kolyainthenight

[kolyainthenight]

Breaking The Silence

Husband!Fukuzawa x Reader

After you married Fukuzawa, nothing really change. You two were still distant and not acting like a married couple. The wedding was never because of love, it was rather an arranged marriage, so it made things more complicated and awkward, but even if you two don't interact that much to each other, you still fulfill the role as a wife.

His house was pretty and large, a traditional japanese home with a large garden, there were times he wouldn't recommend you to go out so you'd have to stay at home, you were glad the house has a garden to admire, a room entirely for books, a huge kitchen and a bathroom with a large tub. Although, these past few weeks after the wedding, it has rather getting lonely.

You tried to keep yourself busy, you have sewn alot, read tons of books, watered the plants in the garden, already took a bath in the large tub, which only made you felt more lonelier. You didn't want to bother Fukuzawa and tell him how it has getting boring at the house, being alone with no one else to talk to, you didn't want to be a burden to him, being a president isn't easy, he already have enough problems to deal with. But maybe, he would at least try to get to know you, or maybe make an effort to get close to you. It's not bad if you two finally act like a married couple and do things like a married couple would do, you long for a husband's affection.

-

"I will go now, Y/n," he said with such sternness in his expression and tone.

You nodded, "then, I shall go fetch your lunch I prepared for you at the kitchen, would you mind waiting?"

He shakes his head slightly and said, "sure, I wouldn't mind."

You quickly made your way to the kitchen and grabbed the bento box with care, you hurriedly rushed to your husband, not wanting to make him wait any longer. You smiled at him and gave him the bento box, he gave a tiny bow and made his way out of the house.

After he left, it was time for you again to find a new hobby to distract yourself, you grabbed yourself a pen and a sketchpad and sat by the engawa, you wanted to draw the beautiful garden, because it was one of the things you love about your new home. But then, you've drew garden most of the time in your life, so you wanted to draw something new. You started to think various of things to draw, but none of it was worthy, then all of the sudden, Fukuzawa appeared to your mind, his long silver locks, his charming metallic blue eyes, the usual green yukata paired with black haori with a golden borders that he usually wears, everything, every single details about your husband, you remember it so well. You started to sketch him to your sketchpad with a blush in your face and a smile that you wear without your knowledge.

After drawing him, you put the sketchpad back to your drawer in your chamber. It took a few hours to make it perfect so after you are done with the drawing, you right away headed to the kitchen to make dinner for the two of you, you sighed and grabbed some few vegetables and other ingredients from the pantry.

The dinner always consists of the two of you asking how's each other's day, as usual, your response is always "It's fine, I guess," although you really want to ask and say more but he's probably too tired to entertain you, he would always tell you he always have a lot of works to deal with and that he's glad he has his subordinates to help him.

-

You patiently wait for his arrival, all of the chores are done, the dinner is already served. As you wait by the entrance, you heard some distant voices, the other one is surely familiar, but the other isn't, it's a female's voice. Your blood ran cold as you raise your eyebrow, who is this woman that your husband brought home?

"I'm home," Fukuzawa said loudly.

You greeted him, but then asks him who's the person with him. She smiled warmly at you and reached out your hand to shake. You gave Fukuzawa a confused look but he just smiled at you, which it's rare because he usually don't smile that much.

"This is Haruno, an office staff in the ADA, she'll stay here for the night, it's too dangerous to let her be on her own tonight.

You nodded, "then, I'll go prepare a dinner for Haruno."

"Oh no! You don't have to, I've already eaten earlier," she gave you an awkward smile.

"Haruno, you could stay at Y/n's room for the time being, she'll sleep with me in my room."

You flinched at what Fukuzawa said, you've never sleep with him in a same bed, not even your first night as a married couple, he slept in the couch that night. You looked at him again but he didn't glanced at you, but then Haruno gave the two of you a confused look.

-

Dinner passed, nothing really changed, the same conversation as always, you headed to your room where Haruno is, you wanted to make sure she is comfortable and alright.

"May I come in?" You asked at the other side of the shoji door.

"Uhm... Sure!"

You slide the door open gently, you see Haruno sitting at the futon, smiling at you warmly, she patted the space beside her, gesturing you to sit beside her.

As you sat, she leaned closer to you, giving you a little space, you raise your eyebrow, "Ha-Haruno?"

"Tell me, Y/n-san, do you and Fukuzawa-sama sleep separately?"

"Haruno... Why did you ask?"

"It's just weird, the two of you are married and all, but still not sleep in the same bed."

"You know how it's an arranged marriage, right?"

"Well, yes, but... I just thought that... Well..."

