look outside the window.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
He snapped his head back to you.
“It’s nothing,”
"If you're glaring because of Dazai. Don't,"
You continued eating while Chuuya stared back at you surprised.
"You're just wasting your energy on 'some stupid guy',"
"You're right. I dragged you out here to get your mind off him and here I am unable to enjoy my time with you because of him. But enough about him. Where do you wanna go after this?"
"Anywhere away from him,"
Chuuya nodded. Once you finished your cake and he finished his coffee, you looped your arms in his and walked back to headquarters.
"Where are we going?" He asked
"Back to work,"
Chuuya frowned at you.
"What? It's away from him. And I doubt he'll be coming there anytime soon,"
You laughed as Chuuya grumbled beside you.
The next day, you were once again slumped at your desk. Chuuya swung open the door.
"So Dazai's in the basement,"
You stared at Chuuya.
"You took me out to take my mind off him and now you're telling me he's here?"
"To be fair, you said he wouldn't come here and he practically waltzed in. You wanna see him?"
"Yeah, sure. I need closure or whatever,"
You pushed yourself up from your desk and followed Chuuya.
"Plotting as usual? Dazai?" You turned to see Chuuya hanging back.
"Well hello." He chuckled. "Y/N."
You leaned against the wall.
"You seem happier," you remarked.
"You seem more miserable. Is life boring with only Chuuya in your life?"
"Chuuya, said that you waltzed in here like you wanted to be captured. What's up with that?"
"If it means that you'll be easy on me, then I'll say so that I could have the chance to see you again, since you're spending so much time with Chuuya now,"
"Cut the bull Dazai. We both know that you wouldn't do that for me. You're too self-centred to think of anyone but yourself. You never loved me,"
He hung his head.
"Besides, don't you have that new girl hanging around you now? Aren't you satisfied with her? Because you clearly love her much more than me,"
You glared as Dazai laughed wholeheartedly.
"You're jealous,"
"You're the one in the Port Mafia headquarters as an ex member who fled. You should watch what you say,"
"I'm correct aren't I?"
"It doesn't matter. We're done here,"
With tears, threatening to fall, you sharply turn around and walk back towards the door. Chuuya hugged you while he glared at Dazai over your shoulder. You left the room to slump at your desk again.
An hour passed and Chuuya was opening your door again.
"I got in a punch for you,"
"Thank you,"
"He escaped-"
"I bet you let him,"
Chuuya made no noise. You chuckled.
"You've been the light of my day recently,"
"I have?"
"Yeah. I appreciate you Chuuya,"
"Thanks. I guess,"
With a fond smile, you pat Chuuya's head. He turned away from you after some minutes.
"Embarrassed?"
"No," He replied indignantly.
With that he marched out of your office.
His routine of barging into your office unannounced never failed to brighten your day. They always happened at different times and you found yourself looking forward to him opening your door.
At first, you were only delighted because he kept bringing small gifts like chocolate or a slice of cake as a reward for your work during the day. Yet as time went on, you slowly paid less attention to the sweets and more attention to Chuuya.
Suddenly you looked forward to just seeing Chuuya even when he would apologise profusely for the lack of food. You would only smile and say that it was ok. You found yourself paying attention to attributes and features that you hadn't noticed before, such as his light blush whenever he was angry or passionate about something. Or the fact that despite the dirty business you both were in, he always managed to make sure that his appearance was presentable.
In short: you were slowly falling in love with Chuuya.
He had come earlier that day in the morning, but it left you confused as to how you felt for him. You weren't sure why you felt an easiness not experienced with anyone else.
You groaned into your hands. It seemed that men were the cause of you slumping at your desk so often.
You gently pushed yourself off your desk and stepped outside to clear your scrambled thoughts.
You suddenly found yourself staring at the sea. You liked to gaze at the sea with Chuuya. You liked being around Chuuya. You sighed.
"Should've brought an umbrella," you muttered.
With no other option, you made your way back to the headquarters. The rain suddenly lessened. You smiled.
"Forgot an umbrella Chuuya?"
Smiling, you turned to your left where Chuuya stood holding his jacket over the both of you. On his left arm hung an umbrella.
"No, but if he gets to do that stuff in the rain, so can we?"
Your heart rate increased at the thought of Chuuya suggesting that you could have the love Dazai gave.
"Are you suggesting we're in a relationship?" You teased.
"What?! No! I just wanted to- to-"
Your smile faded.
"I mean unless you want to be in one?"
Chuuya looked earnestly into your eyes. You looked up from your shoes to gaze back into his eyes.
"I would," you whispered.
At that, Chuuya's face lit up.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that,"
"I really like you Chuuya. I've just been too focused on Dazai to notice that you were patiently by my side,"
"Hey, don't worry about it. I did my waiting and it paid off. For you I was willing to wait years, and here I am, the luckiest man in the world. I got Y/N of the Port Mafia to reciprocate my feelings,"
You hugged Chuuya.
"I think I'm going to be very happy with you,"
A/N: guys let Chuuya have his moment. But for my make Dazai suffer team, all the angst will be in part 4😈
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