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Chuuya strolls through the bustling city of Yokohama, his hands are in his pockets and wearing more casual clothing than usual.
He has been given a day off which is the perfect opportunity to visit his favourite place. Located a little further away from the centre and no one in the Port Mafia knows about his secret hobby that has been going on for 6 months.
He decides to take a shortcut by going into an alleyway and using his ability to jump from building to building to get there faster.
He jumps down and stands in front of the location.
Chuuya pulls down the door handle and walks inside, peering behind him before he steps in, you know, to make sure there isn’t anyone around.
He closes the door behind him and is greeted by some ladies all dressed up, also known as the workers.
“Chuuya-san! You’re back!” One of them exclaims, “I take it you missed seeing our cat cafe?” She asked with a cheeky smile on her face.
A cat approaches the executive and rubs their cheek against his leg. He crouches down and pets the cat, “I’ve been busy lately with work. Work these days has been asking a lot from me so I couldn’t visit this place. I do miss seeing them.”
“Of course, I do know how you look at cats,” she giggles.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing at all! It’s just that, you can tell that you have a soft spot for them. Even with your exterior look. Actually! You're not the only one! We got a customer today that looks quite intimidating.”
“You do get the weird customers.”
“Well, then that would include you, Chuuya-san,” she smiles back.
Chuuya stands back up and watches the cat walk off. They are adorable animals, how much he wants one himself but with how busy he is, he definitely can’t have the time to treasure it.
The lady gestured to the seats.
“You can sit anywhere you like, I’ll get the menu for you.”
“Thank you.”
His eyes wander to his usual seat that is usually empty and today it is also empty. He takes a breath of relief.
He can officially start his day off.
“Wasn’t expecting to see someone like you here, Nakahara Chuuya.”
The redhead freezes on the spot while trying to get to his table, his ears just had to pick up a familiar voice. His head slowly turns towards the source of the sound while eternally screaming in his head for many reasons.
“What the hell are you doing here?!”
Sitting and drinking his cup of coffee is none other than Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Of—fucking—course it had to be him.
“I was just exploring Yokohama. I take it you’re quite the regular here. Port Mafia executive goes to a cat cafe?” He answers with a condescending tone that makes Chuuya want to wring his throat.
Chuuya darkened his stare at him.
“‘Exploring Yokohama’ my ass, you’re up to something. What the hell do you want?” he asks, his ability wrapping around his body for precaution.
“There’s no need to use your ability in such a place. I have only come here coincidentally.”
“How the hell can you just come in somewhere ‘coincidentally’?”
The lady from before interrupts their small ‘conversation’ with the menu in her hands, “Oh? Chuuya-san, do you know this sir?”
“I wished I didn’t,” he mutters under his breath.
“Yes, we are friends, we work under the same building,” Fyodor answers for him, not the right answer or the answer Chuuya is expecting him to say at least.
Chuuya whips his head to Fyodor, “Wha—?”
“Oh! I didn’t know that! You should’ve told me that you were recommending others to come to our cat cafe! You shouldn’t have!” She laughs.
“I—”
Chuuya couldn’t even voice his opinion without being interrupted by someone else’s voice.
“He has been talking a lot about it to me back home as well. He’s so easily flustered and timid mentioning it. It’s quite adorable, isn’t that right, Chuuya?” Fyodor asks with a sly smile plastered on his lips.
Chuuya feels every single vein on his forehead pop from his choice of words.
What the fuck does this bastard think he’s saying?
The lady places his menu on Fyodor’s table, on the unoccupied seat.
“Let me know what you’d like once you have decided, Chuuya-san! I’ll leave you two be!” She exclaims, getting the completely wrong idea about these two.
“Wait!”
Chuuya tries to explain but she has already scurried away in a mess. He lowers his hand and looks at the rat drinking his coffee, acting all innocent.
With no choice at all, Chuuya slides back his chair and sits down aggressively.
This day is already going horribly.
He crosses his arms and leans back on his seat, getting comfortable but there was no way with this rat stinking up the place.
“Care to explain what the fuck that was for?”
“I wasn’t wrong, was I? The Port Mafia doesn’t know that their little executive goes to cat cafes in his spare time.”
“For someone who is a leader in an organisation planning to get rid of ability users, you’re saying a lot of shit.”
“I wasn’t lying that I was exploring Yokohama.”
