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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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hihi!! i love ur writing sm and was wondering if u could do a chuuya x also mafia executive reader (similar to the dazai friends to lovers u did a bit ago) with the unestablished relationship but so obviously in love trope

thank u sm!!

i went so overboard omfg FORGIVE ME... i hope this is cohesive i kept working at it at like deep into the night so it's a little hazy omg but i loved this so much im such a sucker for this trope and chuuya and dazai are like the best characters for this kind of genre i feel

pairing: chuuya x gn reader word count: 2.8k content: fluff, hurt/comfort (an abundance of it), friends-to-lovers, mentions of sickness (vomiting, fever, etc), domestic fluff, sweet stuff, also hand-wavey teenage timeline because i didn't read all of stormbringer forgive me...

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“They said they might promote me, did you hear?”

Chuuya glances to the side at the sudden sound of your voice. You’re leaning over his shoulder from behind him, face mere inches from his as you grin widely. He has to fight the twitches of his own lips to stop himself from smiling back. “And who’s they, exactly?”

“Oh, you know. The grapevine. Just some whispers in the organization. And Kouyou.” You lean back, the radiating warmth of your body suddenly escaping Chuuya. He walks behind you as you make your way down the hallway, a little jump in your step as you recount the news to him.

“It’s what you get for working so hard. Guess it paid off.”

“You think I’m hardworking! You’re a flatterer, Chuuya Nakahara.”

“Sure am,” he quips back with amusement. Banter with you is different than with Dazai. With you, it’s lighthearted, and silly, and makes him feel like he’s fourteen and messing around with the Sheep again. With Dazai, it’s… charged, and fast-paced, and builds up a kind of aggravated energy within him that works well in fights but not in a room of Kouyou’s antiques.

“But guess what,” you start again, looking over your shoulder where Chuuya follows close behind. Your pace slows down to let him catch up to you and walk side-by-side, now. “I think you’ve got a good chance, too. You’ve got some executive qualities, you know?”

It makes Chuuya pause for a moment, because he hasn’t really thought about it before. After the mess that was the Sheep, he hadn’t considered taking up any kind of leadership or executive position in the Port Mafia. It wasn’t really his thing—too much work, too much responsibility. And as much as he loathed to admit it, it would probably mean even less time to spend with you and Dazai. Being mentored by different people already limited your time with each other.

He tries not to think too hard about the implications of it—of you and Dazai working under Mori’s hands while Chuuya gets Kouyou’s firm, but gentler palms. A vague kind of sickness washes over him that he tries to shake off.

“I don’t know about that. I think I do better in a quieter position, don't you think?”

“Nothing is quiet about you. Especially not with that partner of yours,” you joke back. “I could put in a good word for you! Once I get promoted, I’ll have, like, a bunch of power and influence, and I’ll be all high and mighty, and you and me and Dazai can all take care of the Port Mafia and be all cool, and everything.”

It’s a pipe dream. Both of you know that. Chuuya knows best about your hidden resentment of this organization and all that it stands for, all that it does. He’s heard whispers about your plans to take over—plans that would never come to fruition. Plans that were more like dreams and wishes and hopes. Something to get you through the day. The budding smile on his face falters when he turns and sees that distant look in your eyes. A sigh bubbles in his chest, but he holds it down.

“Hey, slow down. You don’t even know if you’re getting the position or not.” His comment is met with a roll of your eyes and a chest-deep groan. You launch into a big speech about how qualified you are for the job, and all the different things you’d institute as a mafia executive (nap time, stress room with cats, petting zoo, iced tea dispensers), and Chuuya nods along and laughs for as long as he can.

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You do, in fact, get promoted to an executive, but at the cost of a lot of things. Dazai leaves the mafia with no warning to you or Chuuya. You don't see him at all for two weeks leading up to his defection, and it all happens in a blur that leaves your head swimming with vertigo and your body much too frail to handle everything.

Chuuya finds you sobbing in your en suite bathroom, kneeling on the floor and crying so hard that you’re dry heaving. He hasn’t seen you like this before. Even in your rare moments of vulnerability, it was never something so visceral and uncensored. He stands in the doorway, looking down at you, and freezes. His palms itch with the desire to do something, something that he hasn’t learned.

“You… Hey, hey,” Chuuya drops to the floor once he snaps out of his daze, crouching next to your curled up form as you shake with the force of your tears. He tentatively reaches out a hand, easing onto your shoulder. When you don’t give any sort of negative reaction, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in for an embrace.

It’s odd. This isn’t something that the three of you did. For all that you and him and Dazai kicked and pushed and shoved each other jokingly, this kind of touch is unfamiliar. It’s scalding in the way that sitting in front of a space heater in the dead of winter burns you.

He shushes you like a child because he’s not sure what else to say. He’s just as shaken by Dazai’s defection, but he knew that you and Dazai had become so close over the last few years. Being trained under Mori together does that. His chest squeezes at the sight of you like this, broken down and shivering and sick at the loss of your friend.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry. Shhh, it’s— it’s okay.”

Chuuya smooths a hand over the top of your head, sliding down to rest between your shoulderblades. His mouth presses against your temple in a gentle kiss, feeling how cold and clammy your skin has gotten. He doesn’t know how to heal you. His hands are made to weigh people down and hurt and subdue, and he’s not sure if he can handle the gentler things like holding you and swathing you in blankets and cooking you soup.

But, he thinks with a renewed determination. There’s no harm in trying.

Three months later, you take Dazai’s executive position at the age of nineteen. Chuuya follows suit after another year and a half and becomes executive at twenty. You only think of Dazai when your head swims in gin and when you can’t feel the heat of Chuuya’s hands near you.

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The both of you find yourselves in Chuuya’s apartment drinking the night away. At this point, you’re both twenty-one, and being in the mafia has offered you countless resources for alcohol and the like. A warm haze has blanketed you as you take another sip of whatever sweet fruity drink Chuuya has concocted for you. He drinks a glass of wine, because he’s weird and bougie, which you tell him straightforwardly.

“Wine’s just an acquired taste,” he tells you.

“It’s glorified grape juice. It tastes like yeast.”

“That’s… kind of what it is.”

You laugh so hard that tears bead in your eyes and you hit him on the shoulder hard enough to bruise. It’s not even that funny, really, and he wasn’t even trying to make you laugh, but it’s so late into the night that you don’t even know what time it is and everything is funny when you’re this drunk.

“I’m hungry, Chuuya. I miss your soup,” you say, a whine in your voice as you throw your head back against the armrest of the couch. You’re stretched out on his velvet upholstered couch with your feet in his lap, and he’s been tracing circles against your bare shins while some documentary plays in the background on the TV. “You haven’t cooked for me in forever. I thought it was your duty as a househusband to cook every night, or something.”

“Hey! I’m not anyone’s househusband,” he shouts in protest. When you push your head up from the armrest to glance at him, his tanned face is flushed a warm red and his brow is furrowed in playful indignation and you’re struck with the urge to bite him like a chew toy. Instead, you let out a soft kind of laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you are. You’re my husband. Have been since the day I met you.” In a burst of newfound energy, you propel yourself up and off the couch, swinging your legs off his lap and standing up. “Let’s go make some soup. Your pantry’s probably stocked, right? Since you’re on top of all your housekeeping.”

“Geez. You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Of course not! Come on. You have to teach me how to cook now.”

Chuuya has reserved bone broth in his freezer, because of course he does. You submerge a container of it in hot water and wait for it to defrost while he helps you dice and saute vegetables in a pressure cooker.

(“Don't pressure cookers, like, explode, or something?”

“...who taught you that.”)

It’s a miracle you can even use a knife safely, because your head is still swimming a little bit and the line of empty bottles on the coffee table taunts you and your bad decisions. You also blame it for the way you stick close to Chuuya, bumping your hips together and leaning your head on his shoulder for a few fleeting moments until the pressure cooker starts hissing.

He serves you a heaping bowl and when you tell him you’ll puke if you eat the whole thing, he pushes the bowl at you from across the counter and says, “I’ll guess I’ll just clean your puke for you too, then.”

“Gross. You’re really a househusband if you’re brave enough to do that.”

“Househusband this, househusband that. All I do is cook.”

“And clean up the vomit of your lovely lovely spouse.”

“Sure,” he says, and he turns back to you and puts his own bowl next to yours. Then, in a swift, undeterred motion, he reaches across the kitchen island, over both steaming bowls of soup and kisses you straight on the mouth. It shocks you right into lucidity, eyes blown wide and lips nearly parting at the sudden contact. Before you can really think about it, Chuuya pulls back, circling around the kitchen island to sit next to you with two spoons so you can both eat. “As long as that lovely lovely spouse is you.”

You feel—light. Airy, sick, nauseous, more at peace than you have been in the last three years. A stupid smile starts forming on your face and you hide your giddy laughs into your soup.

Chuuya would never act like this sober, you think, still cherishing the little moment you have. Thankfully, you’re proven wrong when he keeps doing it—walking you back to your apartment the next day, going out to a mafia-affiliated diner the next week, in an empty meeting room after everyone has left.

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Another year passes. You find yourself in the throes of the cannibalism incident—not as a bystander, but as a victim. Because that’s just your luck, really.

You don’t know how you were caught in the crossfire between Fyodor and Mori, but somehow you were infected with the cannibalism virus and bedridden for nearly three days, in-and-out of consciousness while you hoped and prayed that somebody would save you. For the entirety of the conflict, you were left alone in the PM infirmary, sweating off your perpetual fever and coughing up stomach bile into a metal garbage can.

It was awful. There’s no blame to put on anyone, though. Everyone who was able to stand was on the front lines, so to speak, and from what you understood you weren’t as big of a target as Mori. Three days alone in a sterile bed was worth it for the survival of the organization.

At the end of it all, in the calm after the storm, sitting in your dorm, Chuuya visits you.

You don’t look too great, still recovering physically and emotionally, but you can’t find it in you to care. The second you hear the familiar cadence of his knock and the shuffling of his stupid heeled boots, you rip the door open and are met with his wide-eyed expression.

“Hey,” he says, and you burst into tears because god. It hasn’t hit you until now, seeing him in front of you, his warmth radiating from his hands as they reach out to hold you, but you could’ve died or he could’ve died and then what would’ve happened? Years and years of knowing each other, seeing each other at your worst, taking care of each other. Cooking in your kitchen and sleeping on his couch and kissing him like it meant nothing. It could’ve all been gone.

The mafia isn’t a safe occupation to begin with, but this entire thing has made you realize how fleeting everything is. So you sob, and you let him hold you and bring you to the couch, and you let yourself be weak.

“Hey,” he says again, tone now placating, gloved hands resting on the back of your head and between your shoulder blades as he sits next to you on the couch. You have no regard for where your body is right now, legs sprawled out somewhere beneath you and arms reaching up to grab at Chuuya’s clothes in any way you can. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

You cough wetly into his shoulder, a whine forming from between your violent sobs. Your body shakes with the remnants of your sickness and the exhaustion of the week and a small voice in the back of your head tells you that it’s embarrassing, that it’s unbecoming of a mafia executive to be so affected.

Death threats and poisonings and shootings—you deal with it every week. You choke out another whine of distress as you press the heels of your palms against your closed eyelids in an attempt to quell the tears. It doesn’t work. You’re still weak, no matter how hard you hurt.

“Shit, Chuuya,” you cough out a weak sob, shivers wracking your body as the weight of everything crashes onto you. “I was so sick. I was alone. I thought I would die. God.” You pull back from his hold to rub at your eyes with your raw palms.

“Stop that,” Chuuya says, with a gentleness you swear you haven’t heard in so long but in truth it’s been with you for the last two years. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Cold fingers wrap around your wrists and pull them away from your face.

The white-hot heat of embarrassment scalds the back of your neck. You feel like a scolded child with the pitying look he gives you, and with your hands locked between his there’s no way to hide.

“Stop,” you tell him, “quit it, Chuuya,” and you don’t know what you’re begging for, but it’s the lowest you’ve ever felt—a feared member of the mafia on their knees crying and asking for some kind of mercy.

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” he mumbles, and he pulls you just a bit closer with the grip he has on your hands. His chin rests on top of your head and you shove your face into the crook of his neck.

For once, he doesn’t smell like his gross luxury perfume. He smells like your laundry detergent and grass and the city and even more tears spill over your cheeks. Your fingers curl into his and you clench his knuckles until you feel them creak through the gloves.

“I wouldn't let you die,” Chuuya’s voice is no more than a whisper, but it’s the most determined you’ve heard him sound. “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

“I don’t need your protection,” and it’s a weak protest, and you’re grasping at straws to argue with him and push him away and make him stop before you make yourself sick with how hard you’re sobbing. You feel one hand slip from yours and slide up between your shoulderblades and start trailing along the nape of your neck, tracing circles in a lulling gesture.

“I know you don't,” he says, “but I would really like it if you let me. Just once in a while. Let me cook you soup alone and wash your face and clean your hair. All that stupid stuff.”

You cough out a weak laugh. Your househusband shtick from a year ago comes back to you, and so do all the warm evenings spent together in the kitchen and the kisses left on his cheek and the ones left on yours. You feel the warm press of his mouth against your temple and let out your last weak sob before you hold him tight again, squeeze him hard against you to make sure he’s still there. And that’s where he’ll stay.

#SO ADORABLE #:( i love him #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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Eglantine

Eglantine - I wound to heal

Number 4 of my flowers drabble/one-shot series Main Masterlist - Flowers Masterlist Summary: Your beloved partner is too focused on his work to pay attention to you, so, you’ve taken it upon yourself to figure out the most ridiculous things you can say before finally takes notice.

CW: Mafia dealings, mentions of violence, trauma, angst?, spoilers for the light novels 15 and Stormbringer, episode 61 spoilers, a bit OOC methinks, no dialogue (tell me you can't write speech without telling me you can't write speech lmao), idk what else to place here.

Pairings: Chuuya x Reader

Author's Note: Haven't uploaded in SOOOOO long, which is my bad. It was exam season, then a lot of stuff happened and uni is a lot - shoutout to everyone interviewing for placement years right now. Anyway, hoping to write a bit more this time around. So, yeah, this is just a short thing I wrote after ep 61 aired, because I love Chuuya. There may be some vamp!Chuuya content coming soon too lmao.

Enjoy :)

Many tragedies had befallen Chuuya in his life. He had been a lab rat, tortured and trapped. He had been betrayed, his first friends, his family, being the ones to stick the knife in his back. He had met Dazai. Just when things were looking up, he bore witness to the murder of his closest friends. He had lost control, almost dying and taking everything with him, succumbing to his singularity. Multiple times.

For all the tragedies he had endured, Chuuya was certain he had also caused plenty of tragedy for others, both deserving and undeserving. Hurting people came with the territory as a Port Mafia member. Delivering calamity was his role, ever since he pledged himself to the mafia. Chuuya Nakahara, executive of the Port Mafia, former King of the Sheep, bringer of the storm awaited by Verlaine, was capable of so much destruction.

Sometimes it brought him joy. Sometimes he felt as if it was a way to get back at the universe, hurt the world back, devastate it as he had been devastated. It was a way to let out his rage and anger for everything that had happened. The pain of all he had endured was overwhelming, unbearable at times. If Chuuya could return even a fraction of that pain, he felt as if he would find some relief. Sometimes it worked, only temporarily, but, for a moment, he felt as if the scales had been balanced. Sometimes, most of the time actually, there was no such feeling.

Sometimes he hated it. Sometimes he hated himself, hated that he enjoyed it, that it didn't fill him with guilt. It made him feel inhuman, reminded him of how he would never know whether he was truly real, or a copy of someone else, designed only to be a vessel. It drudged up the memories of his past, the violence and horror and sorrow. His power, the reason he was capable of such destruction, was the result of an experiment. He was the result of an experiment. Sometimes he felt that was all he ever would be. Sometimes he hated that he had to use what made him feel so inhuman.

Chuuya had endured many tragedies. He had caused many calamities. He hurt and he healed, over and over. A cycle of pain and sorrow and acceptance. Chuuya had resigned himself to it, finding small moments where he felt fine. Never happy, but okay enough, and he had come to terms with that. It was manageable, the cycle repetitive. Tragedy, hurt, heal. He knew what was coming.

That was, until you came along.

You, who smiled at him and caused an explosion in his chest. A blossoming warmth that gave him comfort and unease in equal measure. He wasn't a stranger to caring for others, yet he had never cared for someone like this. You had consumed his heart, filled his thoughts and given him hope for his humanity. After all, how could someone be capable of such intense love if they did not have a soul? If Chuuya was so inhuman, how come he had such capacity for love?

At first, he wasn't sure if this emotion was love. When he had first met you, there had definitely been attraction, but nothing more than that. Chuuya wasn't stupid. He didn't believe in things like 'love at first sight', or anything like that. He knew he didn't love you from the moment he laid eyes on you, as nice as that would have been. After spending several months getting to know you, spending evenings drinking wine and laughing together, and spending nights in each other's embrace, Chuuya knew it must have been love. One day, there was a warmth in his chest, felt only with you. Chuuya loved you. He was certain.

It was the certainty of his own love that proved your reciprocation. Chuuya was loyal and, once he'd tied himself to someone (or some people), that was it. He was bound forever. It was that way with the Sheep. He stuck with them, despite their betrayal, inevitably giving Dazai the leverage to induct him into the Port Mafia. His loyalty was a defining trait, something that never wavered, but it had to be earned. You had earned his love, through sharing affection, trust and care of your own. Showing him the love you felt for him solidified his own feelings. Chuuya knew that he loved you, because you loved him. The devotion you had for him matched his own adoration for you.

Chuuya loved you. It was why he would collapse into your arms after every tough mission, every rough day at work. It was why he could relax around you, spending hours in your presence. It was why he knew that, after every moment he spent apart from you, he could always count on finding solace and respite in your arms. Even when he was miles from you, in another country, he knew. As soon as they made their way back, Chuuya, Dazai and the rest of team Meursault. As soon as he set foot back in Yokohama, his city, he knew you'd be waiting there.