"What? What is it?"

"Fukuzawa-sama constantly ask me why you never talk that much to him or why he felt so distant to you, I told him maybe you're just feeling a little bit awkward around him, but then, who wouldn't? Fukuzawa-sama is a serious, stern man, maybe it made difficult for you to be open to him."

"Well some part of it is true, but, I just felt like he don't want to interact with me—I mean if he wanted to, he would've make an effort..."

"To be honest, Y/n-san, he actually wanna have a deep connection with you! He just don't know how, he's never been with a woman before, romantically, and he's afraid that if he messed up, it might make things more complicated."

Suddenly, a heat rushed to your cheeks, your words stuck in your throat. Gosh, you've never thought it was like this, you never knew that he actually wants to know you more, to have a deeper connection.

"You probably don't know this, Y/n-san, but I think Fukuzawa-sama has feelings for you, he wouldn't ask me that much things about you if he doesn't care about you."

"Maybe I was clueless about my partner just like him, I wanted a company, I wanted his... I wanted his affection, I felt so lonely and him not talking to me that much isn't helping."

"Then, you should tell him that. He would never know unless you say it, he doesn't have some kind of mind-reading ability to know what's going on your mind."

"Alright... Thanks, Haruno," you smiled at her, "I will go now, have a good night."

"You too Y/n-san! Good night!"

-

You walked quietly through the empty halls, thinking about the conversation you recently had with Haruno, you never knew Fukuzawa would think about you even at work. You just realize how both of you are in the same shoes, the two of you don't know the well-being of one another because you two never open up to each other! Now that's stupid, how come you both never communicate properly about yours and his feelings when you both are married to each other... well maybe that it is because both of you have never met before the marriage...?

Maybe tonight is a good time to confront him, since the two of you will be sleeping in the same bed.

You slide the door open and close it as you enter the room, you joined Fukuzawa in the bed as he read a book with the blanket resting on his lap. You were hesitating to speak first, it took a whole ass 10 minutes to someone finally break the silence. Fukuzawa close his book with a loud noise that caught your attention, he cleared his voice and look at you.

"Y/n, you can tell me if you're uncomfortable sleeping with me here tonight, I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

"It—It's alright, Fukuzawa... I don't mind," you said as you avoided his gaze and look at the floor beside you.

"Then say it, say that you want me to stay here, tell me that you want me to sleep beside you," his hand landed to yours that was gripping on the blanket.

"Fukuzawa..."

"I want you to call me by my first name, Y/n."

"..."

"Y/n, I want to be honest with you. Everyday is a torture to me, knowing that I always have the chance to get closer to you yet I always ignore that opportunity, because of my foolishness, it had made things difficult for the two of us. I know I'm the man that was arranged to marry you, and not the man that you marry because of love, but I want to treat you and give you the affection you deserve, I hope we can have a new beginning to this relationship we have," he took your hand and raise it to his lip and gave your knuckles a kiss, "when you took care of me, sick or not, when you prepare me food always, when you would ask how was my day and would always give me a warm smile, I knew you're someone worth to love and protect."

"Yukichi..."

"Yes, say my name, hearing you say my name sounded so good to my ear," his other hand left your hand, he use the free hand to cup your cheek, "I think... this unexplainable feeling I've always had when you're around or when I think of you, is love..."

You couldn't hold it in anymore, you suddenly lean closer and press your lips against his, kissing him like a starve person. Fukuzawa got surprise but that wasn't for too long as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist and deepens the kiss.

You pulled out from the kiss, with a flushed face as you pant, "Yukichi... I love you."

"I love you too, Y/n," he smiled as he touch your lower lip with his fingertip, "from now on, we shall always sleep together."

You nodded and continue the kiss that was paused earlier.

—Bonus.

"Fukuzawa-sama! I have something to show you," Haruno exclaimed.

Fukuzawa place the documents down to his desk and looks at Haruno, "what is it?"

Haruno gave him a paper that wad folded with a grin on her face. Fukuzawa unfolded the paper and saw a drawing of his self, he gave Haruno a confuse look.

"I was looking around Y/n-san's room when I noticed that one of her shelf isn't closed properly, when I came closer to see why, I saw a sketchpad, I got curious and saw this! Isn't she so good?"

"Yeah... she's great," a blush appear in Fukuzawa's cheeks as a smile crept into his face.

[kolyainthenight]

Last Night, Last Dinner (2/2) (1/2)

Rockstar!Chuuya x Superstar!Reader

“Should I get some desserts as well?” you asks as you look through the menu.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, we��ll take uhm… a strawberry shortcake and a cheesecake as well. Thank you,” the waiter smiles and nods before he heads to the kitchen. Your fingers were tapping at the table, waiting for him to start a conversation—Or atleast just make an effort to not make this an awkward night.

