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“Chuuya-san, what are you still doing here?”
Chuuya grunts slightly and looks up to Tachihara, standing at his door. He rubs his exhausted eyes away and places his pen down after 2 hours of writing.
“I’m finishing up some stuff… I’ll be done soon…” he replies.
The other redhead didn’t seem so sure that he’ll be done soon and it wasn’t a good idea that the executive continues to overwork himself.
“Shouldn’t you take a break? I’m sure the Boss wouldn’t mind if you took a break.”
He waves his hand dismissively, brushing off that idea, “No, no, I’ll be fine. I’m nearly finished anyway…” He says while beginning to doze off and makes Tachihara less convinced that he’ll be fine. The taller one approaches closer towards him and stands in front of his desk.
“How about we give it a rest? I can take you home if you’d like.”
With how dark it is inside Chuuya’s office, he didn’t notice the light pink trace on Tachihara’s cheeks. The executive lets out a small groan and plants his cheek against the cold surface of the table.
He can barely lift his eyes up to meet with the other.
“Yeah… Can you call for me?”
Tachihara raises a brow at that. “Call? I can take you home, Chuuya-san—”
“No… you should probably get home as well. And I’m too tired to call someone. Do you mind, Tachihara?” Chuuya asks, looking up at the other with a soft smile on his face, “I’m… going to nap for a bit…”
His heart nearly lunges out of his chest from that innocent and tired look on the short mafioso’s face. How could he say no to that?
“O—of course, Chuuya-san!”
He accesses Chuuya's phone, surprisingly didn’t have a password to get into his information, he presses into the first number he sees and brings the phone towards his ear. He nervously waits, as immediately after the second ring it cuts and someone answers the call.
“How can I help you today, Chuuya?”
Tachihara is not expecting to hear an accent and especially a tone that suggests something else. He decides to brush the thought away and quickly comes up with a response.
“Um, hello. Chuuya-san is currently sleeping. Do you mind picking him up?”
“Who’s this?”
“Tachihara Michizou, I’m one of Chuuya-san’s…” He directs his eyes towards the sleeping redhead before slightly blushing, “I’m one of his friends from work.”
“Alright, I’ll be there shortly.”
The phone ends before Tachihara could tell him the details about his location or even reply with a ‘thank you’. There is a cold shiver running down his spine for some reason. Whoever the person is on the other side of the phone, he is definitely a foreigner and something intimidating about him.
I haven’t seen him but I’m already shaking…
I wonder who Chuuya-san’s friend is.
Tachihara gazes at the soft, relaxed expression on Chuuya’s face as he peacefully sleeps. As much as he would like to leave Chuuya there to sleep, he needs to get him out of the building and ready for the mystery person to get him.
“Chuuya-san?”
He groans as a reply.
“Chuuya-san…” he calls out again, this time with a small nudge on his shoulder, “I’ve called someone to pick you up. We should probably get going…”
“O… ok…” he breathes before subconsciously swinging his head up and trying to grab his hat off the desk. He lazily puts it on his head while Tachihara helps him by grabbing his coat on the chair and slips his phone in there as well, draping it over Chuuya’s shoulders.
He sways and leans against the younger one’s chest, “Thanks for that, Tachihara…”
Tachihara wonders if he would’ve exploded right then and there. He would’ve detonated the entire mafia building and the only thing left would be his undying heart.
“CHUUYA-SAN!!”
“Shut up…! You’re too loud,” he replies with a pout.
Successfully making it down to the ground floor and out of the Port Mafia building. The both of them stood at the top of the staircase and quietly waited for someone to stop by.
Chuuya is still asleep? Half asleep? He didn’t know anymore.
Tachihara closes his eyes briefly and opens them again to find a dark and shady figure standing at the bottom of the staircase. He couldn’t really tell what the person exactly looks like but there was that familiar shiver down his spine once again.
They slowly walk up the stairs while Tachihara takes precaution and reaches for his gun behind his back, watching every step the person makes. He gulps as the moonlight beams down onto the dark figure as a pair of bright purple eyes gleams, staring into his.
“Are you Tachihara-kun?”
“Y—yes. I take it, you're the one I called?” He asks back.
“Correct,” the young man replies, striking a smile that did not show in the eyes, “I think it’s about time you give me back what’s mine, no?”
It takes a few seconds for him to understand what he means and remember Chuuya is still resting on his shoulder. He fumbles around and gives him Chuuya, still in his slumber and takes a step back as the stranger snakes an arm around the executive’s waist, pulling him closer.
This is an opportunity for Tachihara to get a better view of this stranger.
The first thing that catches his eye, other than his dark purple eyes, was a weird white hat he wears on top of his dark locks that reaches to his shoulders. He isn’t so sure if he could trust the guy or not, nothing about him spoke ‘trustworthy’ or somewhat ‘good’.
Chuuya opens his eyes, finding a familiar warmth around his waist and looks up, “What… What are you doing here, Fedya?” He murmurs quietly but Tachihara hears it.
Fedya?
That’s his name?
“A certain someone asked one of their friends to give me a call to pick you up, Chuuya. I hope I didn’t take too long,” he fondly smiles, Tachihara notes that his eyes did smile this time as he pecks the tip of Chuuya’s nose.
“Oh…” Chuuya rubs his eyes and notices Tachihara standing there, “see you tomorrow at work, Tachihara… thanks again…” he lazily grins at him.
Tachihara puts a hand behind his neck, feeling it burn even with the cold breeze in the air, and nervously laughs back, “No problem, Chuuya-san. Hope you get back home safely.”
“Let’s go, dorogoy moy,” Fedya says, turning around and slowly walks down the stairs. He stops midway down the stairs, looking back to the redhead standing there and mouths something to him with a smirk on his lips.
“Let’s go home, Fedyaaa…” Chuuya groans.
He turns to Chuuya and kisses the top of his head, “Let’s go home, moy Chuuya.”
As they walk off Tachihara’s legs might fall off from how violently they are shaking.
He swallows a huge lump in his throat while sweat runs down the side of his cheek.
Fuck…
What the hell is up with that guy?
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“Eyes are quite valuable for sight. I’d keep them to yourself, if I were you, Hunting Dog.”