He was right. The transport Mori had sent for them had only just landed, Chuuya had barely set foot on the ground, when you jumped on him, arms wrapping around his neck, knocking him to the ground. He felt his arms wrap around you in response, face burying itself in the crook of your neck, collapsing in the comfort of your embrace. He watched as you smiled and laughed and joked, your joy bringing a grin to his own face. Even as you giggled with Dazai, the bandaged man regaling you with the tale of his prison break, Chuuya's face was the picture of fondness. His eyes held a softness reserved only for you as you leaned into him, arm wrapped around your waist.

Many tragedies had befallen Chuuya in his life and Chuuya had been the creator of many tragedies. He had wounded and healed and wounded again. However, all of that ceased to exist when he was with you. Chuuya was able to finally feel more than okay, he was able to feel at home.

#STOP #that was so cute i think im going to throw up #chuuya x reader

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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Thanks to my beloved fellow unhinged Chuuya simps, I wrote this monster. Please do let me know if youre interested in more domestic malewife Chuuya, because woo boy was this fun to write. <3

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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures Wordcount: 4,7k Short summary: Chuuya, being the kind man he is, gives you an empty room after moving together to do with whatever you like. While he is gone over the weekend, you get to know his subordinates and take him up on that offer. Warnings: NONE - Reader is an socially awkward mess, Chuuya being a cutie, author is too dumb to propperly proofread, author is unsure at this point what sap means, but also doesnt get a clear answer from google, so she will let it stand the way it is.

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"Chuuya... I eh.. that's really kind, but seriously I dont-'' Rudely you were interrupted by a chaste kiss that your favorite ginger pressed into your lips.

"No back-talking. I insist you take it and make it yours. I never used it for anything anyway. Was planning to turn it into a wine room perhaps but it serves a way better purpose as your room." You looked at him, annoyed, a sigh escaping your lips.

"But you like wine." You mused, trying to convince him again, but he was a stubborn man after all. "Yeah, but I like you more, doll. And you moved into my apartment, so I think it's fair you get a room where you can destress and take a break from me if you ever need one."

Leaving your side he picked up his hat from the kitchen island, before coming up behind you, pressing a few kisses to your neck.

"I'm leaving my credit card with you, the pin if you need it is our anniversary. And since I unfortunately have work to do, I have two of my subordinates waiting outside if you want to go anywhere. They will also gladly help you with anything regarding the room, just ask yeah?"

You looked at the room one last time, before turning around to hug him. "Okay. I'll see what I do with this room. Be careful okay?"

He nodded, kissing you one last time before leaving out the door. His heart ached each time he had to leave for a while, especially over the weekends but it also gave you time to fully focus on this project and he was more than excited to see what you'd do.

Back inside the apartment that now was your home too, you really were unsure what to do. Being given a rather spacious room to do whatever you want with it... that was a new thing.

But it wasn't like you had no Pinterest boards filled with room inspos. Scrolling through them while drinking tea helped you to get a better idea of what you wanted to do.

So a little paint would be needed, some furniture, and loads of tiny decorations. But how would you even manage to paint, the last time was when you moved into your old apartment, and that sucked majorly.

Remembering that your trusty boyfriend had left his subordinates with you, you could ask them perhaps. After getting ready to go out you went out into the spacious hallway that lead to the apartment, where two men dressed in black suits were already standing.

"Um, hey." You said awkwardly. Could you even ask hardened mafia members to please help you paint a room? Well, you'd find out now. The burly guys nodded, signaling you to continue, no emotion readable on their faces.

"Well, I was planning to paint a room and I wondered if it was alright to ask for your help?"

"We'll do anything you ask of us, that was Nakahara-san's instruction." The blond one said, adjusting his sunglasses.

"I figured, but still, I want to ask, if you don't want to, you won't have to."

The ensuing silence felt awkward as you shifted from one foot to the other.

"Is the paint already inside or do you need an escort to the city first?" The brown-haired one asked and you responded with a weird ramble of all the things you would need and places you planned on going to.

"Well, we better get going then right?" The blond one said and guided you over to the elevators.

It wasn't long before you sat in the backseat of one of the Port Mafia's Standart black cars, with your new companions sitting in the front. The ride was silent and you kept accidentally meeting their gazes whenever they went to look in the rear mirror to check in on you.

"(L/N)-san?" The brunette spoke up, making you cringe a little being addressed so formally.

"Just Y/N is fine!" You said.

"Right, Y/N, you can always call a friend if you want to have someone more familiar with you. We can pick them up on the way." You shook your head.

"No, it's alright."

You'd rather not subject your friends to suddenly seeing you with an entourage since most didn't even know you're dating a Mafioso. You had lied and told them he was working a government job and therefore needed his privacy.

So far no one had ever questioned you further about your elusive boyfriend and you preferred it to stay that way.

The first stop at Ikea made you grateful Chuuya had left these guys with you, since it was really helpful having four strong extra hands who lifted heavy packages and drove the carts around for you.

You still wanted to disappear in a hole whenever customers or workers turned their head, watching you with confused expressions but yeah, you'd need to get used to that now.

Chuuya was overprotective and now that it was more apparent that you belonged to him, there was no chance you'd have much alone time while out and about. Somehow the Mafia would always have an eye on you, even if it's just to calm Chuuyas mind.

"We scanned everything in, you can now pay." The blond said and you nudged past the many cartons to hold Chuuyas card to the card reader that happily asked you for the pin.

Typing in your anniversary date made the window close and a long paper came rushing out. You quickly collected it, stuffing it in your purse before you and your companions went back outside. Just outside the building, you noticed there was no way in hell all the new stuff would fit.

"Hey eh, guys, how are we gonna get this to Chuuyas?" You asked and the guys exchanged looks, obviously not having considered that either.

"I'll stay here, make a call and deliver them in a while, you go and pick up the rest." The brown-haired one offered, making you immediately feel bad.

"But won't that be... boring or rude?" You asked but he shook his head. "It won't take long, don't worry." You nodded and waved goodbye, following the blond to the car.

Once back on the road you finally asked what had been on your mind.

"Mind if I ask your name? It feels weird not knowing who's driving me around and all." You said and you spotted a smile from the rear mirror. "Sato and the other guy is Hiro."

You nodded, the awkwardness still barely fleeting.

While picking up the paint and anything else needed to mount the furniture later you and Sato fell into some Smalltalk. Nothing deep or noteworthy, just anything to ensure no awkward silence could take place again as it drove you up the walls.

The ever so slim fear that these guys could tell Chuuya how much of an awkward mess you were had a chokehold on you.

After being sure you had everything needed for the start, you two drove back, only stopping by a bakery you spotted near your new home.

When you were finally back in the familiar four walls of your home, you saw that Hiro had been a busy bee, by having gotten all the new furniture already up and inside.

"Oh wow, thank you so much." You said and placed the bakery goods on the kitchen island. Meanwhile, your new Mafia friends, if they could be considered that even, sorted things away and then quickly grabbed everything to start painting Soon.

"So what's the plan?" Hiro asked you eventually and had you pull up the references you picked out.

"You guys think you can manage that?"

"Don't doubt our capability." They humored you and got to work, while you began putting together the little nick-nacks that would soon find home in the room.

Around the early evening, you made tea and coffee for the two men and served some of the cake you got earlier, which the two thanked you wholeheartedly for.

Even later again, they called it quits, the room now colored just how you wanted it. "Wow, that's perfect! Thank you two so much." You beamed at them and though they would never admit it, they felt glad you enjoyed it.

"Well, it'll need to dry overnight before we put in the furniture tomorrow, so we will leave you to it for tonight, alright?" Hiro stated and you bid your goodbyes, now once more alone in the spacious apartment that currently was inhabited by Swedish packages, and loads of decorations, only waiting to find their place soon.

Yeah, this was all coming together.

The next morning started slow, the bed always felt the worst if Chuuya wasn't in it with you, but you managed to pull it together once you were munching on your breakfast. Especially when a quick message pops up on your phone.

Chuu Chuu: Thinking about you

He was a sap, even if he'd never admit it. It was tiny gestures like these that had you know how much he loved you. Even when he was away on missions or errands, he tried to find the time to let you know his heart was with you.

Same here. Can't wait to see you again.

You replied and put it down to walk to your front door which had just been knocked on, opening it to be met with the two guys from yesterday.

"Morning." You said and they replied the same, as you let them in. "Coffee, tea, anything I can offer you guys?" You asked, still feeling guilty for taking advantage of the fact that Chuuya had ordered them to fulfill your every wish.

"Am fine for now, what about you?" Hiro asked Sato, who agreed to not need anything.

You shrugged and watched as the two inspected the now-dried walls in your room, then making plans on the next steps.

"Need any help?" You chimed in, but again, the two declined.

"No need. Enjoy your morning Y/N." You nodded slowly and sat back down on the red, expensive couch with your tea, while scrolling through your phone.

Ever so often you'd look up, watching the two Mafiosi rip open packages, bicker about what they'd do first, and carry things around.

Soon little to no big packages were left, Sato and Hiro currently working on a bookshelf, when your scrolling was interrupted by a phone call from Chuu Chuu. Surprised you picked up immediately.

"Hey, didn't think I'd hear from you so soon." You said, getting up to satisfy the odd urge to walk around while talking.

"I currently have a little downtime before I'm probably am right back in the middle of annoying shit, so I called my doll. How is the room progress coming along? Are the guys helping you?"

You slyly took a peak in said room, watching the almost finished bookshelf and replied; "Yeah, going great. At this rate you won't even see any trace of package material." You laughed and he chuckled along too.

"I cannot wait to see you again. I miss you." He sighed, his longing clearly audible.

"Chuu, it's been barely twenty-four hours."

"And? Even a minute without you inflicts me more pain than any other wound I have received over the years." You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. If anyone knew the scary gravity manipulator and Mafia executive was one of the most domestic and sappy guys you knew, no one would believe you.

"You're exaggerating."

"Perhaps a little. But my point still stands. I'll treat you to dinner on Monday when I'm back alright?" You leaned on the kitchen island, a dreamy smile plastered across your face and you could only imagine that Chuuya must look similar.

"Alright. See you Monday yeah? I don't wanna keep you from work. Watch out for yourself." You said.

It felt unnecessary to tell him to be careful, he was the strongest man you knew, but you still said it. And while you did it, Chuuya appreciated it each time.

"Of course. The same goes for you. I love you Doll."

"Love ya too Chuuya." And then there was silence, except for the hammering coming from the room. A sigh escaped your lips.

Fuck, him calling you only made you miss him like crazy. How cruel of him.

It only took another hour after Chuuya had checked in with you, for Sato and Hiro to have finished building and placing all the furniture. They watched you inspect the room and felt relieved when you gave them a thumbs-up.

They were kind enough even to help you sort in all your stuff, the new plants, lights, books, figures, even when you had said multiple times that it wouldn't be necessary.

As you poked a fork into your takeout you finally asked the two, "Don't you like... I dunno, get bored of hanging around me..?"

Looking up from their portions, they immediately shook their head.

"Not really. Even if, we couldn't complain since Nakahara-san gave us this order, and the order is to "keep his most priced possession safe"." The three of you finished the sentence, imitating Chuuya.

Yeah, he really was obsessed with your safety ever since he knew he wanted you by his side. Well, being in Chuuyas Highranking Mafia position, he of course had enemies and while you knew you could be targeted just to get to him, you always found him to get a little too paranoid.

Sure, he had lost so much already and was afraid of losing again, but you weren't a child. Though you still appreciated his concern and knew he'd never trap you, make you depend on him or anything, he simply wanted your safety assured so his mind was calmer.

You knew him too well by now.

"Well, thanks anyways for all the help! Don't think I could have gotten the whole thing done this quick without you." The two guys smiled at you, nodding their heads.

The evening soon came to an end as you declared you'd take a bath and then go to bed, feeling exhausted even if you barely did much today.

Sato and Hiro bid their goodbyes, telling you they will check in tomorrow around noon for your well-being and then left to keep guard around the block.

Once more, an evening alone. It was spent with some snacks in front of the TV, catching up on some series that Chuuya wasn't interested in.

It was a nice distraction from the now lonely feeling in the apartment. When you could barely keep your eyes open, you decided it was time for bed.

Sinking into the luxurious and spacious bed, you fell asleep right in the middle, hugging Chuuyas pillow close to you, his scent slowly lulling you into a well-rested sleep.

Well, the well-rested was a lie. You had woken up, groggy and exhausted, despite having slept rather long. Thanks bunch weird nightmares that don't even make sense.

With a hot mug in hand, you took pictures of the room, sending it to your friends to flex a little.

Youre kidding? Holy shit that looks so cool?

Does your bf have a brother or something?

A whole ass room to yourself? Wow you really finally got lucky. When are we finally gonna meet him?

You hated that question. Chuuya had told you countless times since moving together that you were more than welcome to invite people, but you always felt uncomfortable in a weird way.

First off, you didn't wanna come across as a sugar baby. This whole apartment screamed money and luxury and then there was you, a regular person from Yokohama, that'd beg questions.

Second, you liked to keep Chuuya away from your relationships with other people. He wasn't the only worrywart in your relationship. You simply felt uncomfortable, possibly spilling what Chuuyas occupation actually was.

Sure, it sucked having to always plan meet-ups elsewhere, but you liked it better that way.

Soon perhaps. He's currently out working over the weekend

You replied and watched as your friends flooded your phone, jealous that you seemingly found the perfect guy™.

Chuckling you sat down on the new couch in your room, putting on the LED lights.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

Maybe it was good that Chuuya didn't relent.

It was already pitch back outside when Chuuya parked his motorcycle in the garage of his apartment complex. He was spent. But back a whole day earlier.

He could still have a nice relaxing Sunday evening with you, and that was all he currently wanted. He checked his phone for the report from Hiro, which had him chuckling as he rode the elevator up.

They are truly a sweetheart. You made a good catch Nakahara-san.

He had expected nothing else. Your kindness and irresistible smile was what had him at his knees all the way back then and he had suspected that even his subordinates would like you.

Sighing contently, he unlocked the apartment door and when you didn't immediately rush to him, he figured you must be occupied or aren't hearing the rustling of him taking his coat, shoes and hat off.

The dinner he had picked up on the way was placed in the open kitchen and spotting colorful lights coming from the room he left to you, he knew where to find you.

But first he got rid of his second jacket, vest and leather accessories, remaining in only his white dress shirt and black dress pants. Creeping up to the open door, he knocked before entering, finding you playing video games on a new couch.

The shocked expression as you pulled your earbuds out warmed his heart, especially when you broke into a huge grin.

"But it's not Monday." You said and got up to embrace him. Hugging you tightly and enjoying just having you in his arms he finally replied; "Worked extra hard to get back quicker. Can't leave my doll all alone for so long, now can I?"

His hands found your face, holding it still, while he pressed kisses all over it, until he eventually, finally, kissed your lips.

After enjoying the sweet sweet bliss you stepped away a little presenting the new room.

"So what you say?" You asked, gauging his reaction. It was your room, but you still wanted him to like it.

"Looks lovely. I really like what you have done with the place. Better than a wine room for sure." He hugged you from behind as he looked around, taking in all the details.

Your favorite books, merch from shows and games you enjoyed, lots of LEDs and fairy lights, plants, a comfortable carpet.

Yeah, it was truly pretty, just like you.

"You know I won't enter unless you give me permission right?"

"You're in here right now and I don't remember giving you permission." you teased him, humming as you swayed from left to right. "You know what I mean."

"I do. And I appreciate it Chuu."

He pressed a kiss to your neck as you pulled him with you to the couch. Quickly spinning around to face him, your hands hooked around his neck, pulling him with you as you let yourself fall down onto the soft material, with Chuuya obviously having used his ability by the way you very softly landed.

Reuniting your lips again and again was now the agenda, the smiles never fading from either of your faces.

When Chuuya then lifted his upper body up, you looked at him puzzled.

"I brought food." Pulling him back down, you kissed him again, your tongue softly swiping over his and he gladly opened his own mouth to let your tongues meet.

Your hands moved from lovingly brushing your thumbs over his cheeks to his soft hair, playing with some strands, which had him groan into your mouth.

He was a mess in your hands when you played with the ginger locks. It took minutes until you pulled away, and when you looked at your boyfriend his pupils were blown wide. You loved having this effect on him.

"Want to eat now?" He asked and you contemplated. On the one hand... making out with him ... on the other... food.

"What did you have for lunch even?" He asked and you looked to the side.

"Nothing." You whispered but he heard you well and got up immediately, pulling you to the kitchen.

"Nothing? Yeah, no, you're gonna eat now." Rolling your eyes you still helped getting cutlery, glasses, and drinks to then finally sit down and eat.

It was a quiet dinner, like always, the only extra thing was Chuuya seeking out your hand to fold while he continued eating.

How could a man become so touch-starved after having been away for barely 48 hours? You couldn't imagine how bad it'd be once he'd be needed to get out of the country.

"What's got your mind running?" He asked, having noticed that you only poked your food with a smile on your lips.

"Oh just this really cute guy I know." "Oh." He mused, feeling up for the game. "He must be a pretty great catch if he's got you smiling like that."

Digging around in his pockets, he found his phone and started playing music over the stereo. You chuckled when he got up, inviting you to dance with him.

"Oh he is..." you murmured as Chuuya pulled you close, swaying with you softly to the music.

"Respects me, makes me smile, always puts my comfort first, insists even that I get a to have a personal room in his luxury apartment."

"Well, that does sound nice. Hope he's good-looking." You laughed as he dipped you, your head tilting all the way back as you couldn't meet his gaze. You know he was smirking waiting for an answer.

"Well..." You started as pulled you back up, straight into his chest. "He's got reeeal pretty eyes. Like I can get lost in them for ages. Nice and smooth skin, which he better should have, since he spends ages in the bath."

Chuuya laughed about your backhanded comment as he twirled you so your back was pressed against his chest, his hands roaming you still swaying body.