“So… Uhm, what are your plans after this?”

Chuuya looks at you for a few seconds before answering, “I don’t know, where ever the company takes me.

You nodded, acknowledging his respond. “If you’re going to ask me, I’m quite unsure. I can’t imagine what lies ahead for me…” You sighed softly.

Chuuya’s brows furrowed at what you said, “What do you mean? It’s impossible to not try to envision what could happen in the future.”

You shook your head, “just don’t mind it, it’s not important.” You looked away and saw the waiter approaching with the food, “oh food’s here, ready to eat?”

—Chuuya’s pov.

Chuuya ate with unease inside him. It felt like he needed to know something, it bothered him so. ‘Y/n’s answer… there is something off about it,’ he thought.

He kept stealing glances at Y/n, trying to read what’s on their mind. It felt like the mood changes into somewhat… ‘I don’t know… Maybe I’m being dramatic right now. Ever since the group Day5’s contract ended, Y/n became more popular as a solo artist, actually more popular than being a lead vocalist to their group… So, there’s no doubt they’ll have a more successful future than me,’ he thought.

“Mhm… I’m full, I can’t finish this..” Y/n groans softly. Y/n noticed how quiet Chuuya has been, staring at the window for so long he didn’t get to finish his food. “Chuu? You alright?”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin’ about something,” he clears his throat, “anyway, after this, you’re headin’ home?”

“Honestly, I really need to rest. The concert totally drained me, and I wasn’t up for the after-party—I just don’t think I have the energy for it. But being with you makes me feel like I can finally relax, you know? It doesn’t need much effort when I’m with you.” Chuuya noticed the faint blush on their cheeks, the way their eyes shyly avoided his gaze, as if searching for an escape in the surroundings.

“Alright, whatever you say,” he replied, putting on a casual demeanor, as if the matter didn’t really concern him at all. “I’m glad you asked me, fuckin’ tired seeing their faces. Their voices at the backstage earlier got me so irritated. They’re all so bossy.”

His words prompted Y/n to laugh, which in turn eased his anger and filled him with a sense of satisfaction, as the mood around them transformed into something much lighter.

“Alright but why are you so mad? It’s like… I don’t know, they took your car and ran away with it.”

“Sorry, just got me so frustrated, I don’t like people telling me what to do,” he sighs.

“You know… I miss being a member of Day5… I miss performing on the stage with Shin, Mako, and Tsubasa.”

“What about…”

“I don’t.” Chuuya nods, not further asking question about Y/n’s friends and their past with…

“So, let’s head out?”

“Yeah sure, it’s quite late so it’d be the best we go home and rest…”

Chuuya and Y/n settled the bill and stepped outside into the cool evening air. Chuuya led the way to his motorbike, his demeanor calm and focused. As he turned on the engine, the steady rumble echoed around them. He grabbed a spare helmet and placed it on Y/n’s head with a careful touch, then secured his own.

They mounted the bike, and Chuuya glanced back at Y/n, his expression unreadable but steady. With a twist of the throttle, they departed, the city lights blurring past them as they rode in comfortable silence, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. 

Y/n rested their head against Chuuya's back as they rode through the city at night, the vibrant lights blurring into streaks of color against the dark sky. The cool wind whipped around them, amplifying the thrill of the ride. Chuuya felt their warmth against him, a rush of heat creeping to his cheeks as he sensed their closeness. The exhilarating moment urged him to grip the throttle tighter, speeding through the quiet streets and embracing the electric energy of the night together. 

After a long ride through the city’s dimly lit streets, they finally arrived at Y/n's place, the moon casting a silver glow around them. Y/n and Chuuya dismounted the motorbike, the hum of the engine fading into the night. Y/n took off the helmet and handed it back to Chuuya with a grateful smile.

“Here… Thanks for the ride, Chuu. I had an amazing time tonight. Just promise me you’ll get home safely, okay?” Y/n’s voice was warm, tinged with sincerity.

Chuuya brushed a hand through his tousled orange hair, a hint of a smile flickering across his face. “Yeah… I had fun too. It was a nice break. See ya, I guess,” he replied, his tone casual but holding a hint of something deeper.

“Mhm… Bye,” Y/n said softly, watching him turn to leave. The night felt heavy with unspoken words.

—06:28 a.m.

Chuuya woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through his curtains, painting the room in warm hues. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head, feeling the tension of sleep slowly fade away. As he glanced out the window, he admired the sun rising over the horizon, casting a golden glow that promised a new day full of possibilities.

