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Everyone, at all times, called Chuuya by his first name.
He never gave it much thought, it was just something that, every once in a while, made him wonder. The mafia was an organisation of cold-blooded, merciless individuals who kept everyone – including their colleagues – at an arm’s length. There were no close relationships, no intimacy. Yet, for some reason, Chuuya was always Chuuya, never Nakahara.
Was it because of his height? Did they think of him as a kid, a younger brother of some sort? Not that he cared, to be honest. He was Chuuya, end of story. As long as he didn’t dislike it, the rest was of no real importance.
Chuuya was always Chuuya… except to one person.
“Oi, executive Nakahara. Stop dozing off.”
Storming through the hallway, deep in thought, at first, he didn’t even register it was him who got addressed. Blink; he stopped in his tracks, the sound of his heels echoed sharply, and a girl stood before him with her arm outstretched, offering him a sheet of paper.
Chuuya furrowed his eyebrows. No one talks to him like this!
“Got a problem, huh?!” he spat out, pointing a finger at her. “Do you know I could have you punished for disrespecting an executive?” Still, he snatched the papers from her hand, briefly skimming through the contents. At least her reports seemed more appropriate than her attitude. “Good, now get out before I change my mind.”
No answer, she only shrugged, eyes focused somewhere in the distance. Chuuya was flabbergasted. Not only did she call him by his last name, she also didn’t seem afraid of his position at all. And that annoyed Chuuya like nothing else.
“Hmpf.” He crossed his arms, dissatisfied with the silent treatment. “I don’t know what is wrong with you, but learn to pick your fights. Otherwise, you might get yourself killed.”
“Executive Nakahara.”
“What?” Again, that weird way of addressing him.
“Do you hate your name, executive?”
“Hah?! Weren’t you listening—” Chuuya opened his mouth to scold the unruly subordinate, when her words struck him like a lightning. Shocked, he forgot about anger. “Wait, what? Where did that come from?”
The girl’s expression remained empty, she only tilted her head to the side as if in wonder.
“I’m just curious. Everyone here is called by their last name, except you. Mori-san is Mori-san. Dazai was Dazai.” The mere mention of the bastard’s name made Chuuya scowl, but she carried on. “Akutagawa is Akutagawa, Higuchi-san is Higuchi-san, and so on. Why is it that only you dislike it when someone addresses you that way?”
To that, Chuuya had no answer. It’s not like he actively disliked it, is it? He hated being underestimated, the rest was unimportant.
Supposedly.
Sighing, Chuuya ruffled the side of his hair. “Listen. You’re getting the wrong idea here. I don’t really care, just… just don’t make a scene and call me like everybody does.”
“I see.” She nodded, not looking at him. “You hate unwanted attention.”
A vein pulsed on Chuuya’s temple.
“Yeah, that’s it! And you’ve been intruding in what’s none of your business.” He straightened his back, like that could make him more intimidating. “State your name, subordinate. You’re too much trouble to be left unattended.”
Then, for the first time, the girl’s face softened. Her eyes twinkled with an unknown light and the corners of her lips twitched – perhaps, only mocking him, but undoubtedly, in a smile.
“My name is L/N Y/N, executive Chuuya.”
Chuuya clicked his tongue despite himself. He turned around to leave, heels clattering, but before he did, he threw a glance over his shoulder to look at the unusual girl once more.
“I’m going to have an eye on you. Remember that, Y/N.”