"His hair is also so nice too. I have never seen a haircut like that, but he absolutely rocks it. And the color... reminds me of the most beautiful sunsets."

Having heard enough, you were twirled once more, so Chuuya could lean his forehead against yours.

"What a guy. Do I know him?" You leaned closer to his lips, your breath ghosting over them as you spoke.

"Yeah, it's you, you fool." He broke the last piece of distance kissing you once more. As the song came to an end, he pulled away, only giving your forehead a quick kiss, and then quickly began cleaning up the kitchen.

You sighed as you watched him quickly clean.

"Are you tired?" You asked, knowing that since he came back a whole day earlier he must have been working hard.

"Yeah a little. Been on observation the whole night."

"Then let's get to bed soon, you need some rest." Not wanting to admit to needing that, the ginger waved his hand.

"Soon. Oh yeah, I haven't asked, but you have been alright with my subordinates, right? Like they didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Not at all. They were very sweet. Did they complain about me?"

"Of course not." Chuuya would genuinely like to see someone try and badmouth his partner to him. A laugh escaped him.

"It really seems that I wrap the Mafia about my finger. Are we sure I don't have an ability? The ability to make any mafiosi putty in my hands."

"To test that theory I should get Akutagawa to meet you. If he likes you, then I'll call it an ability." Chuuya immediately shuddered as he imagined the strange situation.

"Never mind that, I prefer you in one piece."

You laughed as he kindly pulled you along into the bedroom, flicking on the light so you both could change into more comfortable clothes.

"In one piece? Is he the eh..." You rummaged through your brain. It was rare that Chuuya was ranting and raving about his higher-ranking colleagues, so you desperately tried to find any information your brain had anchored to "Akutagawa".

"He's the dog guy right?" Chuuya started laughing his ass off, doubling over, he pulled his shirt off. "The silent rabid dog of the Port Mafia. That's what you mean right?"

You felt your face warm up. Wow, you kinda missed the mark.

"Yeah. But don't laugh so much, you kept confusing my best friend with that annoying customer from work!" You said and remember how shocked you had felt when Chuuya had casually offered to order a hit on your best friend, only to find you he had meant the annoying customer that had been bothering you for weeks.

"To be fair, they had really similar names!"

"They really aren't similar." Chuuya pouted and pulled out some jogging pants and a loose t-shirt and changed into them, still chuckling to himself that you called Akutagawa the dog guy.

"I'd prefer if my colleagues don't know much about you." He stated content when his ginger head pushed through his t-shirts opening.

"Why's that?" Instead of answering directly, he pulled you into bed with him, snuggling up to you, relinquishing in everything you had to offer.

"Well, you're mine. Don't want you to see what the Mafia has to offer." You snorted. As if that really was his reasoning, but it gave you another opportunity to stroke his ego.

"Pft, as if anything better than you is walking around there. You're already the Port Mafia finest."

Chuuya pressed a kiss on your hair, his warm hands already stroking your body in a gentle, soothing way.

Comfortable silence ensued, where you two only enjoyed the presence of the other.

This is home.

Chuuya is home. The feeling of being content, comfortable, and warm, Chuuyas simple presence gave all of this to you and he felt very much the same.

Before you, he had little to come home to. He didn't mind working longer, didn't mind doing more work, but ever since he knew you'd be waiting for him, he had cut back, less overtime, less spending the night in a bar and then power napping at the headquarters.

His life was just perfect right now.

And then you speaking about a dog came into his head again.

"Hey, doll... what would you say about getting a dog?"

"Huh?" Confused you looked at him, checking if he was joking.

"I have wanted one for ages but my duties leave me with so little time to properly care. But with you now here... I think we could manage."

"Are you forgetting I'm Working too?" He shook his head, his red locks of hair, bobbing around.

"Of course not. But your work times are actually normal and don't require you to fly out of the country in case of emergency."

"True true..." you mumbled. "And you'd be less alone! When I'm gone you'd at least have a companion."

He was really convincing and the way his eyes sparkled, you could only guess how long and deeply he has longed for a dog.

"That does sound enticing. I'll think about it." A bright smile stretched across Chuuyas face and he immediately peppered you in kisses.

"You're the best." He whispered in-between them, hugging you tighter.

This was your life. If someone had told you that you'd end up dating a Mafia Executive who controlled Gravity and was also the vessel for a god... you'd have laughed. That was simply absurd, but here you were, in bed with that exact guy.

You meeting him had been so long ago. It felt like ages.

And as the time went by, your love for Chuuya deepened, and the two of you faced life's challenges hand in hand. You knew that life with a Mafia Executive was far from ordinary, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite the odds, you had found your place by Chuuya's side, and he had found his home in your arms.

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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thinking abt artist!chuuya and muse!reader im having THOUGHTS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

#im delusional

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A little favor

Summary: You had a particular way of talking when you wanted something from him, and usually it wasn’t something Chuuya was a fan of. This time included. Or the time you asked Chuuya to shoot you.

Pairing: Chuuya x Fem! Reader

Inspired by Sweetober prompt: Ear cleaning

Warning: cursing, mention of blood, seduction/mention of intimacy-kinda?

Enjoy

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“ Chuuu can you do me a little favour?”

Chuuya swallowed heavily; he'd recognize that silky sweet purr of yours anywhere. The way you attempted to sound cute and defenseless before throwing an unexpected request you both knew he wouldn’t like into his lap. Usually it entailed you driving- which meant you’d be going far above the speed limit- treating the regulation more like a recommendation- and closer to the speed limit of the car. Or suggesting some kind of challenge for you both to complete. Though he mused with an afterthought, sometimes your ideas did get unexpectedly pleasant results.

“ What is it, doll?” he gave a cautious reply, not quite daring to get his hopes up.

It was still early in the morning, the sun having barely crawled over the horizon. Despite the early hour, both of your day was planned out down to the minute. The idea was to go apartment viewing in two different districts in Yokohama in a feeble attempt to find a place that met your price range and Chuuya’s standards and that was available for you to move in before the start of your first term in Yokohama university. After all, you still needed a few days to pack and prepare for your move from Tokyo. And you had adamantly refused to move in with Chuuya stating you need a quiet place with no distractions to study. The emphasis being on no distractions.

“ Can you shoot me?”

“Heeh?!” Chuuya yelled abruptly standing up, then cursing as he banged the table with his leg, spilling his cup of burning hot coffee everywhere.He reached for nearby napkins quickly to clean up the mess before you had a chance to notice him lose his cool. In his head he was cursing himself for overreacting, but he couldn’t help it. He had still to bring himself to tell you about him being in the Port mafia. A conversation he purposefully put off until- never!

He just finished cleaning up when you decided to grace him with your presence, still dressed in your tempting home-clothes. Little sadist. You leaned against the doorframe, watching your lover with an amused expression. “ With this of course” as you held up the little white plastic ear piercing gun “ What were you thinking?”

“ Honestly Y/N, fuck you” Chuuya stated as slumped back down in the chair in utter defeat. If only you knew how close you were to giving him a heart attack.

“ You can, afterwards, however you want”

“ Seriously?” He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. The red of his ears was the only give-away of his wandering mind.

“ Yup” you popped the p as you moved over, swaying your hips seductively. When you came up to the table you leaned forward, giving him a good view down your shirt. You inched closer, your lips above his own “ However you want” you purred. He moved forward to kiss you, only for you to flinch backwards, holding the little plastic gun between you. “ Well?”

Chuuya sighed in defeat and took the small device, a look of utter detest on his face. He was right in his assessment that he would not like your idea one bit “ The things I do for you sweetheart”

“ And that’s precisely why I love you” you stated, giving him a quick peck on the lips before you skipped out of the room. Chuuya sighed again before he followed behind you into the bedroom at a much slower pace. By the time he got there, you were already perched comfortably in your make-up chair. Your back to the mirror to give him the most space to work and best access to light. All the things he’d need were carefully prepped on the table behind you. Eyeing them cautiously, Chuuya pulled off his gloves before tossing them on the table. Then he picked up the black eyeliner, getting ready to mark your ears.

Like a calf.

That thought made Chuuya shudder. Placing the pen back down he picked up the plastic device and studied its structure. He could see that you had already placed the temporary earring in. Prepped and ready, all he had to do was to aim it right and shoot. The very process he didn’t look forward to. Still, despite his hesitation he brought it to your ear, aligning it with the small black dot. Then he just held it there fighting the irrational part of his brain.

“ Come on, it's just to stick them through.” You muttered as you shifted in your seat partially in annoyance and partially in excitement “ You can see what you’re doing, I can’t. ”

“ Hold still doll” Chuuya said as he re-aligned the gun to your ear, still hesitating. Seconds ticked into minutes. Nothing changed.

“ Why are you so afraid of this?” you finally snapped, knocking his hand in the process. Chuuya cursed, activating his ability to prevent the small plastic earring from piercing you, making the gun jam in the process. He was quick to deactivate his ability before you noticed, dropping the gun into your lap, then taking a few steps away from you.

“ Oh it’s jammed” you mused, completely unaware of what just happened. Chuuya watched you begin to fiddle with the device, easily pulling it apart into its various components before inspecting the earring. Concluding it was not damaged you placed it back in and began reassembling it. “ I don’t get why you’re so afraid of doing this. It’s just to align to the markings and to press the trigger, that’s it. Not rocket science!”

“ Because doll” he started his mind racing to places that had nothing to do with piercing ears and very much to do with guns and blood. Your blood. But he couldn’t tell you that, not without opening a completely different can of worms. “ If I fuck this up not only will you blame me for it until your ears heal but I’ll also become very acquainted with the couch.”

“ Hey I’m not that bad” You muttered as you put the gun on the table and crossed your arms over your chest, a mix of emotion clouding your features. Chuuya didn’t know what you were thinking but he did know it was nothing good. Especially when you had a full day ahead of you.

Sighing in defeat he moved over and patted the back of the chair urging you to lean back in it. It didn’t take too long before you complied, a small frown still on your lips. Taking your chin in his hand, Chuuya gently turned your head so you were looking straight ahead. Then he placed the edge of the piercing gun against your earlobe. “No you aren’t love, but I’m not driving an hour one way just for your couch, better ‘to be on the safe side’”

“ Wait, is that why you’ve rarely stayed over?” Rather than answer, Chuuya pulled the trigger of the piercing machine. He watched you jump slightly as the piercing went through your flesh, the plastic temporary earring secured in place. He lowered the gun, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watched you run to the mirror to admire his work.

Staring down at the plastic machine in his hand, he swallowed thickly. Even though he rationally knew the piercing gun was not a real one, and that it was perfectly safe unless gravely abused, he still couldn’t believe he actually shot you. His mind twisting the innocent image into one from work. His mind was imagining that his slightly sweaty hand was covered in blood. You were staring at him with wide eyes, a shocked and betrayed expression on your face. Or what was left–

“ Hey“ You were by his side, pressing a hand to his cheek “ Was it really so bad?” You asked, unaware of his suffering.

Rather than answer, Chuuya turned his head and pressed a kiss to your soft hand. He could smell the synthetic smell of your strawberry hand cream- the idea that you ran around with it everywhere making his shoulders shake with laughter Finally steadying his nerves he took a good look at your ear. The earring sat straight, “ Looks good” he mumbled his mind already thinking of all the earrings he was going to buy you.

“ Right?” You cheered, your voice so bright and happy. “ And now the second ear!”

Chuuya let out a groan as he buried his face further into your hand. Catching your hand he pressed a kiss to your fingertips then, turning your hand to your wrist, feeling your strong heartbeat gently humm against his lips. His eyes slid shut for a second, enjoying the reassuring sensation. When his eyes opened he was met with your bright smile and an adoring expression in your eyes. Your face seemed to grow brighter as you took notice of him staring. So innocent and so happy.

Chuuya pulled back, lowering your arm back to your side.“ This time, try to sit still” he muttered as he motioned for you to sit back down. You did so obediently, doing your best to keep your excitement at bay. Silence lingered as Chuuya re-checked your ears, making sure that the guiding dot was straight and where it needed to be. Then he raised the plastic device back to your ear and held it there, re-checking again.

“ Sooo is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” you probed.

“ Not a thing Dollface” he replied a little too quickling, pulling the trigger before you could question him further.

Once again you jumped up from your chair before rushing to the mirror, admiring the bright red gems adoring your ears. Chuuya watched you bouncing in the spot, clapping your hands in glee. Then you ran back to him and threw your arms around his neck. You crashed your lips in a grateful kiss, practically bouncing in his arms. Raising his hand, Chuuya tangled it in your hair, bringing you closer. Your excitement over earrings soon mellowed and you closed your eyes relaxing into his touch. You parted your lips, letting out a soft moan as he brushed his tongue against yours.

Chuuya stared at you during the entire kiss, his eyes putting each and every expression to memory. He knew he would always do these small favors, especially if you asked him in that sweet voice of yours. The sight of you so genuinely happy, in a fashion no purchased gift could achieve, had him completely wrapped around your finger. He’d keep doing whatever it took to make you this happy, even if it meant that he’d be plagued by nightmares for weeks on end. With the innocent plastic gun being replaced by the all too familiar cold metal one.

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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do you accept requests for part twos? if not, please ignore this! but if you do.... matchmaker was so good! i'd love to see a part two! either with the boys out on a date with some girl they don't care for or maybe confessing to reader 😳 i just love that post and your writing is soo nice to read! the way you mesh dialogue and action... SO GOOD

sorry omg i got off track um um hope you're having a nice day!

OMGOMG THANK YOU SM THAT'S SO SWEET:( part two of matchmaker is actually in the making!! the reason of why its taking so long it's because it has both of those scenarios!(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ BUT I'LL PROBABLY FINISH TODAY ONCE I COME BACK HOME 🙏🙏 THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME

#im so happy I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK LMAO #im slow im so sorry!!

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staring at you is something chuuya nakahara finds himself doing whenever he isn’t occupied with work.

how could he not? is it a sin to gaze at such a lovely person whom he wants to call his? perhaps, but hate the sin and love the sinner… and in all honesty, he just wants to keep gazing at you and forget the rest of the world, forget all of his work, forget all the problems.

forget the fact he hasn’t told you all the truth about himself, his occupation, and what it means for you in turn.

working at the port mafia isn’t the safest job, and he knows that firsthand, but god, he doesn’t want to risk losing you once he tells you everything.

he’s afraid, afraid of losing you to the foolish people that would connect you to him, afraid of losing you by another’s hand, afraid of losing you if he tells you everything, the ugly truth.

afraid he’ll be left behind just like all the other times in his life.

unable to look away, he succumbs to his fate: a longing glance at you is the only possible thing he can do that doesn’t gamble your safety. at least this way, he knows you’re safe, even if you don’t know everything yet.

he watches you do something with a smile, and he knows he is contradicting his past beliefs, his past self that didn’t believe in love, in romance. and now?

now he does nothing but dream about love.

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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ROMANTIC LOVER

CHUUYA NAKAHARA X GN!READER

"She's a killer, romantic lover, there is no other; she's my lover."

GENRE: Fluff

WARNINGS: Season 5 ep 11 spoilers, established relationship, pet names, mentions of kissing,

SUMMARY: Helping Chuuya disguise as a vampire for the sake of a mission! Though, he really dreads it.

A/N: A win is a win. (I am on an unhealthy amount of copium). Something short and simple because the new episode drained me💔

"Ow! Be gentle!"

Chuuya hissed, with you perched on his lap, attempting to attach the fake fangs to his teeth. It seemed quite absurd, the necessity of cosplaying as a vampire to save the world. I mean, really?

"Perhaps if you'd stay still for a moment, I might be able to attach these correctly," you scolded, irritation evident in the click of your tongue, as you accidentally pushed the fake fangs into his gum, prompting a startled cry from him. His body tensed, and his hands tightly gripped your waist, making you yelp. "Hey!"

"Don't 'hey' me! Are you attempting to tear my gums apart?!"

You gave his forehead a light flick, watching him sulk and grumble about the mission. While the fate of Yokohama hung in the balance, Chuuya hadn't anticipated that he'd have to dress up as a vampire and form an uneasy alliance with their primary foe. Deep down, he suspected that the entire scheme was simply a ploy for Dazai to have an excuse to mock and jest at his expense all day.

"Well, at least I get to admire my boyfriend in a vampire costume," you playfully teased, giving his cheek a pinch, while your other hand held the fang in place. "And come on, no need to pout so much. You do have the chance to shoot Dazai, isn't that what you've always wanted?" You whispered, gesturing for him to open his mouth.

He reluctantly complied, his words emerging as muffled grumbles. "That's the only good thing in this whole mission."

"That's the only positive aspect? What about the salvation of the entire world?" You paused, frowning as you whispered to him. "What about me, hmm?"

He looked at you, a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he sighed. His hands reached out to cradle your cheeks, his thumb gently tracing soothing circles. "Oh, come on, you know I didn't mean it that way, sweetheart."

"Pfft, I was joking."

"And I was not."

You chuckled softly, lifting his chin gently with your fingertips, carefully attaching the second fang to his tooth, ensuring you avoided his gums this time around. "Mm, I know."

Once the fangs were securely in place, you tried to hold back your laughter as Chuuya played around with his tongue and mouth, clearly struggling with the unfamiliar feel of his new teeth. "Ugh, how am I even supposed to close my mouth with these?... These fangs are annoying as hell— how much glue did you even put?!"

He shot you a glare, his brows furrowing as his sharp canines jutted out from his lips. In a mischievous attempt at revenge, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, fingers gently hooking onto your chin as he drew you close.

However, a predicament arose– his fangs.

Instead of a romantic kiss, you both winced as your teeth clashed together, and he pulled away with a frustrated groan. "You've got to be kidding me!"

He buried his face in his hands, frustration evident, while you chuckled at his predicament, thoroughly amused. "Why so worked up? It's not like it's the end of the world!" you teased, playfully ruffling his hair.

"First, I had to meet up with that infuriating, good-for-nothing bastard to negotiate a plan," he began, his words muffled by his palms. "Second, I'm coerced into dressing up as an ancient bloodsucking creature."