After making his bed, he made his way to the kitchen. He set about making his own breakfast, expertly toasting bread and brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the toast as he prepared a simple meal. With a plate in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other, he headed into the living room.

Settling into his favorite chair, he turned on the TV and flipped to the news channel, expecting the usual morning updates. However, as the broadcast began, a sudden news flash broke through the routine, capturing his full attention. The urgent tone of the anchor’s voice and the stark images on the screen sent a chill down his spine, making him drop his plate and coffee, his mind racing as he struggled to catch his breath. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, marking the beginning of a day he would never forget. 

“Breaking News, solo artist Y/n was found dead in their apartment after their manager went to check on them following a successful concert the night before. Authorities discovered pills scattered across the table and four empty beer bottles on the floor. While initial investigations suggest the possibility of suicide, the official cause of death has yet to be confirmed. As we reflect on Y/n's remarkable talent and impact on the music industry, we pay our respects to the late artist. Stay tuned for further updates on this developing story.”

Chuuya sat there, breathing heavily, his mind racing as he struggled to comprehend the news he had just heard. The words echoed in his head like a cruel refrain: Y/n was gone. Just last night, they had been by his side, full of laughter and warmth, their presence a comforting anchor in his chaotic world. He could still feel the imprint of their body against his, the way they had smiled at him with that spark of life that now felt so painfully distant.

"How could they leave this world so early?" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. Each beat felt like a reminder of the void that had opened up inside him. He replayed their last moments together, desperately searching for signs he had missed, any hint of the tragedy that was about to unfold.

"What happened to you, Y/n?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. A wave of despair washed over him, mingling with anger and confusion. Chuuya felt as if he were caught in a storm, emotions swirling and crashing against him. The warmth of their memory was now overshadowed by the cold reality of loss, and he was left grappling with a grief he had never anticipated. 

After what felt like hours of turmoil, Chuuya finally stood up, feeling the weight of his grief anchor him to the ground. He quickly took a shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the chill of despair that had settled over him. Changing into a new outfit, he steeled himself for what lay ahead. Before leaving, he scrolled through his contacts, his finger hovering over Y/n’s friend, Tsubasa. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number.

“Hey—hello, Tsubasa, how are you…?” Chuuya’s voice was tentative, a weak attempt at normalcy.

Tsubasa's response was sharp and filled with emotion. “How am I? Chuuya—are you unaware of what happened to Y/n? And all you could say to me is ‘How are you?’ Of course I’m not fine. I’m not okay, Nakahara.”

Chuuya winced at the raw pain in Tsubasa’s voice. “I know, that’s why I called. C-Can I see you? I need to talk—there’s something I need to ask you.”

“Sure, I’ll send you the location,” Tsubasa replied, his tone softening slightly but still heavy with grief.

As Chuuya hung up, a knot formed in his stomach. He knew this conversation would be anything but easy, but he needed answers. Stepping out into the world felt surreal, as if he were moving through a dream where nothing was quite real. Each step echoed with the gravity of the loss he had yet to fully comprehend, but he couldn’t face it alone. He had to understand what had happened to Y/n.

As Chuuya drove, anxiety churned in his stomach. His heart raced, pounding against his chest as he tightened his grip on the throttle, urging the engine to go faster. Despite having spent only a short time with Y/N during their first collaboration, and just a month since they’d worked together again, he felt an inexplicable bond with her. It was as if they had known each other since they were young, igniting feelings he couldn’t quite understand.

He arrived at the location and spotted Tsubasa sitting on the ground, hunched over while Mako offered quiet comfort beside him. Chuuya dismounted from his bike, turned off the engine, and removed his helmet. Approaching them, he crouched down to Tsubasa’s level, concern etched on his face.

“Where’s Shin?” he asked, his voice steady despite the unease brewing inside him.

“She’s inside… Why are you here? What do you want, Nakahara?” Tsubasa asked him with a sharp tone, his hazel eyes wet but cold as he look at Chuuya. He felt the weight of Tsubasa’s words, sensing the turmoil beneath his tough exterior.

“I don’t know anymore… I wanted to know why would Y/n do this…” he answered as he ran a hand through his hair.

“We do not know Chuuya, shouldn’t you be the one who knows? You were the last one Y/n was with,” Mako said with his brows furrowed.

“Look, Y/n never told me anything hinting about what happened this morning. If they did, I would’ve stayed with them longer.”

