#that’s the problem with acting on half-formed ideas 😔

[bandaged-writer]

I saw your post for Drabble ideas: what about a drunk confession from Chuuya? I feel like he’d be really open about his feelings unlike when he’s sober because he doesn’t wanna get you involved in his mafia shenanigans so he’s been keeping his pining on the down-low. I just wanna give this man a lil kith on the forehead 😔

"mafia shenanigans" and his shenanigans are killing people 😭

739 words ; fluff

alcohol consumption, fem reader

It was liquor that warmed your throat, but it was Chuuya who warmed your heart.

An empty bottle of wine stood on his wooden desk, the glass half empty and held by skilled, gloved fingers, swishing the burgundy liquid around. Through the large window of his office, orange rays dipped Chuuya’s face in soft hues - or maybe it was the alcohol leaving behind a rosy shade upon his cheeks. If you were to guess, you’d say it was the latter.

You rested your cheek on your palm, a smile tugging at your lips as Chuuya turned into the chatterbox he secretly was. He talked about his argument with Kouyou, his distaste towards his paperwork made a comment about Mori that almost caused you to snort wine out of your nose.

Although you didn’t know who these people were, you found his stories always most amusing.

“There’s one more thing I gotta tell you about,” Chuuya slurred his words and looked at you like you had put the stars in the sky. “But you can’t tell [Name].”

A deadpan expression rested upon your face. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes. He was lucky he was cute. “Yeah, I promise.”

Chuuya sighed like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and put his glass of wine on the desk. Mindlessly, he traced his finger along the glass’s edge like he was lost in a hopeless daydream. “Whenever I see [Name], I’m tellin’ ya..,” he trails off, a pause. “My heart always skips a beat and I can’t form a damn thought. I think.."

“I think she hexed me!”

Heat rose to your cheeks and suddenly the room felt warmer than it did before. You already knew that Chuuya was acting a little..funny whenever you were around, but didn’t expect him to feel that way towards you. After all, all you two were merely..drinking buddies.

Two strangers who had happened to have met in a bar, sharing a drink, a conversation and phone numbers to stay in contact. Nothing could’ve prepared you for late night calls, his warmth seeping through the leather of his gloves or the brutal honesty Chuuya presented either at 2 am or when he was so hammered that he couldn’t even recognize you.

Oh, he had skillfully wormed his way into your heart with a temperament that only Chuuya possessed.

“Hexed you? Are you sure you’re not developing feelings?,” you questioned like he wasn’t talking to his number one problem that kept him up at night.

“Pfft, I cannot have feelings!” Chuuya waved his arm through the air, leaned his head back into his leather chair and mumbled away. “I’m totally not thinking of her beautiful face or the softness of her hair! I don’t even like her stupidly adorable smile! Totally not!”

Ignorance was bliss, or so they said.

Taking a sip of wine, you stared into the depths of the glass and hummed. “Why not? It’s normal to have feelings for someone you like like.”

“What are you? Stupid?,” Chuuya groaned, still obvious that it was you who he was pouring his heart out to. “If she ever finds out that I’m with the Mafia, she would..”

The following few words went in one ear and out the other. All you could hear was the sound of wine being poured, your own heartbeat falling a step behind and the white noise in your lungs. Seconds ticked by, yet time seemed to have come to an abrupt halt.

Chuuya? In the Mafia?

It explained so many things. His way of fighting, the air of authority around him and the way he handles things on his own. Everything clicked like a long-lost puzzle piece and completed the big picture that was Chuuya Nakahara.

Yet..did it matter what he did for a living? Certainly, he had his reasons for joining an organization which you had believed was nothing but an urban myth, a fancy story among teens whenever there was an inexplicable murder.

Finally, air filled your lungs and the voice that you believed to be lost returned. “I think you should tell her, regardless. The answer might surprise you.”

A beat of silence filled the air as Chuuya stared at you.

“..Maybe you’re right. I’m so lucky to have you, Kouyou.”

The only thing you were certain of was that this man would suffer from a major hangover the following morning.

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