"And worst of all— I can't even kiss you," he grumbled, voicing his exasperation.

"You're really that eager to kiss me?" you teased, giving him a sly grin, playfully smirking as he tensed up. "...no," he responded with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

Indeed, his eagerness was palpable. With his coworkers transformed into vampires, the world teetering on the brink of doom, and you, who meant everything to him, being just out of reach— a simple kiss denied. He couldn't help but think Dazai was likely having a good chuckle over his plight, even from behind bars.

This is so cruel.

"Don't sulk, sweetheart," you cooed, cradling his face and blessing his cheek with a delicate kiss. "Once the mission is over, you can shower me with as many kisses as you wish. Alright?" Whispering, you pressed another soft kiss on his other cheek. A blush warmed his features, and he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "That's only if you return without a scratch, understood?"

"Jeez alright, so demanding," he grumbled with a hint of a smile, fluttering his eyelids as he indicated for you to insert the red contacts. You couldn't help but notice his fingers twitching nervously, tapping lightly against your hips. "Relax, I won't accidentally poke your eyeballs," you reassured him, carefully placing the contacts in.

He blinked a few times, squinting his eyes as he adjusted to the red contacts. A frown creased his face as he realized that the contacts severely limited his vision, turning everything into a crimson blur. "God, this is dreadful," he muttered in frustration.

"I can't believe I have to listen to Dazai's insufferable monologue too," he murmured, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He seemed to relax as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. "I'll save an extra bullet just for that," he grumbled.

"Now isn't that just mean?"

"Mean? That's mean? I can barely even see you and I'm being mean?!"

"Oh, come on, as irritating as he might be, he doesn't deserve that," You chuckled, carefully placing the other contact into his eye, even as his complaints persisted. From the little you knew about Dazai, he seemed to be a constant thorn in your boyfriend's side. The stories painted a picture of quite an eccentric character.

"He literally blew up my car two years ago! He should get a bullet for each time he's annoyed me!" He was visibly agitated, a vein prominent on his forehead as he clenched his jaw.

"You two always bicker like little children. Isn't that just business as usual for you guys?" you teased. "Bickering like kids and blowing up someone's car are definitely not the same," he deadpanned.

You simply shrugged, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead and sweeping his bangs aside. "Given your dynamic, I'd say it's your version of normal."

He gave you a faux-threatening glare. "If you keep defending that asshole, I'll put a bullet through your head too."

"Mhm, you wouldn't."

You nestled closer, taking solace in the warmth of his chest, your embrace tightening ever so slightly. Beneath your playful banter, a subtle undertone of concern for his safety during the mission lingered. Sensing your change in mood, Chuuya remained silent, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He tenderly kissed his fingertips, then touched them lightly to your forehead.

"Yeah, I wouldn't," he murmured softly.

A/N: this is so over the place but I genuinely can't write anymore༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ I have a idea for Fyodor and Nikolai too but I'll see if I can get to it

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CADENZA ÉTUDE

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"The day that I met you I started dreaming."

GENRE: Romance/fluff

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, flirting but it's all fluff :] my little sillies<3

(this was written before the chap 109 was animated, I'm no longer silly)

SUMMARY: 'Frequent xxx' (customer, audience, patron etc...) trope with them! :)

CHARACTERS: Pm!Dazai, Ranpo, Jouno, Nikolai

SONGS BEST WITH: Samba de Verao, art house, moonlight, tell me, banana shake, met her on the internet [instrumental], pipo pipo

A/N: Credits to @/suicid6-s for the pm!Dazai part! Really loved the idea :D

DAZAI OSAMU (PM VER.)

You delicately wiped the glass with a soft white cloth, your motions careful as you traced the smooth edges of the glass. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations from other patrons in Bar Lupin, you focused on your task with a serene concentration.

The soft chime of the bar's entrance bell resonated through the quiet ambiance of the establishment, accompanied by the gentle sound of footsteps approaching. Without lifting your head, the sing-song tone of your name uttered in the familiar voice was enough to identify the visitor— there was no mistaking who it was.

"Shall it be the usual, Dazai?"

You greeted him in a soft tone, setting aside the glass cup you were tending to, and turning your attention towards him with a composed expression. As he settled onto a stool, his arms draping over the table and his chin resting in his hand, he responded with his trademark grin, casting a playful gaze in your direction. "Actually, nope! I wanna try something new today. What's your personal favorite drink?"

You let out a thoughtful hum, your brows slightly furrowing as you responded. "I'm sorry, but I don't actually drink alcohol."

Your gaze remained on him, watching his reaction closely. His surprise was evident as he let out an intrigued noise. "Oh? That's quite unexpected."

"Unexpected? In what way?" you chuckled softly, reaching for a freshly washed cup to dry. He shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I mean, you're a bartender. Typically, bartenders enjoy alcohol themselves, and it helps them recommend drinks to their customers based on personal experience."

"Aren't you a bit too young to be drinking?"

"Aren't you a bit too young to be working in a bar?" he countered with a smirk.

You sighed, choosing not to get too wrapped up in his playful banter. "Alright, how about a Virgin Mojito then?" you offered.

He gave you a thumbs up and a nod, settling onto the stool and idly kicking his feet. It struck you as a bit peculiar since he usually came accompanied by two older regulars, which was a bit unusual given his relatively young age. However, you didn't dwell on it too much– you'd only started working at the bar a few months ago, so you weren't privy to all the details.

You weren't entirely sure about the nature of the trio's work, but you had a nagging suspicion that their jobs were far from innocent, definitely something beyond what should be exposed to younger individuals.

Nevertheless, your responsibility at the bar was clear– serve customers and provide a bit of conversation when they desired it. You'd been careful not to intrude on their interactions too much, speaking only when they initiated the conversation themselves.

The brunette of the group, in particular, stood out as the most talkative customer you'd ever encountered. From your very first day on the job, his eyes would light up upon seeing you, and he'd make a beeline for your station with an infectiously cheerful grin.

From that first encounter, he always seemed to find a reason to chat with you, regardless of how busy the bar was or who he was with. There was something infectious about his energy, and although you were used to dealing with various kinds of people, there was something different about this young man.

It wasn’t just that he was outgoing. There was a sharpness in his eyes, an observant quality that suggested he was always thinking several steps ahead. Yet he had an easy charm that drew people in, and despite yourself, you found you looked forward to his visits.

He would regale you with tales that ranged from the absurd to the profound, often all in the same breath. You never quite knew how much of what he said was true, but you found you didn't mind. His stories, whether they were about his misadventures or poetic musings on life, were always entertaining.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I was just wondering where your other two friends are," you said in a hushed tone, your hands deftly working on muddling the mint leaves in a glass. He responded with a nonchalant hum, toying with the decorations on the bar table. "Ah, they're caught up with work today. Just me this time."

He catches your glance but dismisses it with a carefree attitude. "Though I might be flying solo tonight, it's not like I'm truly alone, right?" he chuckles, offering you a playful wink (or blink, considering one of his eyes is concealed by a bandage).

Arching an eyebrow, you continue juicing a lime. "What do you mean?"

"Just that having you around keeps me company," he replies with a grin.

You can't help but groan, your eyes playfully rolling as you hand him his drink. His laughter fills the air in response to your reaction, and he raises his glass in a mock toast before downing it in a few hearty swigs. His eyes widen dramatically, and he lets out an exaggerated gasp. "This drink is absolutely divine, much like the talented bartender who concocted it!"

You tried to hide the slight blush that tinged your cheeks, though the warm atmosphere of the bar helped camouflage it. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you, Dazai?" You replied, unable to hold back a smile.

He smirked, setting the glass down, leaning slightly over the counter. "Only when I see someone worth charming."

With a playful huff, you turned to assist another customer, muttering, "Flattery won't get you another free drink."

Dazai chuckled, his playful demeanor making the atmosphere light and lively. "Worth a try, wasn't it?"

"But wait," he beckons you with a finger, prompting you to turn your gaze back to him. His grin broadens, and he rises, leaning in over the counter, bringing himself close to your ear. His sudden movement catches you off guard, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your eyes widen momentarily. "Who knows," he murmurs, his voice a low, playful hum. You're caught between surprise and intrigue, your heart pounding a little faster.

"Sweet talk might just earn you someone's digits," he continues, his tone light and conspiratorial. A small smile tugs at your lips, his flirtatious approach managing to break through your usual composed demeanor.

In a swift motion, his warm hand holds yours, and your eyes flick down to find a slip of paper nestled between his fingers. Your pulse quickens, and you glance back up to meet his gaze. "Give me a call sometime, cutie," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But be discreet; my boss has a thing for tracking phones~"

You stared at the slip of paper for a moment, his handwritten number scribbled on it. Then, you looked back up to see him already heading to the bar exit, tossing one of his usual cheeky waves over his shoulder.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest as you shook your head, your smile growing wider. Dazai was undeniably different and unpredictable, which made your shifts all the more interesting.

You tucked the slip of paper into your pocket, deciding to think about the whole 'calling' thing later. Right now, you had other patrons to serve, though a certain charming brunette had certainly brightened up your night.

RANPO EDOGAWA

You gaze at the moving conveyor belt, a perplexed look on your face, your nose wrinkled and your lips downturned. This man, a regular visitor to your convenience store, seems to have an unending appetite for sweets. It's not that you're in any position to pass judgment, but his frequent purchases of candy and nothing else pique your curiosity. The sheer volume of candy he buys makes you contemplate if he's using them to feed a colony of sewer rats; the quantity he purchases would be enough to sustain a family for an entire week.

Determining his age is a challenge as well. Had he not loudly declared his age as 26, you might have easily mistaken him for a high schooler or, worse yet, an elementary school student.

You often find yourself pondering the reasons behind his frequent visits to your store. After all, your convenience store seems perpetually empty. Whenever he unloads an entire cart brimming with snacks onto the counter, an awkward silence ensues, accompanied only by the store's background music and the repetitive beeping of the barcode scanner.

Over time, you've come to develop a sense of respect for him. You've discovered that he works as a detective at an agency across the street, and his intelligence is something you can't help but admire.

"So, can I have all of this without paying?" he pouts, placing his hands on his hips while you gawk at the two overflowing carts of snacks. Your disbelief is evident, your eyes twitching slightly. "Excuse me, what?"

He huffs, arms crossed and whining like a child. "Exactly! I rescued you from that obnoxious customer earlier, so isn't it only fair that you repay my heroic efforts by letting me have all of this without paying?" He keeps on whining, oblivious to the baffled expression on your face.

It's true, he did intervene when you were about to face a difficult customer, using a combination of insults aimed at the customer's ego and some unusually accurate observations that only someone with keen attention to detail could make. This unexpected help had effectively driven the troublesome customer away.

"Well…yes, but the best I can offer is a discount," you retorted, frustration evident in your voice as you flipped through the coupon book. He emitted another exaggerated whine, his body flopping halfway onto the conveyor belt. "Just a discount? Like, 5% off or something? Come on, can't you cut your favorite customer some slack?"

Your patience wearing thin, you pinched the bridge of your nose, shooting him a stern look. "Mr. Ranpo, you practically emptied the entire store of junk food. And besides, the store's policies are beyond my control."

"Also, you're not my favorite customer."

"I'm the only customer here that has ever step foot in your store so frequently, I definitely am."

Exasperated, you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, your options are a discount or no discount," you countered, the irritation clear in your voice as you fought the urge to bang your head against the counter in frustration. He shot you a defiant glare, slamming his palms on the counter. "Nope, I want all of them for free."

"I swear, I'll kick you out of this store," you ground out through clenched teeth, your frustration reaching its peak. His response was a mischievous giggle. "Oh, come now. If you toss me out, I'll be forced to report you for attempted violence. After all, I'm a detective," he quipped, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips.

He shifted his attention to your features, his emerald eyes intently studying every dimple, freckle, curve, and wrinkle on your face. As his gaze lingered, you couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness washing over you.

Your heart rate increases slightly, a warm blush coloring your cheeks. The way he's scrutinizing you with those keen eyes makes you wonder if he's trying to deduce something, or if he's genuinely admiring you. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and the longer the silence stretches, the more awkward you feel.

His lips part a few times, as if he's on the verge of saying something, only to close them again, leaving the words unspoken. The room is filled with the soft hum of the AC, interrupted occasionally by the beep of the cash register.

His gaze never wavers from your face, and you're trapped in his intense focus, a butterfly pinned under a magnifying glass. You clear your throat, trying to break the silence. "Is there...something on my face?"

He blinks, as if rousing from a reverie. "You…"

"You have quite prominent under-eye circles," he blurts out, catching you off guard and prompting you to look at him with a mix of surprise and confusion.

For a moment, you're taken aback. The silence grows heavy again, but now it's infused with a tinge of embarrassment. You touch the skin under your eyes self-consciously, fully aware of the late nights and early mornings that have taken their toll.

"Well, thank you for that...observation," you reply dryly, trying to keep your composure.

"Did you skip meals? You seem quite drained," he mumbles, his concern evident as he observes your slightly disheveled hair and dry lips. You nonchalantly shrugged, shifting your attention to scanning his snacks. "No, I don't get a chance to eat during my shift."

He gapes in astonishment, his mouth hanging open. "Heh?"

"Well, are you interested in the discount or not?"

He stares at you, dumbfounded. "…Discount."

You nod, proceeding to scan all of his snacks and neatly bagging them up as he pays the required amount, not bothering with the receipt. Awkward silence follows before you quietly bid him goodbye.

With a sigh, you finally take a seat, burying your face in your hands, just wanting the day to be over. That's when you notice a pack of strawberry mochis placed in front of you. "What…?" you mumble, picking up the pack of mochis and staring at Ranpo, who's happily walking away with his bags. "Hey, you forgot something—!"

"Keep it! It's for you!" he calls back, flashing a cheeky smile. Panic sets in, and you quickly stand from your stool.

"What?! What if my boss checks the security footage—?"

"Meh, there's gonna be an electrical outage in a few minutes, that's why I stalled for time!"

He called out gleefully, his back turned to you. Your mouth opened in shock. "Wait, you can't just-"

But before you could finish your sentence, the lights in the store flickered, going off completely. True to his words, there had been an electrical outage.

You sighed, staring at the pack of strawberry mochis in your hand, your annoyance slowly being replaced by a small smile. As you savored the mochi, you couldn't help but shake your head at Ranpo's antics. Despite his playful behavior, there was something endearing about him. You leaned against the counter, enjoying the moment of respite and sweetness he had unknowingly brought into your day.

It wasn’t the first time he’d pulled some outlandish stunt in the store, but it was the first time he'd done something considerate for you. You knew deep down, amidst his eccentricities, he had a good heart.

As the time ticked by, you occasionally took another mochi, savoring the sweet flavor, all the while imagining the smug grin that would be on Ranpo's face if he saw you enjoying the treat.

Hmph, maybe you should let him off the hook next time.

...

"Ahh...Welp, thanks for cutting the electrical cord, Atsushi! Now, lead me back to the agency!"

NIKOLAI GOGOL

"Now, for this last mesmerizing illusion, I require a willing participant…"

Nikolai's gaze sweeps across the eager faces in the audience, his eyes dancing from one person to another until they finally lock onto you– a familiar figure he's come to recognize. A playful grin tugs at his lips as his finger extends, aiming directly in your direction. His voice rings out, amplified by the acoustics of the stage, "What do you say, my enthusiastic supporter? How about you?"

The spotlight swivels and suddenly shines upon you, casting a warm glow and drawing the attention of the entire audience to where you sit. You feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, a mixture of surprise and bashfulness. A murmur runs through the crowd, accompanied by a few whispers and chuckles.

Taken aback, you blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the sudden shift in attention. Everyone awaits your decision, and Nikolai's playful smirk only deepens. "Don't be shy," he calls out, motioning you with a dramatic flourish of his hand, "After all, it's not every day one gets to share the stage with the great Nikolai!"

Gathering your courage, you give a small nod and stand up. The audience claps, encouraging you as you make your way to the stage. As you approach, Nikolai extends a hand to help you up. The feel of his hand is warm, and you can't help but notice his firm grip, which seems to reassure you.

"Now, for this trick," he announces, making sure you're comfortably positioned beside him, "we will need to trust one another. Are you ready?"

You nod, curiosity growing. But deep inside, you wonder- what exactly has Nikolai planned?

A nervous swallow passes through your throat as his grip on your hand loosens, and you find yourself captivated by the intensity in his gaze. "No need to fret, my dove," he assures you in a hushed tone, his lips curving into an encouraging smile. In a swift motion, he slips off his coat and gently envelops you in it, the fabric cocooning you from the world around.

"Behold," he announces with an air of excitement, addressing the audience as he raises his voice slightly. "In a mere moment, with the lift of my coat, this enchanting dove by my side shall vanish into thin air!" The audience responds with a mixture of intrigued whispers and eager applause.

You catch the soft murmur of his counting, his breath brushing against your ear through the thin fabric of his coat. His reassuring words reach your ears, calming your nerves slightly. "Stay composed, darling. You might experience a brief sensation of dizziness," he murmurs before his voice projects once more. "And now, in 3, 2…1!"

You let out a startled gasp as you plummet through a golden-rimmed portal, landing on the ground with an involuntary yelp. Blinking rapidly, you find yourself backstage, a surge of surprise sweeping through you. Swiftly regaining your composure, you rise to your feet just as the audience's astonished gasps reach your ears. With a sense of urgency, you press your ear against the door, catching muffled snippets of his voice. "Oh! Where did they disappear to?" his voice resonates through the door. "No need to fret— I can certainly bring them back!"

A startled shriek escapes your lips as a hand makes contact with your shoulder, causing you to spin around in alarm. Before you stands the familiar golden-rimmed portal, and through it pokes Nikolai's hand. With nimble movements, he fumbles around in search of your figure, a soft muttering reaching your ears. "Oh my, where could you be— aha!" His giggle rings out as his hand finds purchase on your arm, tugging you back through the portal. A wave of disorientation washes over you, and as your vision clears, you find yourself once again under the shelter of his coat, your surroundings obscured.