“Y/n has been sharing things with me every time we meet, which is once a month,” Shin said, leaning casually against the open glass door. The three guys were caught off guard, turning in surprise as they realized she had just arrived. “Stuff like y’know, mistreatment and too much pressure. To be honest, Y/n is the most popular among us when they chose to be a solo artist, during their time as the lead vocalist of Day5, they often felt overshadowed, like a forgotten member amidst the group's dynamic. Despite their immense talent, it wasn't until the collaboration with you that Y/n truly began to gain recognition. Your diehard fans liked shipping you with Y/n and because of that, Y/n became more recognized. That project not only showcased their abilities but also convinced the company of their potential as a solo artist,” she said as she took a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled into the crisp morning air.

“When Y/n finally released their debut album, the response was overwhelming. Fans embraced their unique sound, propelling them into the top ten artists of the month. However, with this newfound success came significant pressure to maintain that momentum,” Shin flicked ash from her cigarette, watching it drift away like fleeting memories—some bright and cherished.

—08:43.

As the sun set, Chuuya decided it was time to head home. He approached his motorcycle, its polished surface glinting softly. With a flick of the switch, the engine roared to life, breaking the calm of the night. He slid on his helmet, feeling a familiar weight settle over him. Climbing onto the seat, he gripped the throttle and pulled away.

As Chuuya drove, a strange calm washed over him despite the events earlier—especially Y/N’s death. He struggled to comprehend that they were really gone. The thought weighed heavily on him, and as it replayed in his mind, he tightened his grip on the throttle, pushing the bike to go faster.

He channeled all his emotions into the speed of his motorcycle. With each twist of the throttle, the world around him blurred, and for a brief moment, the pain and confusion faded into the rush of the wind. Each twist of the throttle sent him flying forward, a desperate attempt to escape the weight of his thoughts. The bike roared beneath him, carrying away his grief and allowing him to escape, if only temporarily, from the haunting reality of loss.

Chuuya arrived at his apartment and opened the door with his keys, the familiar creak echoing in the quiet space. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, the weight of the day still heavy on his shoulders. He removed his leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then kicked off his shoes and slumped lazily onto the couch.

The events of the day weighed heavily on him, especially Y/N’s death. The ache in his chest was constant, a reminder of the loss that left an emptiness he couldn’t shake. Regret and anger churned within him, mingling with the sorrow. It was hard to focus on anything else; the world felt muted, the colors dimmed. Chuuya knew he would have to confront these feelings, but for now, he allowed himself to sit in the silence, letting the weight of his grief settle around him.

—05:34 a.m.

Chuuya jolted awake on the couch, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. His heart raced as he fumbled for his phone, desperate to check the date and time. When he saw the screen, panic surged through him like ice water. In a fit of rage, he hurled the phone across the room, the sound of it hitting the wall echoing in the silence.

He gripped the couch pillows tightly, the fabric digging into his palms as he tossed them aside in frustration. Taking a moment to steady himself, he closed his eyes and focused on breathing deeply, trying to push back the whirlwind of confusion and fear that threatened to overwhelm him. What the fuck just happened?

[kolyainthenight]

Last Night, Last Dinner. (1/2) (2/2)

Rockstar!Chuuya x Superstar!Reader

Note: shh🙂‍↕️my embarrassing first chuuya fanfic…

—July 6, 2018.

Chuuya sat on his van as his manager kept babbling some shits about this pop star that the whole internet always go wild whenever they drop a new album.

“Fuck, when will he stop?” He muttered.

“Hey, I heard that. Look, this is for your own good, having an another collab with this pop singer would get you two viral. Probably the whole internet would go insane once they found out that an another collab would be happening between you two as Y/n a solo artist.”

“Yeah, whatever, I don’t care if I only have a few fans, as long as I sing good shit not like theirs, I can’t imagine myself being on the same stage as them,” he rolled his eyes as he mention being on the same stage with you.

Hirotsu sighs, he knew that having an argument with Chuuya will do nothing but give him headaches, ‘stubborn little kid…’ he thought, although, Chuuya might be stubborn or too prideful, Hirotsu still have a soft spot for him, he’s been there for him ever since the day he debuted as a rockstar.

The two arrived at the ‘Starway Entertainment’ building, that’s where you were working at as a solo pop singer. You were in your dressing room, preparing for an another interview for the week but it was interrupted when your manager came in, and rushes towards you.

“Y/n,” he said as he pants heavily, “Chuuya… is here, come. Let’s go meet them, we don’t have much time until the interview.”

-

“Hi! Nice to meet you!” You said with a smile as you reach out your hand.

“Nice to meet ya too.” He replied as he shakes your hand and let go of it.