“And you decide to go to a cat cafe out of all places?”
Fyodor hums quietly and places his cup down, “To be honest, I got lost and found myself here, one of the workers saw me walking past and stopped me and invited me inside.”
“ You , getting lost?” Chuuya stifled a laugh, “are you trying to fuck with me?”
“Of course not. I must’ve taken a wrong turn while heading to my destination, although, this place isn’t so bad and it makes it better if someone such as yourself visits.”
He squinted his eyes at him.
“You’re persistent,” Chuuya says, trying his best not to explode the cafe, “mind explaining why you’re making it sound like we’re something? I haven’t even talked to you before and you’re already pissing me off. You’re up to something, aren’t you?”
“I have already established that I’ve come here out of my according. I have no intentions in this cat cafe nor do I have any for yourself, Nakahara Chuuya,” Fyodor claims, “and, I’ll even compromise that there won’t be any sort of schemes today between you and me. What do you say?”
He hands the menu to Chuuya who swipes it out of his hands. He opens it, still not happy with the situation but he’ll just have to deal with it.
“Fine.”
Chuuya calls up for the lady and makes his order, “I’ll just have the usual espresso.”
“Have you eaten, Chuuya-san? You must be hungry.”
“No, I’ve already eaten at home.”
She takes a quick glimpse at Fyodor and Chuuya before writing down his order, “If you don’t mind me asking, Chuuya-san, do you cook or does your… lover?”
Chuuya tightens his grip on the menu. Thank goodness it was laminated otherwise he would've shredded it into pieces.
He tries his best to smile at her but the words of what she said are something he never wants to hear again. He hopes this rat enjoys it while he can because he will be short-lived soon after this compromise they made.
“I mostly do the cooking,” Chuuya replies, handing the menu back to her.
“You must be a wonderful cook then, Chuuya-san!”
Fyodor takes a sip, how has he not finished it yet? “Indeed he is.”
“I’ll get your espresso ready then, Chuuya-san. You two can carry on!” She giggles and leaves them be.
“I fucking hate you.”
“So harsh, my love .”
Chuuya’s eyebrow twitches and his hands curl into fists, fighting the temptation to punch and wipe that smug look on his face, “I hope you get lost again and never come back.”
“How cruel but I won’t be getting lost again.”
“You’ll just end up getting lost again instead, dumbass.”
“Well, not after you help me get back, I won’t,” Fyodor says back.
His blue eyes darted to his purple ones, “Who the fuck said I was going to help you get back? I’d rather see you get lost.”
“If that means the safety of this cafe then I’d want you to rethink that decision.”
“What happened to the agreement?”
Fyodor taps his fingers on the wooden table. His chin propped up on the palm of his hand, “I can simply do it the next day.”
“You motherfucker,” Chuuya growls, “you could’ve just asked without the threatening part.”
His eyes glance up for a second as he brushes his thumb on Chuuya’s cheek. The other violently flinch under his touch, “I apologise for that, my love .”
“Here’s your espresso, Chuuya-san! Enjoy!”
The coffee is presented in front of Chuuya, who pulls back and away from Fyodor as much as possible.
He doesn’t realise that his cheeks grew red.
“Thanks…” he replies, a little startled.
What the hell was that for?
She leaves once again, for the third time.
Chuuya takes his espresso and quietly drinks the scalding hot coffee immediately after he had been given it.
He licks around his lips and catches Fyodor staring at him, “You’re seriously going to wait until I finish this?”
“Yes, I’m not in a rush. Besides, these cats can keep me company while waiting for you,” he replies as a grey cat coincidentally jumps up to their table, “since we’re here, why don’t you tell me why you like this place so much?”
The redhead nearly chokes on his saliva.
“Why do you want to know? You’ll just end up talking shit. I’m not falling for that trap, Dostoyevsky.”
“It’s no trap, I’m just learning more about you, Nakahara-kun.”
“To use it as an advantage? Hell no.”
“Do you think I will use this information as an advantage? I have plenty of other ways to take advantage of you, Nakahara-kun, this information isn’t necessary to me.”
Chuuya scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Fucking geniuses piss me off.
“I just stumbled into this place… that’s all…” he murmurs back, his eyes glued on the floor.
Fyodor leans against the edge of the table, his face a few inches away from his, “Lies.”