"Apologies for the unexpected surprise, cutie," he murmurs, his words directed solely at you. "And now, with a flourish, let us unveil our esteemed participant once again!" His enthusiastic announcement carries through the air as he begins the countdown anew, and with a swift motion, he whisks the coat away, revealing you standing there, your hand pressed against your forehead, battling the waves of nausea.

With the bright stage lights hitting your eyes and the raucous applause of the audience ringing in your ears, you struggle to find your footing. Nikolai shoots you a quick, apologetic smile, acknowledging the ordeal he just put you through. Yet, his eyes gleam with mischief, making you question if he truly was sorry.

"And there you have it! Our brave volunteer returned safe and sound!" Nikolai exclaims, giving a dramatic bow to the audience, pulling you into it as well.

As the applause continues, you can't help but shoot a playful glare at the mischievous magician, who only winks back at you in response.

"Where did you disappear to under the coat?" a curious audience member shouts, prompting others to lean forward, awaiting your response. Flustered, you begin to stumble over your words, but before you can answer, Nikolai's finger presses gently against your lips, silencing you.

"Ah, ah, a magician never reveals their secrets!" Nikolai chimes in, his voice dripping with playfulness. His eyes twinkle mischievously as he maintains his finger on your lips, his touch light and teasing, his secret intact. "Whatever happened stays between me and them, okay?"

As the crowd begins to disperse, Nikolai turns his attention to you, his lips curving into a small, playful smile. "Since you've been such a loyal audience member, it's only fair to give you a special reward, don't you think?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement. You tilt your head in puzzlement, intrigued by his words.

He suddenly spins around, momentarily concealing himself from your view. Before you can react, he suddenly spins back around and presses his lips to yours, causing you to gasp in surprise. But then you realize, it's not a kiss– his lips hold a single stem of rose, which he passes to you with his mouth, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Your eyes widen in astonishment as you accept the unexpected gift, the whole spectacle leaving you both amused and charmed.

He lingered for a moment longer than necessary, the edges of his lips brushing against yours, before pulling back with a smug grin. The red rose now rested between your lips, its fragrance wafting into your nose. You took the rose out, slightly dazed, meeting his amused eyes.

"Now that," he murmured with a chuckle, "is my version of a magic trick. Did you enjoy it?"

Caught off guard by his audacity, you found yourself blushing deeply, the sensation of the brief contact still fresh on your lips. You cleared your throat, trying to come up with a witty reply, but all you managed was a flustered, "That was…unexpected."

Nikolai just laughed, his eyes shining with mischief. "Well, I always believe in leaving my audience surprised. And you," he pointed a finger at your flushed face, "look delightfully surprised."

"I'll be anticipating for your next appearance, cutie!"

JOUNO SAIGIKU

Jouno seldom found himself within shops, especially not a quaint flower shop. However, the alluring scent of delicate blooms each time he passed by those streets proved irresistible. His feet would carry him to a stop in front of your shop, the tranquil melody of birds perched above your signboard soothing his usually restless mind.

The rhythmic sound of your scissors snipping through the plants, the gentle and almost melodic tap of your boots on the floor— it all had a way of driving him to a level of fascination bordering on obsession. In those moments, he felt a strong impulse to forsake his obligations and remain within the confines of your shop indefinitely. The temptation to abandon his responsibilities and simply sit on the bench outside your establishment, enveloped by the delicate fragrance of flowers, was a whisper that tugged at his rationality.

You've come to recognize his sporadic visits. Each time he steps in, you greet him with a polite nod and a gentle smile. But it always baffles you when he politely declines to make any purchases. Instead, he seems content to simply meander through your shop, his fingers delicately brushing over the petals of each bloom. The subtle jingle of his bell earrings harmonizes perfectly with the melodic tinkle of your wind chimes, creating a soothing ambience that feels almost enchanting.

"I have no use for flowers, considering I can't even see them," he'd chuckle, settling onto a stool while you hummed a gentle tune, the sound of your preparation filling the air. "I do enjoy your shop, though. The fragrance here is pleasant. Unlike the other establishments in the city, which often prove overwhelming to my heightened senses."

"I'm honored that someone from the Hunting Dogs feels that way," you'd giggle, stirring the tea in the cup with a gentle clinking of metal against porcelain.

Despite the calming atmosphere your shop usually offers, Jouno's presence tends to unsettle many. Customers often hasten their purchases, placing the exact change on the counter and leaving hastily, eager to avoid any interaction with him. You're well-aware of his reputation and the dark tales about his sadistic tendencies. But watching him perch so docilely on your stool, akin to a well-behaved cat, always amused you. Especially when he offers nothing more than an innocent– albeit teasing– smile to the wary customers.

Having Jouno in your shop is akin to having a watchdog (he's a Hunting DOG for a reason), despite his seemingly placid demeanor. Each time the bell at the entrance chimes, he goes on alert, his senses keenly tuning in to identify the newcomer. And when you need to disappear into the storage area, perhaps to replenish stock or take a quick break, he silently assumes the role of sentinel. Positioned against a wall, one hand casually resting on his sword's hilt, he serves as an unmistakable deterrent. Any potential wrongdoer would think twice, as the sight of a police officer, even one with a seemingly passive expression, is enough to deter any notions of mischief.

"You really should consider not intimidating my customers," you exhale with a hint of exasperation, your attention focused on jotting down new information. Meanwhile, Jouno remains steadfast with his arms folded, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh? And why's that? I'm just ensuring your safety, after all."

"You're like a human scarecrow, scaring away both crows and customers," you playfully retort, raising an eyebrow at him. Jouno's chuckle deepens, his posture relaxed despite the serious air he exudes. "Well, if I'm a scarecrow, then consider me the one guarding the most precious field." He inclines his head slightly, his lips quirking into a half-smile that suggests both mischief and genuine affection.

A/N: CORNY CORNY CORNY CORNY

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TAKE MY BREATH AWAY!

₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu.

sypnosis: being touched by you seems like a dream.

A/N: this is pure fluff but also suggestive??? so careful w that!! i think I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS TOO SHORT OR NOT HELP im way too sleepy

Touch. It morphed into different feelings depending on the person who initiated it.

If it was hard or rough, it would hurt. If it was soft and tender, it felt good. If someone you hated touched you, you hated it, too. But if someone you loved touched you, you loved it, too.

Touch was difficult to understand; some people hated being touched, while others loved being touched.

It was strange that someone so touchy felt this flustered just by a singular, gentle touch from someone who hated touching anyone.

Dazai didn't know if he could put the emotion he was currently experiencing into words. Because 'love' was a strong word for someone who had the reputation of a liar. He didn't even know if he was allowed to have such feelings for someone— or something. Well, it didn't matter to him right now. Too focused on his thoughts.

Why?

Well, because delicate, warm fingers were tracing the shape of his humanity, touching his body like it was some type of delicate work of art. Experimenting between firm touches and tender caresses from his jaw to his bandaged torso. Dazai's hands are placed on your hips as your legs are splayed across his lap. At this point, the air is barely clinging to his lungs, and he feels like the only thing he's breathing is your affection.

You kiss his cheek again and again. Lipstick stains showing your existence in his face.

"You're surprisingly touchy tonight..." He muses, drawing soothing thumbs on your thighs. You nodded with a smile before gently attacking his bandaged neck with tender kisses, pressing softly. Like he would break.

"Am I really?" You muttered so delicately that it melted his heart. He released a small chuckle in reply. "I just missed you too much."

One of his hands went to her cheek, caressing it softly. Her head moved slightly to press a singular small kiss on his palm; he couldn't help but compare her to a puppy being caressed. "I can tell."

Dazai was sprawled over his futon with you on top of him, pampering him after a particularly long mission, kissing every place your lips would find, caressing every part of him just to feel him. Tattooing her kisses on his collarbones while getting rid of any fabric that separated their hearts.

"Are you comfortable?" She whispered closely, her back arched on his lap, her lips on his ear. He couldn't have been better.

"You're so pretty, 'Samu.." She sat back again on his lap, and whispered for only him to hear. Her index finger was drawing hearts over his stomach. Making Dazai shiver at the not-so-innocent action. "Though, you probably already know that."

How nice it seemed to be able to dote on someone. "I do, but I like it when you remind me."

A small laugh comes from her as Dazai sits straight. He gently kisses her nose and presses his forehead against hers. Like no amount of proximity seemed to be enough for them.

Their lips were only inches from touching, their warm breaths caressing each other like a soft wind. Her fingers meandered to the belt strap of his pants, causing him to blush and hide his face in the crock of her neck. Pressing a gentle kiss on it, trying to hide how nervous he actually felt. Because it was you.

A low groan came from him as soon as you touched his boxers. He couldn't help it, you felt so right against him. Dazai shallowed thickly, and with a smirk, he asked. "What are you doing, hm?"

Though, he stopped smirking when he saw the confused puppy expression that was on your face. Before a small, cute smile remplaced it. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm trying to wake you up."

The sunlight of his small apartment greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes. Little creases of confusion plastered themselves on his face as he tried to figure out what you meant. Though, he didn't need to.

His phone rang with the call of his partner, Kunikida. And he couldn't help but sigh as he gently slammed his heated face.

With rosy cheeks and a warm body, he groaned. He should've known, It was too good to be true.

With a pounding heart, he hugged his pillow. Trying to fall asleep again.

Maybe, if he tried hard enough, the dream will continue. He can endure a scolding from Kunikida, but only if dream-you gives him a sweet, lovely kiss.

#dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #f!reader

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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MATCHMAKER!

₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya.

sypnosis: you're so sweet! planning the perfect date just for them and your friend. you're trying so hard to find their perfect match... sadly, he's way too head over heels for you.

A/N: so sorry for any grammar errors!! english is not my first language and tumblr is not making this any easier for me:( I used a grammar checker just in case tho! also, this originally had tecchou bc he's THE loml but I forgot what I had planned for him HAHA

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is usually a very hard person to read. During his days of working for the Port Mafia, he was taught how to mask his emotions and cover any sight of vulnerability. Protecting himself from enemies during fights with other organizations that searched for any sign of insecurity and uncertainty in his work.

But right now, his face was priceless. His eyes were almost as big as a plate, widened in astonishment. His mouth, agape with surprise, showed all of his conflicting emotions inside of his facade— a cute, small blush could be seen in his cheeks as his hands, who were prepared to coo at you and pinch your cheeks, had no idea what to do right now. Slowly finding their way deep inside his trenchcoat's pockets.

A hushed laugh erupts from behind him. Ranpo and Yosano have their hands on their own lips, trying to muffle the sounds of amusement that so desperately wanted to get away. Can you blame them? The scene was really enjoyable for them. Were you really that oblivious or did you just wanted to reject him softly?

He was so, so sure you were going to ask him out. It was a bit funny.

A breathy, nervous laugh escapes him before he coughs awkwardly, trying to stop his heart from exploding with feelings. "I— I'm sorry... Could you repeat that, please?" He inquiries, tilting his head just slighly. Taking out one of his hands to caress his bandaged neck.

You make a small nod with your head, a pretty smile on your face. Though, he believes every expression you make is gorgerous. "I asked if you were free this Saturday." You repeat. "My friend would like to start meeting new people and I thought you two would be the perfect match!"

He knew about his reputation. A pretty face and a charming personality made it easy for him to get into any woman's bed. But you thought that, despise all that womanizer actitude, he was great!

As you talked and rambled about how good of a couple he and that mysterious friend of yours would be, he couldn't help but grimace. His hard try of maintaining a friendly, unbothered expression was becoming harder. If only you knew that he only wanted you— ah, should he just tell you that he's not interested...?

But you have such a cute expression on your face! He can't just take it away... He doesn't know what to do right now. You look so excited with the idea of matchmaking, trying to make two hearts meet each other. Though, unaware that his is already taken by yours. Fluttering with everything you do.

"So?" He comes back from his thoughts as you gently grip his coat. Your smile is so contagious and sweet. Warmth spreading through his face as his fingers twitch from your hold. "What do you say?"

You're being so cruel right now... He doesn't want to disappoint you, but he can't bring himself to go on a date with someone who isn't you. His dark orbs look around the agency in search of a way to get himself out of this situation. Atsushi slighly tensed by the way their eyes made eye contact. And yet, he just turned around when Ranpo called for his assistance. Ignoring the silent plea for help.

"Ah... Well, I don't know..." Dazai began, looking at your face with a gentle, apologetic smile and a way too soft tone of voice. "I have a pile of paperwork that I haven't checked on for a long time. Kunikida will probably—"

"I already did them for you!"

His face and shoulders fall again, he really can't say no to you, can he?

Nakahara Chuuya

"What?"

Chuuya blinked. Then blinked again, as if registering the question at his own pace. The pretty red on his cheeks was slowly disappearing, as if the surprise of your suggestion had erased any sight of his intoxication. "You... want me to what?"

A cute, small giggle erupts from you at that. One of your manicured hands covers your mouth to stop your smile from growing, while the other holds a glass of some fine wine. Chuuya's eyes are narrowed, observing the blush on your cheeks. Would it be weird if he said he wanted to bite them?

Your giggles slowly decrease. "It's okay if you don't want to," You say, slowly taking another sip of your wine as you interlock eyes with him. "I won't force you. I know you're a busy man." The last part of your words contains a teasing tone, almost like you're trying to playfully provoke him.

An exasperated sigh comes from him, his gaze averting between his glass of wine and your face. "It's not that..." He mumbles, frowning slighly at the words he wants to say but can't.

It's not a secret that Nakahara Chuuya is a very loyal man, something precious in a relationship. That's why you thought he would be a great match for your friend, insisting that he should go on a few dates with her to get to know her better. You were sure she would be his type! Or maybe it was really just the alcohol talking.

"Do you wanna see pictures of her?" You say as you set the wine on the table, your hand that was holding it now has your phone on it. Tapping your password and going through your photos.

Chuuya takes his time observing your face, you're doing this on purpose, right? You must be. Planning a date for him and some random girl. He blushes slightly when you move closer to him; your shoulder touches his, and suddenly, he feels way too warm.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" You say happily, showing a picture where you and your friend are smilling brighly. Yet, he can only focus on you. Your lips look so soft with every word your spill, your cheeks are pink from the wine, and your eyes seem like they have the whole galaxy in them.

He doubts he's ever seen someone as pretty as you.

Chuuya would stare at you for all the eternity and just admire everything about you. He would never get bored.

He smiles. "Yeah, gorgerous."

He only notices what he did when you laugh like a highschool girl. Your smile is way bigger now, and Chuuya knows that he can't say no.

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #f!reader

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yu6mi · 2 years ago

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Poor Unfortunate Souls

𝑻𝑾/𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺..Prince!Chuuya, The little mermaid AU, drowning, thunderstorms, injuries, romantic tension, strangers to lovers, Mermaid!Reader, Fantasy Violence, Pet names, both Chuuya and reader are disgustingly in love,Reader and chuuya are down bad for each other, Love at First Sight, Idiots in Love, Reader is called 'Princess' and later on 'Queen', Weddings, Songfic.

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Prince!Chuuya Nakahara x Mermaid!Reader

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: The ocean was wide, yet everything was very much the same for you, that is until you save a human prince from a shipwreck. Despite only having met once for a short period, the two Royals become infatuated with each other, The human wanting to know who saved them and you resolve to do whatever it takes to become part of his world.

𝘈/𝘕: here we are yet again! I never expected the support that received from the last one so thank you! I appreciate it sm <33 I had some difficulty in starting this chapter but I finished it off! Btw Yosano's dialog was based on the song "She's in Love" from the Broadway version! Yet again I thank @yuugen-benni for helping me out, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! ♡

-For "Poor Unfortunate Souls" Listen to Jonas's brother's version or annapantsu! Since it fits better with the ambiance and everything, the fanart is by nixnyr.

Under The Sea - Poor Unfortunate Souls - Next..

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." -𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧

Watching through the eyes of the merman's, a man concealed in the shadows of a dimly lit cave couldn't contain his malevolent delight. His sinister chuckle reverberated through the cavern as he reveled in his fortunate discovery.

"Well, well, well... Isn't this just too easy?" he mused, a twisted grin spreading across his face. His eyes narrowed with a wicked glint as he observed the trembling merfolk, their shrimp-like forms quivering in fear before him.

"But it's not just any love, is it?" he continued, his voice dripping with malicious amusement. "No, no, no. This young mermaid has fallen for a human—a prince, to be precise. Oh, how adorably naive!"

As his purple eyes gleamed with malevolence, the man reveled in the thought of the chaos he could sow. His dark intentions fueled his sadistic pleasure."I can already picture it," he mused, his smirk growing more pronounced. "The king, oh, he will be furious when he discovers his precious daughter is smitten with a mere human. The scandal, the outrage—it will be exquisite."

His attention then shifted, considering a more nefarious plan. "The king's daughter would make the perfect addition to my flourishing garden," he whispered, casting a sinister gaze upon the cursed merfolk at the entrance of the cave.

In the depths of his depravity, he relished the thought of ensnaring the young princess, both to taunt her father and to satisfy his twisted desires. The man's demeanor exuded a chilling mix of cruelty and madness, promising nothing but darkness and despair for those caught in his snare.

Days after your encounter with the prince, you found yourself lying on your bed, a blissful smile gracing your face. Thoughts of the prince consumed your mind—, His beautiful smile, the way he held your hand, the twinkle of his mismatched eyes in the sunlight, and the way his laughter filled you with butterflies—it was all you could think about. Lost in your thoughts, you were pulled back to reality when your sister, Yosano, called for you.

"[Name]! Come out, you've been there all morning," Yosano called out impatiently, assuming you had once again snuck away.

Emerging from behind the curtain, you swam out with a contented smile still playing on your lips. Ignoring Yosano's shocked expression, you swam past her and settled next to Ranpo, glancing at your reflection in the mirror as you gently smoothed your hair, still humming a sweet tune.