“Let’s all take a seat,” Kunikida said as he gestured the couch behind them. “So, the company wants the two of them to collab, they plan on making a concert just for the two of them. The company promises a great fame for this upcoming collab. Ever since the collab between Y/n’s old group and Chuuya, they were so trending. Especially the part where the fans kept shipping Chuuya and Y/n, even non-fan joined the trend and shipped them as well. They already have plans for the two of them. I hope Chuuya here agrees, I heard his dislikes for pop singers…” Kunikida clears his throat.

“That’s great, but, when will it take place?” Chuuya’s manager asks.

“Probably in the end of the month, so they have the whole month for themselves to prepare, and get to know each other. The company sees a potential in making these two perform together. Pop stars and rock stars both have distinctive styles of their own. Popstars are recognized for their sleek appearances, catchy tunes, and exciting dancing moves, while rock stars are frequently associated with a gritty, rebellious atmosphere and powerful music, passionate performances, rockstars prioritize a raw, genuine sound. By seeing them together, it’ll probably draw more attention, even to non-fans.”

As the two manager converse, you move closer to Chuuya and gave him a smile before speaking.

“Y-You know, I’m such a huge fan of you and your music! I r-really love rock music,” you’re cheeks were flush and you kept on stuttering while speaking.

“Oh really? If you love rock music, why did you became a pop singer?” he asks nonchalantly.

You blinked a few times before answering, “I uhm… Because, my talent isn’t suited for being a rockstar like you, I guess.” 

“What ever you say so, pop tart.”

After the meeting was done, you stood up and shook his hand, “I’m glad to see you here, you know… Chuuya, I look forward on seeing you again!” you said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, see ya too,” he said, he let go of your hand and exited the room, along with his manager. ‘He still hasn’t changed’ you thought as a smile appeared to your face, unbeknownst to you.

“So, what do you think of them?” Hirotsu asks Chuuya as they walk.

“Them? Well, they’re annoying and so bubbly, it’s irritating,” Chuuya answered.

“Well, get use to it. There’s probably further projects for you two to do together.”

“Fucking hell… I just want this all to end.”

“It’s not like it’s going to kill you just by being with them,” Hirotsu sighs as he spoke.

“You could never know, they might be the end of me.”

—July 21, 2018.

“Chuuya, Y/n’s manager wants you and them to meet up in a cafe,” Hirotsu said as he looks through his phone.

“What for? Tell ‘em I’m busy.”

“He said, it’s for the teaser of the concert and fan service.”

“Hell no, I don’t like fan service, you know that.”

“But it’s also for the upcoming concert, Chuuya,” the old man sighs, “this is just for once, it wouldn’t kill you.”

“Fine! Whatever, when will it be?”

“He said… later in the afternoon, he also said to wear black clothes, a mask, shades, and a cap. It’ll caught more attention.”

Chuuya only rolled his eyes and continue do what he was doing, writing a song. ‘What the fucking hell did I sign up for…’

—3:19pm.

‘Shit, where are they? Why the fuck they keep me waiting… So fucking hot here’ he thought as he wait outside at the said cafe.

Across the street, you already notice Chuuya, his iconic orange hair and ocean blue eyes, you got excited and waved your hand at him while waiting for the chance to cross the street. He noticed you and groaned silently, he looked away, pretending to not seeing you.

You quickly crossed the street and rush towards Chuuya.

“Chuuya…” You stared at him for a split second before noticing his attire. “What’s with your…”

“Oh this? Your freakin’ manager said so. He told me to wear this so it’ll caught more attention. It’s not like I wanted to wear this shit. Tch.”

“Alright, alright, let’s go inside, I’m thirsty,” you said as you hold onto his arm and pulled him inside.

As the two of you enter, you look for an empty seats around, while still holding onto his arm, he doesn’t seem bothered by it and just let you lead the way. You pulled him into a table near the window.

“So, what do you want to get? The frappes here taste amazing! And the donuts as well, you should try at least one of the best sellers!” you exclaimed.

“I’ll just get whatever you will order.”

“Alright, I’ll go order it by the counter, wait me here, okay?”

Chuuya’s eyes followed you as you walk towards the counter, he wonder what will happen in the next few minutes at the cafe, whether will it be awkward or not, he tapped his fingers at the table and looked at the window as he wait for you. After a while, you went back to the table and cleared your throat which caught Chuuya’s attention, you sat down at the opposite side of the table.

“So~ How are you these past few days?” you asks, breaking the silence first between the two of you.

“Doin’ good, nothing really have changed,” he sighs.

“Oh… Uhm, I’ve been looking forward about the concert, I really can’t wait to work with you! C-can I call you Chuu?”