“No, it’s not—”
“It’s quite obvious. I won’t tell.”
Chuuya furrows his brows. How can this person, who he barely has met or talked to, can tell whether or not he was lying.
He groans and rolls his eyes, “Fucking—okay. I was drunk and found myself here. There, happy now?”
“Delighted,” he answers while petting the grey cat on his lap, “but doesn’t the cafe close around 8? Did you drink early in the day, Nakahara-kun?”
“Shut up,” Chuuya grumbles and takes a big sip, “I thought you wouldn’t make fun of me.”
“I said I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Fyodor corrects him.
“Same shit.”
The redhead hears the chime of the bell above the door and curiously looks over. He shouldn’t have but it might’ve been lucky that he did.
He chokes on his coffee, pulls his cup away and his jaw is unhinged.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
“Good afternoon, sir! Welcome back!” One of the workers said to the customer who entered.
The Armed Detective Agency’s President, the silver wolf, Fukuzawa Yukichi, of all people is standing at the entrance of the cafe.
He looks like a serious person, who shouldn’t mess around with but with the number of cats hurdling around him, the smile on his face says otherwise.
Chuuya quickly looks for the closest thing to hide in before he gets spotted. He notices the other changing, he was more properly wearing the coat that is usually draped over his shoulders.
Like that’s going to cover up your identity.
“Don’t mind if I borrow this for a second, Nakahara-kun,” Fyodor mutters in his ear, reaching for his hat and pulling back, wearing it.
Chuuya feels something else on his head, not his hat but Fyodor’s weird looking white hat on his head instead.
He opens his mouth to say something but stops when he sees Fukuzawa walking towards them. He picks up his cup and distracts himself by drinking his coffee.
Thankfully, the cats are the only thing the President cares about and walk past them without being recognised.
“Maybe it was a good thing I stopped by,” Fyodor says, breaking Chuuya out of his endless drinking position and batting his eye towards him.
“What about our deal? What happened to that?” Chuuya asks.
“That was only between us.”
“You’re seriously going to start something in a cat cafe?”
“I didn’t you were soft, Nakahara-kun.”
“I know decency,” Chuuya states and slides back on his seat to get up, “let’s get going, I’m not going to be able to relax if I know you’re still here,”
Fyodor follows suit, “Oh, I need that back as well.”
He pulls his hat off Chuuya’s head and replaces it with his own hat.
- - -
Standing in front of the counter together.
Chuuya expects to pay his bill for his own cup of coffee and is ready to pay for it but of course, the rat’s got his trick up his sleeve.
Fyodor looms behind Chuuya, too close for comfort, and has a dollar note in his hand and gives it to the lady there, “I’ll pay for both of our drinks.”
“Aw! How sweet!”
This bastard…
His brow twitched at Fyodor’s expression when he said that.
“Yes… so sweet…” he says through his gritted teeth.
She hands the change to Fyodor, “Have a wonderful rest of your day!” she replies with a small bow as the ‘couple’ walks out of the cat cafe.
They step out of the cafe as Chuuya begins to walk ahead of Fyodor.
The sooner he gets him to the main part of the city, the better.
The executive stops his steps and turns around with a raised brow at Fyodor’s frozen figure, “Are you coming or are you just going to stand there? You might have all day but I certainly fucking don’t.”
Fyodor amusedly smiles and catches up with him slowly. Chuuya impatiently taps his foot on the ground until Fyodor stands beside him.
“Finally. Now let’s go.”
He grabs onto his hand and pulls him towards the direction to where the city centre is. Chuuya cringes at how cold his hand is but doesn’t say it out loud. The quietness between them is deadly silent but his heartbeat spikes up when he feels a small squeeze.
- - -
Chuuya lets go of his hand, once arriving at the destination, and turns over to face Fyodor, “Alright, we’re here now. No more threatening today or anything, got it?”
“You do like to bend the rules, don’t you, Nakahara-kun?”
“No, you just like to manipulate the words I say,” Chuuya remarks, shrugging his shoulders, “let’s not cross paths again, alright? I don’t plan to see you again fucking lost in the city when you weren’t lost in the first place.”
“Oh? How do you know that?” he asks like he’s innocent.
“You had no problem doubting where I would take you. For someone so smart, wouldn’t you think I would be up to something and take advantage of it?”