Higuchi and Ranpo exchanged glances, then turned to Yosano, silently seeking an explanation. Taken aback, she replied to their unspoken question, her astonishment mirroring theirs. Once again, their eyes shifted to you, observing your actions as you fixed your hair, plucked a flower from a coral, and inhaled its fragrance. You playfully toyed with its petals while swimming away from the mirror, making you accidentally bump into your father.

"Morning, Dad," you greeted him cheerfully, placing the flower in his hair. With a final smile, you left the room, your lovesick aura still intact as you resumed humming.

"Oh, she's got it bad," Ranpo grimaced, watching you disappear from the room, aware of the reason behind your lovesickness.

"What? What's going on?" Fukuzawa asked, his gaze shifting from his son to the space where you had departed.

"Isn't it obvious?" Higuchi smiled, her eyes following your path. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, she couldn't help but wish it were her instead.

"I must say! The girl is swimming in circles, chasing around her tail! [Name] is clearly in love!" Yosano chimed in, smirking as she adjusted the butterfly pin on her head. She wondered who had captured your heart.

"[Name]? In love?" Fukuzawa's disbelief was evident. Out of all his children, you seemed the least likely to fall for someone else. He removed the flower from his hair, smiling softly.

You swam gracefully through the crystal-clear waters, the shimmering sunlight dancing on your fins as you ventured deeper. Sigma followed close behind, his fins twitching. Finding a comfortable rock near a vibrant coral reef adorned with a myriad of blooming flowers, you settled yourself down. Gently, you plucked a delicate blossom, savoring the soft caress of its petals against your fingertips, your infectious grin never wavered, displaying your joy.

Sigma swam back and forth beside you, his fins twitching with anxiety. His voice carried a hint of concern as he spoke, "Okay, so far, I don't think the King knows."

"But keeping something like this a secret won't be easy for long," Sigma remarked, spitting out a stray petal that had found its way into his mouth. He shot you an annoyed glare, clearly displeased.Meanwhile, you propped yourself up on your elbows, enjoying the view above Sigma. You playfully tucked a pink flower behind your ear, and your smile remained unwavering.

"He loves me," you whispered, gently caressing the petals of the flower in your hand. You plucked another petal, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Hmm, he loves me not," you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully. Annoyance tinged your tail's movements, but as you picked the last petal, realization washed over you.

"He loves me!" you giggled, cradling the petal against your chest. Kicking your tail playfully, you turned over, lying on your back with an ear-to-ear grin. "I knew it!"

"[Name], stop talking crazy!" Sigma lectured, swimming towards your side, concern etched on his face as he rested his hands on his waist.

"I gotta see him again, Tonight! Dazai knows where he lives." You got up and started to swim away but Sigma grabbed your tail fin.

"Princess, please!" Sigma pleaded, swimming along with you, attempting to stop your impulsive rambling. "Will you get your head out of the clouds and back in the water where it belongs?"

"I'll swim up to his castle, and then Atsushi will splash around to get his attention, then we'll go-" you excitedly continued, completely ignoring Sigma's advice

"Down here is your home!" Sigma groaned in frustration, positioning himself in front of you, determined to bring you back to reality.

"[Name], listen to me, The human world, it's a mess, life under the seaIs better than anything they got up there," Sigma implored, a reassuring smile on his face as he gently guided you to sit back down on the enchanting reef. As you settled comfortably on the rock, he positioned himself in front of you, making sure to maintain eye contact, his concern mixed with genuine affection.

"The seaweed is always greener, in somebody else's lake," Sigma sang, his voice resonating through the underwater depths. As he looked around, he noticed that your attention wasn't focused on him, determined to captivate you, he gracefully swam towards you, his movements fluid and mesmerizing. With gentle precision, his fingers delicately caught your chin, directing your gaze toward him.

"You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake," Sigma said, his expression filled with concern. Yet, in response to his seriousness, you couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly, intrigued by his words.

"Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor," Sigma encouraged, his voice filled with conviction. In a graceful motion, he took hold of your hand, twirling you in a joyous dance beneath the waves.

"Such wonderful things surround you. What more is you lookin' for?" Sigma sang, his eyes fixed on you, his voice brimming with joy. At that moment, as if responding to the magic of the ocean, a couple of fish appeared, swirling gracefully around the two of you. Their vibrant colors and playful antics brought joy to your heart, and you couldn't help but giggle as one of the fish playfully planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Under the sea, under the sea," Sigma exclaimed as he deftly gathered his two-toned hair and expertly tied it into a neat bun. With his preparations complete, he began gracefully swimming around you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter. Take it from me," Sigma sang, his grin widening as he took your hand and guided you towards his magnificent casino. As you swam together, the vibrant corals painted a mesmerizing tapestry around you, captivating your senses. But it was the sight of the grand casino logo that truly caught your attention.

"Up on the shore, they work all day, Out in the sun they slave away," Sigma dramatized, playfully draping an arm across his face. You couldn't help but chuckle, appreciating his theatrical flair. Sigma glanced back at you, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

"While we devotin', Full time to floatin' Under the sea," Sigma sang, his voice filled with joyous melodies. Together, you ventured inside the casino, mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors that adorned the interior. Merfolk patrons, immersed in the thrill of games, lined the area, while a lively band played on the stage. Sigma swam towards the stage, where a spirited ginger merman skillfully played the drums—Tachihara.

"Down here all the fish is happy, As off through the waves they roll," Sigma sang in harmony with Tachihara's rhythmic beats. As you watched their performance, captivated by the infectious energy, you noticed a playful dolphin gracefully swimming in elegant circles around the perimeter of the casino.

"The fish on the land ain't happy, They sad 'cause they in their bowl," Sigma mused with a hint of mock sympathy, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Tachihara's grin widened, the camaraderie between them evident as they continued to sing and play.

"But fish in the bowl is lucky, They in for a worser fate," Sigma sang, his voice carrying a touch of irony. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he swam towards you, gently guiding you to a chair before darting back to the stage. As you settled into your seat, your gaze wandered around the casino, and a smirk tugged at your lips when you noticed a merman losing a bet, his crestfallen expression momentarily amusing you.

"One day when the boss get hungry, Guess who's gon' be on the plate?" Tachihara and Sigma sang in perfect harmony, their voices blending seamlessly. The infectious rhythm and energy of the song ignited a wave of excitement, causing the merfolk in the vicinity to join in, swaying and dancing to the beat.

"Oh, no, under the sea, under the sea," Sigma continued, his grin playful and contagious as he swam in playful circles around Tachihara. Their synchronized movements and lively energy filled the space, causing their fins to twitch with joy.

"Nobody beat us, Fry us and eat us,In fricassee," Sigma declared, his words filled with confidence. As you reveled in the enchanting atmosphere, your attention turned to a cluster of colorful flowers nearby. Tenderly, you reached out to caress one of them, only to discover that it was not a mere bloom but a delightful seahorse. Surprise flashed across your face, and at that moment, more seahorses emerged, swimming in playful circles around you, eliciting joyous giggles from your lips.

"We're what the land folks love to cook, But under the sea, we're off the hook," Sigma sang with infectious enthusiasm, his voice brimming with energy as he danced to the lively beat. However, his joy was momentarily interrupted when his tail became entangled in a net. He shot a disgusted glance at it before skillfully freeing himself and casting the net aside.

"Here, we've got no troubles, life is just bubbles, under the sea," Sigma sang with a radiant smile, his voice resonating with pure joy. The infectious energy of the music drew more merfolk and fish to the stage, creating a vibrant gathering of singing and dancing. Sigma gracefully swam back to the stage, joining the spirited performance with his mesmerizing presence.

"Since life is so sweet here, we've got the beat here, naturally," Sigma continued to sing, his voice infused with a sense of bliss. As you watched him dance to the rhythm, a gentle smile tugged at your lips, realizing that you had never seen him so genuinely carefree and immersed in the moment.

"Even the sturgeon and the ray, they feel the urge and join the play," Sigma sang, his eyes scanning the crowd as he noticed that the majority of merfolk had succumbed to the infectious rhythm, surrendering themselves to the pure delight of the music. Among them, you recognized Tecchou and Teruko, skillfully playing their respective instruments—a flute and a harp. Their melodies blended seamlessly with Sigma's voice, creating a magical harmony that resonated throughout the Casino's haven.

"We've got the spirit, you've got to hear it," Sigma exclaimed with boundless energy, his body still moving in sync with the lively rhythm. Atsushi unexpectedly emerged from the crowd, a smile illuminating his face as he gracefully weaved through the singing fish. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto you, and a mischievous glimmer sparked in his eyes as he quickened his pace. Skillfully navigating through the sea of merfolk, he attempted to maintain a semblance of discretion.

However, his attempts to be inconspicuous were short-lived, as a playful string unexpectedly snared him, entangling him in a dance with the fish who had captured him. Atsushi squirmed and wriggled, determined to break free from their impromptu hold. With a burst of agility, he skillfully maneuvered himself out of the rope's clutches, a triumphant grin on his face. With a whisper that only you could hear, he beckoned you to follow him, and you both silently slipped away, leaving Sigma unaware of your departure.

"Under the sea," Sigma began singing once more, turning around to search for you, only to find that you were no longer by his side. A sigh escaped his lips, a hint of disappointment mingled with his annoyance.

"Somebody's got to nail her tail to the ground," Sigma grumbled, a touch of annoyance coloring his voice. Determined to ensure the satisfaction of his customers, he left the stage behind, venturing into the casino to offer his assistance. However, before he could attend to any concerns, a small seahorse swiftly swam toward him.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" A tiny seahorse called out, urgently seeking Sigma's attention. Startled, Sigma turned his focus to the seahorse, concern etching his features.

"Whoa, hey, what's the matter?" Sigma inquired, his voice filled with genuine worry, while the seahorse took a moment to catch its breath after its swift swim.

"I've been searching high and low for you. I bear an urgent message from the king. He insists on seeing you immediately! It's regarding [Name]," the seahorse relayed, its words laced with a sense of urgency. Without wasting another moment, the seahorse swiftly darted away, leaving Sigma to grapple with a growing sense of apprehension.

"He knows," Sigma muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, a gasp escaping his lips. Panic washed over him, evident in his wide eyes and the furrowed lines on his forehead.

"Hey, let's see now. Oh, who could the lucky mermaid or merman be?" Fukuzawa's infectious laughter filled the air as he playfully twirled a vibrant flower in his hands. With a composed demeanor, he straightened himself upon noticing Sigma's arrival at the doorway.

"Come in, Sigma," Fukuzawa beckoned, his smile ever-present. The merman took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing thoughts, before stepping forward to stand before the regal throne.

"I mustn't overreact. I must remain calm," Sigma whispered to himself, trying to find solace in his own words. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his trembling fins, and responded to Fukuzawa in a voice that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Yes?" Sigma's voice wavered, the sound escaping in a squeaky tone that revealed his unease. His face flushed, caught between anxiety and embarrassment, as he addressed the regal presence before him. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Sigma, I'm concerned about [Name]," Fukuzawa voiced his worries, unaware of the hidden turmoil within Sigma. "She's been daydreaming, humming to herself... Surely you've noticed, hmm?"

"Oh, well, I—" Sigma began, his words faltering and his fins trembling involuntarily. He strained to maintain his posture and replied with a shaky voice, trying to regain control.

"Sigma," Fukuzawa's voice called him back to attention, his gaze now fixed on the uneasy merman.

"Your Highness?" Sigma replied, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying his turmoil.

"I know you've been keeping something from me," Fukuzawa stated, motioning for Sigma to come closer. Nervously, Sigma ascended the steps and positioned himself in front of the majestic throne.

"Keeping something?" Sigma mumbled, a forced, nervous grin plastered across his face as he willed his trembling tail to still. The strain of his anxiety threatened to consume him, like an impending tidal wave crashing against his resolve.

"About [Name]?" Fukuzawa pressed his smile both knowing and playful. His trident pointed toward Sigma in a teasing manner.

"[Name?]" Sigma uttered hesitantly, his anxiety mounting. He maintained the façade of a smile, but his insides churned with apprehension.

"In love?" Fukuzawa pressed, his smile both knowing and playful. His trident pointed toward Sigma in a teasing manner.

"I... I tried to stop her, sir!" Sigma blurted out, his words tumbling forth in a rush of nerves. He desperately clung to the armrest of the throne, seeking support amid the mounting pressure. "She wouldn't listen! I told her to stay away from humans! They are bad! They are trouble! They—"

"Humans?" Fukuzawa interjected, his voice filled with an unexpected intensity. Rising from his throne, he glared at Sigma, a mix of anger and concern surfacing in his features. "What about humans?"

"Humans?" Sigma chuckled nervously, his words faltering as he instinctively began to retreat, his voice laced with a nervous ramble. "Who said anything about humans?"

And in that instant, Sigma realized he had made a grave mistake—one that would have extreme consequences.

"Can't you just tell me, Atsushi...?" you asked softly, a slight frown creasing your forehead. Curiosity piqued within you, longing to discover what awaited inside the grotto.

"It's a surprise!" Atsushi beamed, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked at you. Leading the way, he guided you to the entrance of the grotto, anticipation building with each step.

"Well, now close your eyes!" Atsushi declared, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. With a resigned sigh, you complied, though an urge to peek tempted you. Atsushi, sensing your intent, quickly covered your eyes with his hand, ensuring the surprise remained intact. Together, you ventured further into the cave, the sound of the rock sliding back into place echoing faintly behind you, signaling your arrival at the designated spot.

"Okay, open them!" Atsushi exclaimed, standing before you. Eagerly complying, you slowly unveiled your eyes, and as the delicate beam of light from above illuminated the cave, your eyes widened with surprise. There, right in front of you, was the statue of Chuuya—the very statue salvaged from the wreckage of the ship that fateful night. Nearly true to size, it captured Chuuya's essence, portraying him as the embodiment of determination and heroism, though his signature smile was absent.

"Atsushi, you're the best!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your joy. A bright smile adorned your face as you enveloped your friend in a heartfelt hug, grateful for the gesture.Drawing closer to the statue, you reached out, your hand gently cupping Chuuya's concrete cheek, feeling the coolness of the material beneath your touch. Though his pose may have been exaggerated and his hair fixed somewhat uncomfortably, there was an undeniable beauty in the way the statue portrayed Chuuya.

"Why, Chuuya, run away with you?" you giggled playfully, your voice echoing through the cavern. You leaned your head on the statue's shoulder, a gesture filled with whimsy. "Oh, this is all so, so sudden,"

"Don't you think you're getting a bit...you know...worked up?" Atsushi interjected, his face contorting into a slight grimace. He observed you closely, concern etched across his features until he sensed a presence looming behind him.

"Can you blame me? He is perfect," you replied dreamily, completely absorbed in admiring the statue of Chuuya. Caught up in the moment, you twirled around with laughter, momentarily forgetting your surroundings. But as your gaze shifted, a sudden change in your expression signaled a shift in the atmosphere. Your laughter faded as you locked eyes with your father, standing sternly in the shadows, a disapproving glare fixed upon you. Atsushi instinctively swam to your side, sensing the tension in the air. Meanwhile, Sigma lingered behind your father, unable to face you.

"Father?" you called out, your voice laced with a mixture of shock and fear, as the weight of his disapproving presence settled upon you.

"I consider myself to be a reasonable king," Fukuzawa spoke in a low, chilling tone that sent shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you unconsciously swam back a bit, a reflexive response to the intensity in his voice. "I set certain rules, and I expect those rules to be obeyed."

"But—" you pleaded, desperation seeping into your voice, only to be swiftly silenced.

"Is it true you rescued a Prince from drowning? A human Prince!" Fukuzawa's voice dripped with fury as he swam towards you, his anger palpable."Dad, I had to��" you exclaimed, attempting to reason with him, but your father's icy glare silenced you.

"Contact between two species is strictly forbidden! You know that! Everyone knows that!" Fukuzawa's tone turned cold, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you.

"He would have died!" you chided incredulously, your voice filled with disbelief. The shock settled in, realizing that your own father, the protector of all merfolk, expected you to let someone die in such a cruel manner.

"One less human to worry about!" Fukuzawa spat, his words seething with anger as he glared at you.

"I'm sorry that I don't want to be a murderer like you," you sneered, your voice laden with anger and contempt. Atsushi and Sigma looked on in shock as the words escaped your lips, taken aback by the sudden shift in your demeanor. Defiantly, you approached your father, unflinchingly meeting his fury with a cold glare of your own as you continued, "Do you think I don't know about all the atrocities your guards were sent to commit? You try to protect me and hide your past, but you keep making the same mistakes."

"And besides, you don't even know him!" you yelled, your anger seething. Huffs of frustration punctuated your words as you maintained a fierce gaze, refusing to back down. Atsushi and Sigma stood in stunned silence, their eyes widening in disbelief as you unleashed your pent-up frustration.

"Know him?! All humans are equal! They are born to destroy! They're incapable of any feeling!" Fukuzawa's voice thundered with anger, his glare intense as he shouted. The force of his words reverberated through the chamber, a display of his growing fury.

"Father, I love him!" you yelled back, your anger matching his intensity as you locked eyes with him. But as the words left your lips, a shockwave of realization rippled through you, the weight of your admission hitting you with full force.

"Have you lost your mind?! He's a human! You're a mermaid!" Fukuzawa's disbelief resonated in his voice, his gaze fixed upon you, searching for any sign of reason.

"Guess what? I don't care," you stated firmly, your anger burning bright as you held your head high, facing your father.

"So help me, [Name]! I am going to get through to you," the king declared, his voice laced with frustration and determination. Raising his trident, the weapon shimmered brightly in his grip as he pointed it toward a nearby globe. With a surge of power, the globe shattered into countless pieces, scattered by the force unleashed by his trident.

"NO!" you screamed at your father, the anguish of your voice echoing through the chamber. Atsushi swiftly moved to your side, wrapping his arms around you, offering solace as tears finally spilled from your eyes, uncontrollable and full of pain.