Chuuya’s ears perked up and his eyes widens a bit at the sudden question you asked, “Chuu…? Why would you call me Chuu? Is my name that hard to pronounce?”

You blushed out of embarrassment and scratch the back of your neck, “No! It’s not like that… It’s just that, it’s cute!”

“Tch… Whatever…”

You chuckled softly at his response, “so, do you have any plans we can do for later?”

“What? I thought we’re just gonna go to the cafe?” he asks as he frown slightly.

“Didn’t Kunikida told you that we’re supposed to eat dinner as well? That’s what the company told me to do.”

“Dinner? That long?! I was only told we’re just going to meet up in the cafe! What is this? A date?”

“No… It’s just to make the internet suspect us that we’re going to have a collab!”

“But they’ll think that we are dating secretly.”

“They won’t, well they might probably, but that’s what the company would probably want, to draw more attention.”

“This is fucking nuts! I didn’t sign up for doing little playdates with a pop star like you!” he snapped out. Your eyes widens at his sudden burst.

“Geez… I never knew you hate hanging out with me that much. I mean, let’s keep that hatred away from work,” you wore a tiny smile to at least lighten up the mood.

Chuuya calmed down his nerves, “tch….” he looked away and stared at the window beside him, his fingers tapping at the table impatiently.

“Look, I know you don’t like me, but at least try not to show it to me? I’ve been doing efforts here so the atmosphere won’t be less awkward between us since we will be together for a few more times and I’ve been looking forward to hang out with you these past few days but now I’m hurt by your brash reactions, it’s insulting how low you think of me.”

Chuuya wasn't expecting to see you get up and go to the restroom because some people around him are so used to his sudden raise of voice and outburst, but it was his first time working with you, so he didn’t realize that he should stop acting like the way he acts around the people he’s familiar with.

Time passes by, and while you two enjoy your sweets, it was so awkward… No one talked, for the whole time. You quietly ate your food as you scroll to your phone, without giving Chuuya a single look. Unknown to you, Chuuya kept stealing some glances at you. When you said those words earlier, guilt seeped into his stomach, he couldn’t help but see if you were still mad at him, but it seems like you weren’t interested anymore.

“Y/n…” You’re right, he shouldn’t have showed his dislike to you, it was the company that wants you and him to work together. ‘Fuck… I messed it up, huh?’

Your eyes left the phone you were holding and looked at him, “What is it?”

He cleared his throat and looked at the floor. “Maybe we can, go to the park later…” he said, with his cheeks flushed with a light pink tint.

You raised your eyebrows in surprised as your eyes widens a bit by his words, “P-Park…? But, that’s too far from here. I don’t have any vehicle to ride on the way there.”

“We can ride my motorbike.”

-

The two of you was done eating dinner from an ordinary fast food chain, unfortunately, the fast food chain was a bit crowded, so the two of you caught attention, it couldn’t be help, people around you two were filming you and Chuuya. After eating, Chuuya grabbed you by the waist and quickly led you outside, to where his bike was parked.

“That was fucking shitty,” Chuuya said as he clicks his tongue out of annoyance.

“It’s not like it’s something new…” you answered as you look away from his eyes, you were unaware you’re blushing from what Chuuya did earlier.

“I hate being the center of the attention.”

“Wow. Aren’t you supposed to be used to it?”

“Still, I hate it, let’s go to the park already,” he tilted his head to the direction of his bike. He grabbed the spare helmet and walked towards you and puts the helmet to your head and adjusted the chin strap. You could feel his hand below your chin and at your neck and his breathe against your skin, the small distance between you two was making your face heat up again, this is the first time you got this close to Chuuya.

“There, all set. Let’s go,” he stated as he wore the helmet also and start the engine.

-

. It was peaceful and chilly, your lower lip trembles as you two walk silently, admiring at the full moon beneath your head. Chuuya looked at you and saw your shivering state. He got concerned so he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Hmm..?”

“You can borrow my jacket, if your cold.”

You shake your head, “No need. I’m not cold!”

“You’re tremblin’, you think I’m dumb?”

“I’m not! You’re just seeing things,” you rolled your eyes and starts walking away fast, but before you could even go, he immediately grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, again… You were close to him again just like earlier. You looked up to him and met his gaze. he places his hands to your shoulders.

“I can see how your lip trembles and how you rub your hands to your arms, I’m not blind,” he removed his leather jacket and place it around you, as he leans closer to you, your face was against his neck. 

As he leans, Chuuya could smell your shampoo and your breath at his neck and it tickles him. He quickly looks away when he was done putting the jacket around you.

