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You're too busy dodging lunges and swipes, heart pounding against your ribs, as your so-called comrades—Port Mafia agents you once trusted—snarl and snap like wild animals. Their eyes glow feverish crimson, fangs bared. You barely duck under a vicious slash from Hirotsu, his face twisted into a grotesque mask, before whipping around toward Higuchi Ichiyō.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, you shake her with a force that rattles her whole frame. “Snap out of it, Higuchi!” you shout.
Higuchi's head jerks up sharply, pupils dilated, and in the blink of an eye, she lunges for your throat with a bloodthirsty snarl.
You yelp—a humiliating, high-pitched sound—and recoil, stumbling several steps backward to put a safe distance between you.
Your chest heaves with frantic breaths. “What should I do—!” you start to mutter under your breath, but the shrill ringtone blaring from your pocket cuts you off. Cursing under your breath, you yank your phone out with shaking fingers, answering the call without even glancing at the screen.
“Hello?!” you bark, dodging left just in time to avoid a ravenous vampire agent crashing into where you stood a second ago.
On the other end, there's only silence.
Your grip tightens on the phone, knuckles whitening. “Listen, now's really not the time for your stupid prank calls, Dazai—” you snap, exasperation leaking out uncontrollably.
“[Name]-kun.”
You freeze mid-step, as if the very syllables could command your body to stillness. Uh-oh.
A flash of pain lances through your tongue—you realize you've bitten down, hard.
Gone is the irritation. Your expression smooths over in an instant, eyes wide, posture straightening with stiff, almost military precision.
Your voice, once brimming with annoyance, softens into obedience and respect. “Boss.” you say, bowing your head instinctively, even though he can't see you.
Landing lightly atop a ruined stone ledge, you crouch down, catching your breath in shallow gulps, surveying the chaos below. Agents screech and howl, clawing at one another like rabid beasts.
“Report to my office this instant.” Mori Ougai, the boss of the Port Mafia orders, voice calm, a blade sheathed in silk.
You swallow thickly, heart still racing from the adrenaline, but you find your voice. “Yes, boss.”
You end the call with a quiet click.
Dragging a hand through your hair, you let out a shaky breath, the strands sticking to your damp forehead. You glance down at the writhing mass of your vampiric comrades, a wry, bitter smile forming at the corner of your mouth.
“Now, what is it this time, I wonder?” you murmur to yourself.
You reach the top floor in no time, boots thudding against the floor as you announce your arrival with a quick knock before pushing the heavy doors open. The familiar scent of Mori's office greets you, but it's not the boss you see first.
Your gaze immediately falls on Chuuya.
Instead of his usual suit and fedora, he's dressed differently — a sight that tugs at a distant memory, pulling you back to seven years ago, when you first met him, back when he was still with the Sheep.
“You look good, Chuuya.” you blurt out, the words slipping free with a grin curling at your lips.
Chuuya's brows arch in mild surprise and a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. He shakes his head, red hair catching the overhead light in soft glints. “Thanks, [Name].”
You glance around, the emptiness of the room sinking in. The wide space, usually buzzing with a quiet dread, feels eerily still. There's no sign of Mori. Elise is nowhere to be found either.
“So...” you trail off, hands coming to rest on your hips, suspicious. “Why am I here? Where's the boss? He told me to come up.”
Chuuya shrugs loosely, the motion casual but not careless. “He said he's grabbing somethin' important. Told me to wait here.”
You hum thoughtfully. “Hm, is that so?”
Making sure no one's around, you cast an exaggerated glance from side to side, even tipping your head back to scan the ceiling, just in case.
Without a moment's hesitation, you spring forward, the soles of your shoes skimming the ground as you launch yourself into his space. Your arms loop around his neck with easy grace, the motion fluid and instinctive, like muscle memory long ingrained.
His body stiffens for a fraction of a second before relaxing under your touch, a subtle shift you feel immediately.
You bury your face against his cheek, the faint scent of his cologne grounding you more effectively than any anchor ever could. A giggle bubbles up your throat, unrestrained.
Chuuya huffs a soft laugh, catching you effortlessly despite your sudden move. His hands find their way into your hair, fingers threading through the strands, gently tugging and ruffling it in that familiar way that always makes you feel entirely his.
“I'm glad you're safe, [Name].”
You squeeze him tighter, your chest pressing firmly against his. ”I miss you too, Chuuya.”
He exhales audibly, his arms tightening around you.