“You wouldn't be so mean to do that. Going to a cat cafe says a lot about yourself, Nakahara-kun.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he scowls and waves his hand dismissively, “just go already.”
“I will,” Fyodor walks past him. His lips brush over his ear and quietly whispers into it, “poka my ne vstretimsya snova, Chuuya.”
Chuuya sees no one there by the time he looks back. Only a light gust of wind blew past him.
“What the hell did he say…?” he questions but ignores it soon after a few seconds of thinking but gives up and sighs to himself.
Guess it’s time to go home instead.
Rat just had to fucking ruin it for me.
Chuuya arrives home and closes the door behind him and switches the lights on. He takes off his hat and puts it on the coat hanger.
A small white slip drifts from his head to the tip of his feet.
Staring at it for a while, he finally picks it up off the floor and unfolds the piece of paper.
It was just a paper with a bunch of numbers and the end of the note signs with ‘Fedya’ and Chuuya already knows who this ‘Fedya’ person is. As much as he wants to scrunch it up and toss it in the bin, leaving it to rot for days, he doesn’t and places it on the dining table to deal with later.
Sly rat.
- - -
“Chuuya-san! Do you want to go drinking with us today?” One of his subordinates asks as they had finished a mission, “it’ll be our treat this time!”
There were some acknowledgements from his other subordinates.
Chuuya grins and shakes his head, “Hell no, you guys don’t deserve to pay for the bill.”
“Come on, Chuuya-san! Just let us pay once!”
Chuuya mentally facepalms, about to reply with his answer but doesn’t when he feels a vibration in his pocket.
“Excuse me for one sec, guys.”
They all chat amongst themselves as Chuuya opens up his messages. The name alone from the messenger is already enough for him to brace himself for the worse.
Stupid Rat: You coming?
Stupid Rat: We’re waiting for you
Stupid Rat: [sent image]
Chuuya snorts at the picture he sent him.
It was an image of the same grey cat Fyodor started to get along with as Fyodor’s face was poking to the side of the image. Only his eyes and hair made it into the picture.
He’s definitely going to save this, for blackmailing purposes, obviously. No other reason.
He hastily types something back and slips his phone back into his pocket, “Sorry guys, I’m busy with something else tonight. Why don’t you guys go without this time?”
“Oh, alright then! See you later, Chuuya-san.”
“Have a good night everyone,” he farewells and leaps into the air, using his ability to fly and head towards the cafe.
Chuuya pulls down the door handle and walks inside. The usual lady standing at the front is always there to greet him, “Chuuya-san! Welcome back! For… the second time this week!”
Ugh. Please don’t remind me.
“Yes, I am. I managed to get some time off,” he responds with a small smile.
A mischievous smile lifts on her lips as she covers it with her hand, “Your lover is waiting for you, is that why you’re here?” She whispers to him.
Red blooms on his cheeks.
Right. This again.
“Yes…”
“He’s already ordered for you.”
Chuuya quirks his brow, that’s a surprise .
“He has?”
“Yes, and it’s your usual too! Isn’t that so sweet?”
“So… sweet of him…” he mumbles back, thinking of a similar situation he had said the same thing too. He takes off his hat and rests it on his chest, “he hasn’t been here too long, has he?”
“No, but go, go, he must be tired of waiting for you.”
Chuuya lightly scoffs. “Highly doubt that,” he mutters under his breath and already sees the smug Russian sitting at their usual spot.
Fyodor perks his head, “Ah, you finally made it, Chuuya.”
“Yeah, thanks to a certain someone fucking up my night.”
He stares at the espresso that has probably been left out for too long. He doesn’t drink it and pushes it to the side instead.
“Oh really? Then I apologise for ruining it for you.”
“Yeah. You better make it up to me.”
“I’ve already paid for your drinks, Chuuya. What else would you want?”
“Maybe leave me the fuck alone? Ever thought of that?”
“If you wanted me to leave you alone, you wouldn’t have come in the place, now would you, Chuuya?” He asks back, this time with the Chuuya-wants-to-punch smirk on his face.
Chuuya glances over to Fyodor’s half-finished coffee and takes it away from him, “Whatever…” He rolls his eyes and drinks his cup of coffee.
He sets it back where it was originally and meets with Fyodor’s stare.
“Maybe I just like your company, Fedya.”