‘Shit, shit, shit.’ Chuuya could feel his cheeks heat up.

“Thanks… Chuu.”

‘Damn it! Why the fuck are you so… Cute.”

“Yeah, no big deal,” he replied, pretending to be cool.

“It’s been nice… Hanging out with you, except for the part where you offended me,” you laugh softly as you mention what happened earlier at the cafe.

—July 31, 2018.

“Hi Chuuya! Nice to meet you again!” You said enthusiastically.

“Don’t get your hopes up, pop tart, I’m only doing this for work not because I wanted to,” he said as he clean his electric guitar.

“I’m just glad to see you again, Chuu! You know how I’ve been looking forward to this da—“

“Y/n, you better get ready in the dressing room, you’re the one who will be doing the opening remarks,” Kunikida said to you as he looks through his tablet.

You nodded to your manager, “Alright, Kunikida! Just wait a minute,” you said, you turned your direction to Chuuya, who didn’t even bother look at you, “I uhm… I’ll be going now! See you again Chuu!” he only hummed as a reply to you.

As the time keeps getting near, you stood at the backstage, practicing the lines you’re going to say as soon as you step into the stage, you held your mic tightly near to your chest, this was your second collab with him and third concert this year. You look through the backstage to see the rockstar until your eyes landed on him and a smile appeared to your face.

“Y/n are you ready?” one of the staff asked you.

“Y-Yeah, just a little nervous…” you answered him, you counted ‘1… 2… 3…’ silently before you entered the front stage, the crowd went wild when they finally saw you on stage.

“What’s up everyone!? Ready to make some noise?!” You yelled and the crowd went wild again and was cheering for you.

“Today, before the fun starts, we have a very special guest! And he will be joining us here on the stage!” as you finish your sentence, Chuuya entered the stage, the crowd was going insane as they saw the rockstar enter the stage, they chanted his name like a spell, you joined the crowd as they chant, a smile appeared on your face as you look at him, ‘He’s so… perfect.’

The night went on with the two of you singing, the crowd and you enjoyed it but Chuuya just wanted this to end. It sucks to sing pop songs, he only like it when it’s time to sing some of his songs from his albums. But if he’s being honest, he liked your voice, he liked singing with you with his songs, but he’ll never admit that out loud.

As the song come to an end, the crowd requested for an encore, you looked at Chuuya for approval, and he rolled his eyes and nods, you gave him a genuine smile, “Alright! An encore you want, an encore you’ll get!” the crowd cheered at them.

After the encore, Chuuya left the stage, leaving you all alone at the stage, entertaining the crowd. The rockstar headed to his room, he took a wine from the mini fridge he brought and poured himself a drink when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around to see who it is and it was you.

“Hey… the crowd was asking for a Q&A for the two of us, they want to see you too as well.”

Chuuya stared at you for a few seconds before answering, “Fine, whatever… Just make it quick, I don’t like fan service.”

It’s been an hour since the crowd kept asking questions about you guys, like “Is there any further collab from you two?” or “Is there anything going on between you two?” those kind of stuff, Chuuya was growing irritated but he won’t show it. One asked you if you were dating someone.

“Hmm, dating someone? Nope! But I have a crush on this person for a very looong time! But unfortunately, I feel like he doesn’t like me,” the crowd went wild and keep screaming ‘who is it,’ you chuckled and said “That’s a secret! He might distance his self from me!”

Chuuya looked at you, and wondered if it’s him, because of your lingering stares and the attempts to talk to him. But he doesn’t want to assume, he never gave you any mixed signals for you to like him.

-

The concert finally ended, the staffs and your manager congratulated you two for a successful concert, you look for Chuuya in the backstage and walked towards him.

“What do you want, pop tart?”

“Chuuya… I want to say something to you… Let’s talk at the dressing room.”

‘Shit… This is it, they’ll confess to me.’

As the two of you entered the dressing room, Chuuya’s heart was racing fast, ‘what the fuck? Why am I fucking nervous like a teenage boy?’

“Chuuya… I…”

‘This is it…’ Chuuya thought.

“I want to treat you for dinner!”

‘Wait… That’s it?!’

“D-Dinner? But they’re gonna have a party to celebrate the success of the concert.”

“No… Don’t go, I just want the two of us.”

As those words left your lips, Chuuya felt his cheek heat up, ‘why am I feeling this way?’

“Just the two of us? W-Why?” he asks.

“Nothing, It’s the least thing I can do for you for making the concert successful, I believe you did most of the part.”

“It’s nothin’, but sure, I’ll go.”

“Great… I was thinking about riding your motorbike.” You asks as your cheeks flushes.