Fukuzawa continued to wield his trident, his wrath unrelenting. Pointing it in another direction, he unleashed bolts of power, obliterating more of the treasures you had accumulated throughout the years—The artifacts, accumulated throughout your lifetime, shattered into fragments or melted away, losing their form and essence.

"Dad, please!" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation, but your father remained silent, relentless in his assault on your cherished belongings. The bolts of energy continued to rain down upon your treasures. Sigma watched in terror at the destruction, while Atsushi, his face filled with concern, struggled to hold you tightly in his arms.

"Dad, please! Don't!" you yelled with desperation, breaking free from Atsushi's grasp. You swam frantically, attempting to reach your father, desperately trying to stop his arms as they pointed the trident towards the statue of Chuuya. The bolt of energy hit its mark directly causing the statue to crumble from within, reduced to a mere cloud of dust and tiny, crumbly pieces that floated aimlessly through the cove.

Staring at the remnants of the statue, you swam towards it, your eyes fixated on the spot where it once stood. It was a symbol of your deepest longings, now shattered and lost in an instant. Overwhelmed with grief, you fell to the ground, crying, your palms tightly covering your eyes as sobs wracked through your throat.

Fukuzawa extended a hand towards you, his expression softening, but he stopped himself mid-air and walked away. Sigma observed Fukuzawa's departure, then turned his attention back to you, swimming closer with a guilt-ridden look on his face.

"[Name], I—" Sigma began softly, his voice filled with remorse, but before he could say more, you interjected with a venomous tone.

"Just go away!" you gritted through your teeth, your anger seething as you rushed out your words, your face still hidden deep within the palms of your hands. You knew that if you looked up, you would unleash your frustrations on Sigma, screaming in fury, your tail flicked with disdain.

Sigma winced visibly, his arm lowering from its intended reach towards you. He glanced briefly at Atsushi, who appeared conflicted but understood that overwhelming you with his presence at that moment would only worsen things. Slowly, Sigma swam out of the cave, with Atsushi following closely behind, leaving you to confront your emotions on your own.

As you continued to sob at the bottom of your grotto, believing yourself to be alone, a pair of eyes stared intently at your form. They had been waiting for this moment, knowing it was their chance to intervene. Slowly emerging from hiding, the two merman swam in circles around you, their presence palpable.

"Poor child," one of the mermen sneered, casting a disdainful gaze upon you, while his companion nodded in feigned sympathy.

"Poor sweet thing," the white-haired merman cooed deceptively, his voice laced with faux concern. His cold red eyes bore into you as he circled, his intent unmistakable.

"She has a very serious issue..." the jet-black-haired one remarked, his gaze still fixed upon you, his smirk betraying a sense of amusement. The two of them continued their circling, an air of mischief surrounding them.

"If only there was something we could do..." the white-haired merman spoke again, his tone dripping with insincere sadness, his eyes fixed on you, analyzing your reaction. He then positioned himself closer to his eel-like companion, their presence becoming more imposing.

"But there is something..." the jet-black merman chimed in gleefully, his yellow eyes twinkling mischievously. He shot a knowing glance at his companion, a wide grin etched upon his face.

"Who... Who are you two?" you demanded, your anger simmering as you furrowed your brow, your guard firmly in place.

"Do not be frightened..." Shibusawa smiled sweetly, his red eyes piercing as he stood in front of you, his gaze unwavering. Meanwhile, Mushitarou slithered around you like a cat, sneering in a taunting manner.

"We represent someone who can help you," Mushitarou smiled, his voice layered with sinister undertones. Annoyed by his intrusion, you glared back, your patience wearing thin, you watched as he left to rejoin Shibusawa, his tail lifting your chin in a mocking gesture.

"Someone who can make all your dreams come true. Just imagine it—a reunion with your prince," they said in unison, their smiles widening as they spoke.

"I don't get it," you said, a mix of confusion and intrigue crossing your features, the idea of someone offering a solution to your heart's desires captivating your attention.

"Fyodor possesses great powers," Shibusawa revealed, a dark chuckle escaping him as he flashed a sinister grin, drawing closer to your face, his eyes locked with yours.

"The sea demon...?" you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice as you regarded both of them. "I couldn't..."

You contemplated the offer presented to you, grappling with a surge of desperation that you had never experienced before. The thought of being with Chuuya without the constant worry of the demon's tricks enticed you, even if only for a fleeting moment.

"No. Get out of here. Leave me alone!" you declared, your eyes narrowed in defiance as you turned away from them, determined to resist their tempting offer.

"Very well then... it was merely a suggestion..." Shibusawa's voice trailed off as he swam away, a smug smile adorning his face. Mushitarou followed suit, his expression one of disdain.

Yet, as you gazed upon the stone profile of Chuuya, your heart shattered. Deep within, you contemplated the risks, the dangers, and the price you might pay for just a fleeting moment with Chuuya. Even if it meant sacrificing your own well-being, your desperate longing compelled you.

"Wait!" you yelled out, your voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of desperation.

"Yes...?" Shibusawa responded, his voice taking on a menacing tone, a dark grin spreading across his face as he addressed you, relishing in the opportunity that had presented itself.

"Guide me to him," you firmly ordered, your gaze unwavering as you looked at both Shibusawa and Mushitarou.

"Then follow me, Your Highness," Shibusawa responded with a sickly sweet smile, his voice laced with malice as he locked eyes with you.

Somewhere amidst the reef, Sigma and Atsushi continued to swim in circles, unaware of the unfolding events.

"I didn't mean to tell," Sigma swore, guilt evident in his voice as his tail twitched anxiously. "It was an accident!"

"I know, Sigma," Atsushi replied, sadness etched across his features as he kicked a pebble with his tail. He looked up and noticed you swimming alongside the two mermen. Locking eyes with Sigma, they shared a silent understanding before swiftly swimming toward your figure.

"[Name]!" Sigma called out, swimming closer to you. "Where are you going?!"

"I'm going to see Fyodor," you responded bluntly, your tone resolute and your frown firmly set. It was clear that you had no intention of changing your mind or heeding any objections.

"What?! [Name], no! Fyodor is dangerous, he's a demon!" Sigma exclaimed, worry etched across his features as he tried to reach out to you. However, you shot him a glare that spoke volumes, silently warning him not to interfere.

"Why don't you go tell my father?" you retorted sharply, your gaze lingering on Sigma for a moment before you turned away, resolute in your decision. "You're good at that."

Sigma and Atsushi exchanged helpless glances as they watched you swim away, their expressions a mixture of concern and frustration. They had tried to reason with you, to protect you from the dangers that awaited, but their words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Sigma gestured for Atsushi to follow him, silently communicating their shared determination to keep you safe.

The merman, Shibusawa, led you deeper into the dark and foreboding depths of the sea bottom. The once vibrant surroundings gave way to an eerie and desolate landscape, where random spirals of lilac smoke erupted from the ground. Sigma and Atsushi followed cautiously, maintaining a distance but remaining determined to protect you.

As you approached the entrance of what appeared to be a cave, a wave of hesitation washed over you. The cave bore a disfigured creature's shape, its open mouth adorned with menacing fangs and teeth, as if ready to snatch away anyone foolish enough to venture inside.

"Come this way," Shibusawa beckoned sweetly, his voice laced with that same sinister smirk that sent chills down your spine.

Swallowing hard, you mustered your courage and followed them into the depths of the tunnel. Inside, the walls were adorned with thousands of small, rotten-looking creatures, their twisted bodies reaching out towards you in a tormenting manner. Their crooked heads, with big sad yellow eyes that seemed burdened with knowledge, emitted haunting wails that echoed throughout the cavern. It was an eerie sight that made your skin crawl.

Suddenly, one of the creatures grabbed onto your arm, its grip surprisingly strong. Panic welled up within you as you fought desperately to free yourself from its grasp, the struggle intensifying with each passing moment.

"Come in, child. It's rude to linger in doorways, you know?" a voice echoed from within the cave, its tone laced with a hauntingly alluring melody. Once you managed to break free from the creature's grasp, you cautiously proceeded further, your gaze sweeping the surroundings. Finally, you caught sight of a figure seated on a throne made of bones, his eyes glowing with an eerie purple hue, fixed intently upon you

"One might question your upbringing," the man said, still looking down at you from his imposing throne. With graceful movements, his tentacles, colored in an eerie blend of black and purple, aided him as he swam toward you. A slight smirk adorned his face, and you couldn't help but notice the cross pendant hanging around his neck as he stood before you.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, your majesty," he said with a charming smile, reaching out to take your chin, displaying a self-assured demeanor.

"You must be the sea demon, right?" you asked hesitantly, managing to free yourself from Fyodor's grip with a quick and subtle movement. You tried to maintain a straight face, concealing your nervousness.

"It seems that my fame runs across the ocean," Fyodor chuckled amusedly, his gaze never wavering from your form as he circled you, attempting to get a better look. Stopping behind you, he continued, "Yes, that's me. I believe you already know my name."

"But enough with the introductions, let's cut to the chase," Fyodor said, his voice smooth as silk. He tightened his grip on you with one of his tentacles, pulling you closer to his face.

"You're here because you have a thing for a human, a prince no less. Not that I blame you," Fyodor chuckled amusedly, his purple eyes gleaming with malevolence. He grabbed your cheeks with his hand, whispering to you in a voice heavy with an accent, "He's quite the catch, my dear. If I were you, I wouldn't want to miss this proposition that I have."

"And what proposition do you speak of? They say I have to be wary of you," you retorted hastily, breaking free from his hold, trying to maintain a straight posture and serious demeanor, though a light blush adorned your cheek at the mention of Chuuya.

"Who says that? Your father? You know that the only thing he does is lie to you, didn't you notice?" Fyodor's tone dripped with insincere amusement as he taunted you. In the corner of his eye, he noticed your widened eyes and saddened expression, which only seemed to amuse him further.

"And I propose to make you human," Fyodor continued, his voice oozing with a sinister charm. "After all, I'm the only one who can grant you that transformation."

"Can you do that?" You asked, scoffing while maintaining a suspicious glare at him. Fyodor responded with an amused laugh, looking at you like a predator would eye its prey.

"My dear, Precious Shell, that's what I do. Otherwise, my fame wouldn't be that of a Demon," Fyodor said with a sneer, his purple eyes gleaming with mischief. His purplish tentacles wrapped around your arms, pulling you closer to him, enveloping you in his presence.

"I admit that in the past I've been nasty," Fyodor remarked with an amused glint in his eyes, his gaze locked onto your scowl. Shibusawa and Mushitarou lingered behind Fyodor, both wearing mischievous grins. He shifted his attention to them momentarily before resuming, "They weren't kidding when they called me kinda strange."

"But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways," Fyodor declared, a sneer tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer to your face. Mushitarou's laughter at his words earned him a sharp glare from Shibusawa.

"Repented, seen the light, and made a change," Fyodor chuckled softly, his amusement evident as he drew you nearer to him, causing your muscles to tense involuntarily.

"And I fortunately know a little secret. It's a talent that I've always possessed," Fyodor whispered with his hand playfully concealing his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge as his grin widened. Your response was a defiant glare that matched his intense gaze.

"And dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf," Fyodor's voice took on a dark undertone as he abruptly released his grip on you. He strode towards a nearby cauldron adorned with paintings of various merfolk. With deliberate movements, he dipped his fingers in black ink and began to sketch on the wall. You watched him, perplexed and uneasy.

"Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed" Fyodor's tone oozed with sarcasm as he glanced back at you. Stepping aside from the painting, he provided a clear view of what he had drawn. To your dismay, the artwork depicted you with an expression of profound misery. His purplish tentacles rested languidly on the cauldron's rim, and his grin was equal parts eerie and mocking.

"Pathetic," Mushitarou and Shibusawa whispered to you, their voices carrying a sadistic gleam that matched the wickedness in their eyes. You felt disturbed by the drawing, your unease evident, while Fyodor's laughter filled the air in response.

"Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need," Fyodor's voice took on a dramatic, raspy quality as he spoke. The cauldron before him exploded in a burst of mystical energy, materializing two of his drawings into life. One depicted a sorrowful merman, the other a melancholic mermaid.

"This one's longing to be thinner," Fyodor pointed out, his gaze directed at the mermaid with an empty expression on her face. Shifting his attention, he indicated the merman, who wore an expression of lovesickness. Fyodor continued with a sinister edge, "That one wants to get the girl."

"And do I help them? Yes, indeed!" Fyodor's grin widened as he spoke. With a flourish of his hand, he granted the mermaid a transformed appearance, while the merman's features grew handsome and captivating. The two figures locked eyes, their happiness palpable as they were finally reunited. Yet, the merman's expression twisted into a maniacal smile, he seized a knife and brutally ended the mermaid's life.

"Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true," Fyodor's voice resonated, his gaze locked onto your horrified expression. In a sudden motion, one of his tentacles snaked out and grabbed you, causing you to startle and let out a yelp.

"They come flocking to me, crying, 'Will you help us, pretty please?'" Fyodor's tone was eerie as he circled you, his movements reminiscent of a predator closing in on its prey. Despite being held by his tentacle, you felt an unsettling shiver run down your spine.

"And I help them! Yes, I do!" Fyodor's grin widened, his fingers pressing into your shoulders as he forcefully guided you to a corner of the room. As your back met the wall, you couldn't help but notice the once-blank walls now adorned with handprints and twisted shadows, each with a disfigured smile. Your expression fell, a mixture of fear and realization flooding your senses.

"Now, it's happened once or twice, someone couldn't pay the price," Fyodor's words rang out as he plucked a skull from a shelf, holding it aloft while casting a look of faint disgust upon it.

"And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals," Fyodor's voice dripped with a malevolent amusement, his words laced with a sinister edge. Your gaze shifted around your surroundings, taking in the grim tableau that surrounded you. Souls and handprints adorned the walls, painted in foreboding black, each visage etched with an aura of unending misery. Your discomfort grew with every glance.

"Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole, I've been a saint," Fyodor's tone adopted a falsely sympathetic note, his words laden with insincerity. The skull he'd held was discarded, and with a predatory grin, he swam closer to you.

"To those poor unfortunate souls," Fyodor's amusement was evident as he spoke. Without warning, his tentacles coiled around you once more, their grip unyielding as he dragged you towards the looming cauldron.

"So here's the deal: I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days. Got that? Three days," Fyodor's voice held a calculating edge, his words carrying an air of unnerving certainty. The tentacles that held you seemed to tighten slightly, adding to your discomfort.

"Now listen, this is important: before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get ol' princey to fall in love with you," Fyodor's smirk seemed to stretch wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief that sent a shiver down your spine. You shifted uneasily, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that you were merely a pawn in his grand game.

"That is, he's got to kiss you; not just any kiss, this kiss of True Love. If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you'll remain human permanently!" Fyodor's laughter echoed around you, and his glance held a glint of mischief. Your thoughts whirred, a blend of discomfort and contemplation clouding your expression.

"But, if he doesn't, you turn back into a mermaid, and you'll belong to me" Fyodor's tone took a chilling turn, his cold glare accompanied by a sadistic smile that sent a shiver down your spine. Dread pooled in the pit of your stomach as his statement sent a shiver down your spine. The unease within you deepened as you grappled with the gravity of his words.

"Well, my dear, it's only fair that I disclose one more detail," Fyodor's voice took on a sinister undertone, his amusement still lingering as he focused on you.

"I'm going to take something precious from you, your siren voice," he continued, his tone dripping with cold satisfaction. As his words settled in the air, his gaze flicked to the cross pendant hanging around his neck.

"But don't fret. I'll keep it safe," Fyodor's grin twisted into something that bordered on eerie reassurance. His tentacles swirled as if in a macabre dance, and his purple eyes held an unsettling glint as he contemplated the course of events that were about to unfold.

"We got a deal?" Fyodor's words dripped with amusement as he observed your pensive expression. His tentacles rested against the cauldron's edge, the glint of malevolence in his purple eyes was hard to ignore.

"I... I don't know," you stammered hesitantly, uncertainty tainting your words. Fyodor's chuckle, though small, seemed to reverberate within the air, his gaze still fixed upon you as he released his grip, allowing you a moment to process the weight of the decision before you.

"Life's full of tough choices, in'it?" Fyodor quipped, his tone infused with a certain dark amusement as he watched your inner struggle unfold before him.

"No, this is wrong. I can't do this," you finally uttered, your realization hitting you like a tidal wave. The gravity of what you were about to embark on sank in, and it clashed violently with your morals and values. In that moment, a surge of courage fueled your actions, propelling you to swim away from Fyodor.

"Fine then, forget about the world above. Go back home to daddy and never leave again," Fyodor's words dripped with a sneer, his tone laced with disdain. The barbed comment made you come to a halt in your tracks, the memory of chuuya and your father's actions rushing back to the forefront of your mind. You turned back to face Fyodor, conflicted emotions swirling within you.

"But even if I accept, without my voice, how can I—" you started, your words tinged with a blend of uncertainty and anxiety. Your gaze met Fyodor's, and your tail swished restlessly in the water, mirroring the unease that coursed through your being. The prospect of the sacrifice you were about to make weighed heavily on your mind, overshadowing the hope that flickered within you.

"Everything will be fine, my dear shell. You are a mermaid, a being of inhuman beauty and seductive presence. You don't have to say anything," Fyodor's voice, dripping with a blend of assurance and manipulation, sought to sway your doubts. He spoke of your allure as a mermaid, attempting to diminish the importance of your voice in the human world. You bristled at the condescension, unable to shake off the feeling that you were being trapped in his web of manipulation.

"Besides, the men up there don't like a lot of blabber," Fyodor interjected with an enigmatic smile, cutting off your train of thought. The dismissal of your voice and its significance stung, and you felt a mixture of frustration and indignation.

"They think a girl who gossips is a bore!" Fyodor's amusement was evident as he continued, his words playing on your hurt expression. The irony of his statement wasn't lost on you, the manipulation of your perception becoming clearer with each passing moment.

"Yes, on land, it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word," Fyodor's voice carried a sense of calculated charm, a persuasive attempt to guide your perspective. His enigmatic smile persisted, masking his true intentions behind a veneer of authority.

