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Chuuya’s day was starting off without a hitch, he had just finished beating up a bunch of low-life criminals that thought they could sneak some criminal activity into the city and blame it on the Port Mafia and was now on his way to the headquarters to organize paperwork.
He was just going to get on his motorcycle when he suddenly received an SOS signal from his phone. Alarm bells started ringing in his head, he fished out his phone from his pocket at a speed he never knew he had and looked to see that the person who sent the SOS was Atsushi.
Panic was slowly bubbling up inside of him but Chuuya pushed the feeling down, there was no use in being in distress when his partner needed him. Chuuya quickly boarded his motorcycle and started the engine, the feeling of panic got worse when he saw that the SOS was sent from Atsushi’s dorm, meaning that the boy was put in danger in his own home.
He couldn’t count how many traffic laws he broke and how fast he got to the ADA’s dorm building, he didn’t really care, he didn’t have time to care, not when Atsushi was in potential danger.
Chuuya ran up the stairs, almost crashing into a few walls before he arrived in front of Atsushi’s dorm, he kicked down the door and immediately went to where he could hear noise, the bedroom. A yelp from the room was heard as he slid the door open with a slam, the resounding noise enough to shake the entire building. Chuuya was greeted by the sight of Atsushi on the floor surrounded by plushies of different shapes and sizes, the boy was basically being swarmed by the sheer amount of plushies in the room.
‘And wait…is that a ginger cat plush with a replica of my hat?’
Atsushi stared back at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly opened in shock, as if not expecting him to be there.
Now usually, whenever Chuuya would come to his boyfriend’s dorm, he wouldn’t enter the bedroom, not without Atsushi’s permission at least, there also wasn’t any cause for it, he just never had a reason to go inside the younger’s room. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting really, Atsushi isn’t the kind to buy fancy things like Chuuya, the other liked simpler things and Chuuya really thought that the only thing in Atsushi’s room would be a futon and his clothes, but boy was he wrong.
He heard the younger mutter his name in question, “Chuuya-san..?”
Again with the ‘san’, Chuuya told him multiple times to drop it but then he remembered that some married couples call one another with the honorific in certain circumstances - like when they meet each other at work, which is the case for them - so he just (Very giddily, not that Chuuya would admit it) let it be after a while.
Chuuya sighed (Affectionate), “So, are you in any actual danger, or did one of your plushies accidentally butt-dialed me an SOS signal?”
Atsushi’s eyes widened even more, clearly taken aback at the question, he then got up from his pile of plushies and started looking for his phone, which took more time than what Atsushi would have liked, before finding it underneath the bum of an overly large teddy bear.
Oh wow, Chuuya said that as a joke, he didn’t actually think that a teddy bear would butt-dial him. “What the fuck?” He muttered to himself, Atsushi however, he seemed to think that Chuuya’s words were directed at him, making him slightly flinch, which didn’t go unnoticed by the red-head.
Atsushi looked like he was absolutely ready to just burry himself into the ground out of embarrassment. And he was, in fact, fully prepared to do so, even looking at the window and planning to launch himself from it.
His plan to escape his very (Ridiculous? Humiliating? Stupid? All of the above?) unexpected situation, however, was foiled by Chuuya going up to him and reaching to take hold of his chin, making him look at the eyes of the older, “Atsushi, hey, look at me. I’m not mad at you okay? Calm down.”
The white-haired boy snapped out of his panicked trance - he didn’t even know that he was panicking in the first place - slowly but surely his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed.
After seeing that the younger had calmed himself down, Chuuya spoke again, “I’m not angry at you, this whole situation is just…funny?” he questioned himself, not really sure how to describe their current predicament.
Atsushi felt the same, it was not every day that one of his plushies would butt-dial his partner, an SOS signal nonetheless, but something inside him tickled at the realization that if anything did happen to him, Chuuya would come in an instant. It was also not every day when someone would care enough for Atsushi to do such a thing. Especially not in the orphanage.
A sigh was heard in the room before a red glow started to outline Atsushi’s body, lifting him off the ground and bringing him to the futon - which was also surrounded by plushies. Chuuya followed right after, sitting next to the other as Atsushi flopped on the soft futon when he deactivated his ability.
Chuuya knew that Atsushi was thinking something bad again, he just had that face when he did, and it was Chuuya’s job to make sure that the other didn’t succumb to those thoughts. With one arm wrapped around Atsushi’s waist, he pulled him down the futon, his other arm reaching next to him in order to get a random plushie from the (Extremely) large collection before he gave said plushie to his partner.
“Here, as compensation for making me come here all of a sudden, as well as hiding your plushie collection, you’re going to be my plushie instead.” He said, wrapping both arms around the younger and gently squeezing him into a tight hug. After a few minutes, however, Atsushi felt Chuuya’s hold on him relax and his breathing fall into a soft rhythm. ‘Chuuya-san fell asleep? He must be really tired from work.’ He thought to himself as he yawned, slowly joining his lover in a peaceful subconscious.