#chocsra comeback??

[chocsra]

thinking about criminal!reader's first interaction with chuuya nakahara.. just doing her duties as an ability user who chose organised crime in a corporate suit, as she stumbles upon a well-known mafia executive hanging upside down from the ceiling. russet curls that cascaded down ivory skin, followed by the elegance and silk of his appearance. cashmere attire, precious stones, cigarettes.. the slim column of his neck decorated with the tug and pull of a raven buckled collar. his button-up, vest, and coat—so many layers. the hallway was dark, the man's gaze darker—a collection of beautiful features set upon that pretty face.

your duties strictly outline that you're here for business and business only. your eyes widen as you peer up at the man hanging from the ceiling, his hair and accessories not being affected by gravity whatsoever. "so this is the port mafia!" you extend your arms joyously, obviously too joyous in this line of business, "i didn't know they had such handsome executives," you cheekily smile, reaching into your pocket, his grey eyes narrow judgingly at your words of praise. with no expectations for your flirtatious attempt with a dangerous, busy and the strongest ability user and mafia executive, you fish out a small piece of paper and extend it near the upside-down man's face. "may i please get your number, sir?"

your eyelashes flutter innocently with the paper still slipped between crime-ridden fingers, gazing up at the man with almost docile eyes, or docile intentions. a low groan pulls from his throat, sighing to himself as a signal of contemplation as a gloved hand reaches out to rub his chin, the red glow of his ability softly shimmering in the dimness of the hallway you were in. "hmm.." chuuya hums, fishing into the pockets of his raven slacks. your heartbeat quickens as his contemplative and borderline judgemental gaze turns into a smirk, "sure, doll. you should've asked me earlier." sexy undertones linger in his play of words, stealing the paper in between your fingers as he takes out a pen to place his digits. your lips part slightly in a moment of shock, not expecting anything from this supposedly silly interaction.

chuuya gently slips the paper between your lips, your lipgloss leaving a soft stain on the material. hands shakily palming the paper, you can feel your knees weaken as the meeting doors open, a soft chuckle gracing his lips as the man mutters. "see ya around,"

eyes widening as elegant cursive fills your gaze, you read—"090-xxx-xxx,

- Nakahara Chuuya ;)"

you couldn't sleep for two weeks after that.

✧ chocsra™

[chocsra]

chuuya wakes up to the unfortunately shared bed of your checked in hotel that the port mafia assigned you to. he's begrudgingly slept next to you, the redhead never wanted to invade a woman's privacy like that but doing anything else would be suspicious, it'd be odd for an alleged married couple not to share a bed.

he scans his eyes to your sleeping figure, your blanket rumpled all over your legs, the rest of your body sprawled out in a comfortable but messy position as your eyes remained fluttered shut. chuuya noticed the sliver of your shirt exposing your stomach as he swallows thickly with conviction.

he'd rather not touch you in any way but, he feels like it's wrong to just leave you there. so, with a calculated and gentle tug, he pulls the hem of your shirt down to cover your exposed stomach. unbeknownst to the ginger, your eyes flutter open as you rub them, your hair splayed out against the pillow lifting as you lift your head in confusion.

"what the fuck!--" you jolt up from his once cautious movements, and swiftly slap him on the face, making him wince, though written all over his face was: 'i deserved that.' you quickly pulled your shirt down and covered yourself with a blanket. "wait, no!-- it wasn't like that!" chuuya stumbles all over his words, a pink tint spreading to the apples of his cheeks and ears, even to the tip of his nose as he tries to explain himself frustratingly.

"i was just trying to pull your shirt down." he explains, rubbing his cheek pensively, watching as you glare at him suspiciously. "what was that look for then?' you retort, lips tugging into an annoyed frown. "hey, what am i supposed to look like when i wake up in the middle of my sleep?" the man huffs, looking around the dim room, trying to cover his embarrassment. you scan your eyes on him with malice, though you know he isn't that type of guy, nor did he seem anything but sincere. an overcoming silence fills the room, before you begrudgingly break it.

"why aren't you sleeping? aren't you worried about tomorrow's assignment?" you question quietly, the redhead scoffs in return, "me? no way. you just keep tossing in your sleep." he retorts, before attempting to lay down and sleep again, although, he jolts up again. "do you know much you move in your goddamn sleep?? you're keeping me up." chuuya claims, pointing around to the loose ends of the shared room, making you scoff in bafflement. "are you crazy?" you rhetorically question, biting your inner cheek pensively, "why are you even observing me while i sleep?"

from the former accused actions of the mafioso, he did seem like a creep right now. a pink tint blends in his cheeks a more noticeable shade once again as he scowls, "it's not my fault! you kept slapping me while i was trying to sleep." chuuya claims once again, making you scowl in return, "you're no better. you kept snoring and cursing out dazai!" the redhead huffs as if he were deeply offended by your words. "i wonder who you're gonna share a bed with in the future -- god save him!" chuuya grumbles in annoyance one more time before flopping to sleep, facing away from you, shutting his eyes as you do the same.

but chuuya definitely needs to be saved right now. for the countless times he's woke up tonight, now, your arms are curled around his waist, cheek squished against his back. "[Y/N].." the redhead mutters, pulling your arms away, feigning a raspy sigh as you halt but quickly return to encircling your arms around him. he drops his head from looking at you, shuffling his body so that you feel uncomfortable hugging him. but nothing works.

then your hands lock and tighten together like you're going to preform some sort of clinch, so chuuya quickly turns around to face you, making sure he doesn't die. "you're impossible.." he murmurs with a pout tugging on his lips - if blushing was a sport, chuuya would've won the Olympics because of you. your head was rested on his back, now it's his chest as you curl your arms around him even tighter.

the redhead brushes some loose strands of hair out of your face, sighing intently, before encircling his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you can't toss around and slap him in your sleep. if it meant to stop you from moving so much, chuuya would gladly have you sleep in arms, or so he tells himself, because he really wouldn't let anyone else pull that at all. he buries his face in your shoulder as he exhales, feeling the moon soak over the remaining hours of the night.

"don't be mad when you wake up, 'kay? this is your fault." chuuya mutters one last time before drifting off to a peaceful sleep, for the first time in forever since he's shared a bed with you. but, as grumpy as he his - he's lucky that he gets to hold you while doing so.

[chocsra]

im jumping w joy at my new theme im gonna cry !!

[chocsra]

yall in honour of pride month ill write smth gay but gimme ideas on prompts and characters please !!

also i understand the dazai hype ill write him more from now on 🙏🙏

[chocsra]

miss ur posts 😔 💔

accckkkkk i feel so bad for leaving for two months i had intense writers block and couldnt get back into it

hopefully now i stay bc this yr's school work is sm easier than last yr so 😮‍💨😮‍💨 bungo is not in a good place rn considering the last chapters .. 😭😭

but i miss yall so much 🙁🙁