"And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?" Fyodor's words, delivered with a twisted sort of wisdom, seemed to coax you into questioning the value of your voice. The weight of his manipulation was tangible in the water around you, a current of influence attempting to sweep away your convictions. Yet, even as doubt crept in, you found yourself reflecting on the meaningful connections you had forged with individuals who appreciated the authenticity of your words.

"They're not all that impressed with conversation," Fyodor's words continued to weave their spell, his tone dripping with a deceptive allure that aimed to weaken your resolve. His enigmatic smile held an unsettling power, as if he was manipulating not just your thoughts, but the very fabric of reality around you.

"True gentlemen avoid it when they can," Fyodor's assertion seemed like a carefully constructed narrative, a seductive distortion of truth that sought to undermine the value of communication itself. Yet, the threads of truth were interwoven with his lies. You recalled the times when words were empty, when conversations held no depth, and you realized that not all interactions were genuine or valuable.

"But they dote and swoon and fawn On ladies who withdraw," Fyodor's words dripped with a mixture of mockery and disdain, his sneer conveying his distorted view of the world above. His tentacles once again coiled around you, their grip tight and unyielding. You watched warily as he dipped his hand into the black ink, a shiver coursing down your spine as you anticipated his next move.

"It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man," Fyodor's amusement rang out, his chuckle embodying the twisted satisfaction he derived from distorting reality. The ink-stained hand reached for your face, drawing an ominous X over your mouth. The gesture robbed you of your voice, silencing you in the most literal sense. A sense of powerless frustration welled within you, your glare at Fyodor a testament to the anger that churned beneath the surface.

As if his actions weren't enough, two shadowed figures emerged, winding themselves around your neck with a cruel grip that constricted your airway. The sensation of choking, both literal and metaphorical, tightened its hold on you, further amplifying your vulnerability in the face of Fyodor's manipulation.

"Poor unfortunate souls," Fyodor's voice resonated, his tone laced with a blend of triumph and malevolence. The situation had unfolded exactly as he had orchestrated, and the satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.

"Go ahead! Make your choice!" Fyodor's words carried an eerie command, his enigmatic smile growing even wider. The weight of your decision, the gravity of the sacrifice he had compelled you to consider, bore down upon you. The struggle between your desire for freedom and the overwhelming pressure of his manipulation cast a tumultuous sea of doubt within your mind.

"I'm a very busy person, and I haven't got all day," Fyodor's cold assertion hung in the water, a stark reminder of the urgency he imposed upon you. His demeanor remained calculating, his words an unspoken threat that compelled you to act on his terms. As the cauldron's magic conjured an image of Chuuya, your attention was captured by the fleeting vision. You found yourself drawn to the representation of his presence, your hands instinctively reaching out to touch the water's surface, a smile graced your lips, a reflection of the warmth that Chuuya's memory invoked within you.

"It won't cost much. Just your voice!" Fyodor's tone dropped with a sense of foreboding, his words a chilling contrast to the image of Chuuya. And in a cruel twist, the image shattered, the shards of the vision dissipating into the water, leaving you with a deep ache of loss and the stark realization of the sinister price Fyodor demanded.

"Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true," Fyodor's chuckle cut through the tension, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he gazed at you. The weight of your situation intensified, the realization that your interactions with him were tied to your longing to see Chuuya again. It was a desperate gamble, a last resort to break free from the shackles of your father's commands.

In the shadows, Sigma caught sight of your interaction and hurriedly swam towards you, an intent to intervene etched on his face. However, before he could reach you, Shibusawa's swift action silenced him. A dagger at his throat froze Sigma in his tracks.

"Take a gulp, take a breath, go ahead, Sign the scroll, " Fyodor's taunting voice accompanied your every heartbeat, urging you forward into this pact. The weight of his manipulative words, the gravity of the choice you were about to make, settled upon your shoulders like an anchor. As if in a trance, you found yourself moving closer to the bowl of black paint and the ominous scroll.

With a steady hand, you reached for the quill and signed the scroll, the ink absorbing your agreement with a sense of finality. The implications of this act reverberated through your thoughts, a swell of uncertainty mingling with the spark of defiance that burned within you. Sigma and Atsushi watched with horrified expressions. Their eyes reflected a mixture of disbelief and concern, you lowered the quill and your signature marked the scroll.

"Mushitarou and Shibusawa, now I've got her, boys," Fyodor's triumphant declaration cut through the charged atmosphere, his voice dripping with a sense of victory as he turned to his accomplices. The sinister duo exchanged a knowing glance, a shared sense of accomplishment passing between them.

"The boss is on a roll! This poor unfortunate soul," Fyodor's triumphant words resounded with a self-satisfied grin, his gloating demeanor enveloping the space like a malevolent aura. The finality of your decision, the ink-stained contract you had signed, played directly into his hands, and he relished in the power he now held over you, he then positioned himself in front of the cauldron and burst with mystical energy, the cauldron erupted in an explosion of vibrant colors and swirling currents. causing you to flinch instinctively.

"Beluga, sevruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea," Fyodor's voice resonated with a chant that carried an eerie cadence. The air around him seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy as he extended his grip to the cauldron. As he invoked the incantation, the cauldron responded with a surge of power. An explosion of blue magic erupted from its depths, its brilliance illuminating the water around you.

"Larengix glaucitis, et max laryngitis, La voce to me," Fyodor's incantation flowed from his lips, the arcane words weaving a spell that resonated with ancient power. The very water seemed to respond, the currents shifting and swirling around him as he continued to manipulate the cauldron's magic. incantation took hold, a profound transformation occurred. The blue magic that had been circulating between you and Fyodor began to shift, its hue morphing into a vivid shade of green.

"Now, sing," Fyodor's command sliced through the water, his tone cold and demanding. The very currents seemed to still, the atmosphere charged with an electric tension as he fixed his gaze upon you. The spell he had woven, the contract you had sealed, demanded its price—one that was intricately tied to the very essence of who you were.

As you sang, your voice held a haunting beauty, the notes resonating with the emotions that had led you to this point. But with each passing moment, you felt something inexplicable happening. Your voice began to waver, its strength faltering as if it was being drawn away from you. Panic seized your chest, the realization of what was happening sending shockwaves through your senses.

"Keep singing!" Fyodor's demand was sharp, a command that compelled you forward even as you felt your voice slipping away from you. Desperation and fear swelled within you, and you put a trembling hand over your throat, your efforts to hold onto your voice proving futile. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you watched your voice, the essence of who you were, coalesce into a tangible form and move toward Fyodor, now belonged to him.

As your voice completed its journey to Fyodor, a transformation began to unfold within you. doubt crept in like a shadow, causing uncertainty to dance across your thoughts. Your tail, once a graceful extension of your being, began to split and morph, forming human legs in their place, a surge of searing pain coursed through your body, ripping a scream from your lips. Your arched back quivered as the sensation intensified, your mermaid tail igniting with an agonizing burn.

A cry tore through the water as your body convulsed in response to the excruciating transformation. Gasping, choking, your senses were overwhelmed, and your vision blurred with the turmoil of the shift. The familiar strength of your tail, the embodiment of your existence, was replaced by the searing unfamiliarity of two human legs.

Your body instinctively fought against this sudden change, and panic surged within you as your limbs flailed. Desperation drove you to attempt swimming with your new legs, but the sensation was foreign and awkward, and your efforts only seemed to drag you deeper into the water.

In your moment of struggle, Sigma and Atsushi sprang into action. Sigma's strong grip closed around your arms, his determination propelling you forward, while Atsushi positioned himself at your back, his presence urging you onward. Together, their support propelled you towards the surface, their combined efforts a lifeline in your disoriented state.

With a burst of effort, you erupted from the water's embrace, your hair splaying out in a watery arc before gravity tugged it back. The taste of air was a heady relief, even as coughs wracked your frame, water expelled from your lungs in violent bursts. The surface world stretched before you, both a new beginning and an unfamiliar challenge.

Your legs thrashed in the water as you tried to regain your bearings, your movements mirroring those of a newborn creature finding its footing. The disorientation tugged at you, leaving your body sinking slightly, but Sigma swiftly emerged from the water, extending his arms to offer you support. Clinging to him, you continued to cough, your throat burning from the water's intrusion.

Sigma and Atsushi were both panting, the exertion of their efforts evident in their labored breaths. Your body drained from the transformation and the struggle that followed, lay on a sun-soaked rock, your hair cascading like a curtain in front of your face. Weariness clung to you, your energy spent from the ordeal that had brought you to this new reality.

Gingerly brushing your hair away from your face, the fatigue momentarily taking a backseat to curiosity, you were met with an astonishing sight. Before you lay a pair of legs, an appendage you had only dreamed of possessing. Tentatively, you lifted one of the legs, wiggling your toes experimentally in the water. The surprise in your gaze mingled with the lingering exhaustion, but as the reality of the transformation settled in, a radiant smile bloomed on your lips.

As you explored the sensations of your legs, a voice, both familiar and teasing, cut through the air. Turning your head, your gaze met the figure of Dazai, who had arrived on the scene. His arrival was punctuated by his signature irreverence.

"Oh, look what the catfish dragged in! You look different," Dazai's playful quip rang out, his eyes dancing with mischief as he observed your transformed state. Your smile widened at the sound of his voice, your fatigue momentarily forgotten in the wake of his arrival. Dazai's presence had a way of lightening the mood.

"Wait, don't tell me, it's your hair, huh? You've been using the dinglehopper," Dazai's voice dripped with mock astonishment, his eyebrows raised in faux surprise, he rested his arms against your legs. His comment was so absurd that it drew an involuntary chuckle from you. Shaking your head in response, you couldn't help but be amused by Dazai's obliviousness.

"She got legs, you idiot," Sigma's frustrated exclamation cut through the playful atmosphere, his exasperation evident as he addressed the oblivious merman. Dazai, in response, feigned shock as he lifted his arms away from your legs, a comically exaggerated expression on his face.

Seizing the opportunity, you gingerly removed the strands of seaweed that had been playfully covering your feet, revealing your transformed legs. With a mixture of curiosity and determination, you slowly rose to your feet. The motion was met with a tremor that rippled through your legs, a reminder of their unfamiliarity.

"How many times have I told you that I don't like it when you call me names?" Dazai's tone carried a hint of annoyance as he addressed Sigma, his frustration palpable. He shot the merman a side glare, a clear signal of his displeasure. In response, Sigma huffed dismissively and rolled his eyes. You attempted to move, but your legs wavered beneath you, and the ground slipped from beneath your feet. The wobble turned into a stumble, and before you knew it, your legs gave way entirely, causing you to descend to the water with a thud.

"She's been turned into a human. She's gotta make the prince fall in love with him, and he's gotta kiss her," Atsushi explained, rolling his eyes at the ongoing bickering between Dazai and Sigma. Amid their chatter, you attempted to stand up once again but you struggled, your body was still adapting to the unfamiliar sensation of having legs.

"And she's only got three days. Just look at her. On legs! On human legs! My nerves are shot. This is a catastrophe! What would her father say? I'll tell you what her father will say—he's gonna kill himself a merman, that's what Fukuzawa will say!" Sigma's voice echoed with annoyance, his irritation palpable as he glared at Dazai. His annoyance was palpable as he glanced at you, concern for your well-being intermingled with his irritation.

"I'm gonna march myself straight home right now and tell him just like I should've done the minute…" Sigma's frustration was palpable, his voice trailing off as he turned to leave. But you acted swiftly, grabbing his arm and shaking your head vehemently to dissuade him.

"… and don't you shake your head at me, young lady," Sigma retorted his tone a mix of frustration and concern. He seemed torn, caught between his desire to protect you and his exasperation with the situation.

"Maybe there's still time. If we could get that demon to give you back your voice, you could go home with all the normal fish, and just be… just be…" Sigma's voice softened as he looked into your eyes, his gaze faltering when he saw the heartbroken expression on your face.

"… just be miserable for the rest of your life," Sigma sighed, his frustration evident as he buried his face in his hands. He let out a small exasperated click of his tongue before directing his gaze back toward you.

"All right, all right. I'll try to help you find that prince," Sigma relented, his annoyance giving way to reluctant determination. The spark of hope that ignited in your eyes was enough to soften his resolve, and as you hugged him, a small, genuine smile formed on his lips.

"What a soft fish I'm turning out to be," Sigma sighed, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. His self-deprecating tone held a touch of humor and fondness for the situation he found himself in. He then felt a sudden splash of water, and his gaze snapped to Dazai with a glare, his frustration evident.

"Now, Belladonna, if you wanna be human, you gotta dress like one! Now come on," Dazai grinned mischievously, his tone filled with excitement. He grabbed a piece of cloth and some ropes, his gaze shifting towards you. Confusion clouded your expression as you watched him, uncertain about his intentions.

Chuuya strolled along the shoreline, his steps heavy with frustration, a flute held tightly in his hand. His expression was a canvas of vexation, mirroring the emotions swirling within him. Beside him, Albatross, suddenly exhibited a burst of energy, leaping and barking with fervor. The dog's insistent movements caught Chuuya's attention, prompting him to glance down.

"Whoa, what's got you all riled up, mutt?" Chuuya questioned his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Albatross continued his animated display, gesturing and tugging at Chuuya, urging him to follow a path that led further away from the shoreline. With an amused chuckle, Chuuya relented to the canine's persistent insistence, surrendering to Albatross's determination.

"You look stunning, now that's what I call a siren," Dazai's voice rang out with a grin, accompanied by a wolf whistle that echoed through the air. Your attire was a drape artfully wrapped around your waist, the ensemble exuding an undeniable allure. Nearby, Atsushi's gaze scanned you from head to toe before he let out a resigned sigh.

Amid this moment, a familiar bark sliced through the air, drawing everyone's attention. The sound grew louder, accompanied by the rush of paws approaching rapidly.

Albatross dashed towards you, his excitement is evident as he closed the distance. Uncertain of what to expect, you instinctively sought refuge behind a nearby rock, attempting to shield yourself from the unknown. The dog's energetic arrival brought him close to you, and as he looked back in amazement, a sense of familiarity washed over you. Then, a voice—a voice you had heard before, repeating a scene from when you had first encountered him on that ship.

For a fleeting moment, your knees threatened to give way, yet, you steadied yourself, trying to regain your composure. And there, just as you had imagined, Chuuya appeared, reuniting with his beloved pet. His eyes, a mismatched pair of captivating hues, flicked up, meeting yours. A pause—an unmistakable moment of surprise—and the unspoken question hung in the air. Had he recognized you? The intensity of his gaze left you wondering.

"Are you okay?" Chuuya's concerned voice reached your ears as he approached you, his steps measured. Your gaze remained locked onto his face, and a rapid nod accompanied your smile, expressing both relief and reassurance. His answering grin was a small yet genuine one, a sign of his understanding and approval.

"I'm sorry if he scared you, he's harmless, just a bit hyperactive sometimes" Chuuya's voice reached you, laced with a chuckle. His attempt to alleviate any concerns regarding his exuberant canine companion was evident, his gaze subtly avoiding your eyes. In response, you dared to step a bit closer, your presence invoking a flicker of surprise on Chuuya's features. With a soft smile, you acknowledged him.

“Have I met you before? You seem very familiar to me,” Chuuya's question, uttered with a mix of puzzlement and intrigue, hung in the air. The sensation of recognition gnawed at him, leaving a lingering feeling that he just couldn't shake.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Chuuya's voice cut through the air, his gaze fixed on you with a sense of recognition. In response, you offered a subtle nod, a spark of familiarity mirrored in his smile. As his fingers intertwined with yours, a gentle warmth spread through your hand. Albatross nestled against Chuuya's leg, as he looked between you and his owner excitedly.

"We have! you're the one I've been looking for, What's your name?" Chuuya's grin was both welcoming and inquisitive, his eyes studying your features as if trying to unravel a memory. You opened your mouth to reply, eager to share your name, but to your surprise, no sound escaped your lips. Instead, you found yourself mouthing the words, your touch instinctively moving to your neck in a gesture that sought to convey the absence of your voice.

"What's wrong? What is it?" Chuuya's voice was a soft caress, his concern painted across his features as he regarded you with gentle eyes. In response to his inquiry, your hand instinctively moved to your throat, a silent indication that you were grappling with the inability to speak.

"You can't speak?" Chuuya's question hung in the air, a mixture of understanding and surprise lacing his tone. In reply, you nodded, your expression carrying a tinge of sadness. A sigh of frustration escaped Chuuya's lips but his soft gaze met your eyes.

"Then you couldn't be who I thought," Chuuya grumbled, your frustration evident as you blew your hair from your face. But then your smile returned, a glimmer of determination in your eyes. Leaning over the rock where you'd been sitting, your hands began crafting signs in the air.

“Your breath?” Chuuya's confusion was palpable, his brows knitting together. Swiftly, you made a dismissive gesture, reiterating your earlier signal, followed by a sweeping motion that simulated swimming.

“You need help?” Chuuya's question hung in the air, met with your increasingly animated movements. As your urgency grew, you leaned too far and nearly toppled over, but Chuuya's swift reflexes prevented your fall, a grunt escaping him as he caught you just in time.

“Woah, careful!” Chuuya's worry-laden voice cut through the air, and as his arms encircled you, your cheeks flushed with warmth. The sudden realization that you were now in his embrace caught you off guard, momentarily halting your movements as he helped lift you to your feet.

“You really must have been through something,” Chuuya's soft words brought you back to the present, his concern etched in his features. His reassuring smile provided a comforting anchor as you tuned into his presence.

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you,” Chuuya's declaration resounded with determination as you found your footing once more. With one arm draped over his shoulders, you leaned on him for support, acknowledging the trembling in your legs.

A grin played on your lips as you cast a glance over your shoulder, catching the signs of approval and smiles from Atsushi and Dazai while Sigma's panicked eyes watched your form. With Chuuya by your side, you began to walk, your legs trembling slightly but finding stability in his presence.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻...

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