Reluctantly, you pull back, your bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. Your fingers trail to his chest, giving it a playful, half-hearted poke, as if scolding him wasn't enough without a little physical reprimand.
“You really took your sweet time getting trapped in that stupid novel world made by that Guild ability user!” you tease.
Chuuya blinks at you, slow and confused. “Huh? All of a sudden?”
You begin ticking points off on your fingers, your movements animated and a little exaggerated for effect. “Not only that,” you continue, “when you helped the Agency, you just vanished without a word! Do you even realize, Chuuya? In real time, you were gone for 1,370 days!” You shake your head, mock-scandalized. “A lot of people were desperate to see you again. Including me, of course.”
Chuuya stares at you, one brow raised, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
“What the hell are you even talking about, dummy?”
You cross your arms, leaning in just enough to close the distance between you, your voice dropping into something softer, almost accusatory.
“I almost got tired of waiting, Chuuya! Geez.”
He lets out a long-suffering groan and rolls his eyes, though the act feels half-hearted at best. His lips twitch at the edges, betraying the smile he's visibly trying — and failing — to suppress.
“You're being dramatic, [Name].” he mutters.
You laugh, a soft, musical sound that ripples outward, caressing against the walls and breathing warmth into the once-quiet space. Without giving him a chance to protest, you rise onto your toes again, balancing carefully, and press another kiss to his cheek — a fleeting brush of lips against skin.
This time, Chuuya doesn't stiffen or pretend to be annoyed. Instead, he closes his eyes, letting out a slow breath through his nose, as if surrendering completely to the moment.
A small, genuine smile — soft and rare, like a glimpse of spring after a brutal winter — lifts the corners of his mouth. It's a look he guards fiercely, one that the world rarely, if ever, gets to see.
A jarring, sharp clearing of the throat makes you and Chuuya jump apart as if you're both on fire. Your heart races, and the air between you feels charged, like it's about to burst.
You whip your head around and lock eyes with Mori, who stands casually, watching both of you, unamused.
You scramble to your feet, bowing as deeply as you can. “Boss!” you exclaim, the urgency in your voice betraying how flustered you feel.
Chuuya, too, seems flustered. His face turns a shade of red as he pulls his hat lower over his eyes. His gloved fingers fidget with the brim, a familiar sign of his unease. He's not great at hiding his emotions.
Mori chuckles, a low sound that's almost teasing. He waves a dismissive hand through the air, and his voice drops into a more casual tone. “Now, now. No need to be so stiff, [Name]-kun.”
You sheepishly straighten up, scratching your head as you try to shake off the awkwardness, your gaze briefly flicking to Chuuya, who's still trying to regain his composure.
Mori holds out two small boxes and a bottle of glue, offering them to you with a patient look. “Here, take this,” he says, “for your little project.”
You take them from him, curiosity rising. You tilt your head, eyes tracing the boxes, wondering what's inside, when Mori's whole attention shifts to Chuuya.
“Now, here's your mission, Chuuya-kun,” Mori begins.
You listen intently, feeling the tension build in the room as Mori explains what needs to be done. The more he talks, the more Chuuya's brow furrows, the slight alteration in his expression showing his annoyance.
It's almost imperceptible at first, but then Mori mentions his former partner, Dazai Osamu, and you see it—the momentary, but unmistakable twitch of Chuuya's features.
You scratch your neck absently, thinking to yourself, Great, here we go again.
Chuuya scoffs, his voice dripping with distaste. “It's always that bastard, huh?”
You can't resist the playful grin that pulls at your lips. “I can't wait to see Double Black in action again! The last one was during the fight with the Guild, right?”
Chuuya shoots you a sharp glare, more exasperated than truly angry, his brows furrowing slightly as his lips press into a thin line. His eyes narrow at you in a way that clearly says shut up, but there's no real heat behind it — just the familiar, easy kind of irritation he saves only for you.
You only grin wider in response, sticking your tongue out at him with a playful wink, knowing full well he won't stay mad for long.
“Now, [Name]-kun, let's get Chuuya-kun started.”
You nod eagerly, moving closer to Chuuya, who sighs loudly, his shoulders slumping as he falls into one of the cushioned seats in the corner.
You hand him one of the small boxes and crouch beside him, pulling out a pair of fake vampire fangs. They glint in the dim light, almost too realistic, and you can't help but admire the craftsmanship.
“Chuuya, open your mouth. Aaaaah~” you instruct.
He looks at you with an expression of reluctant compliance, but he does as you say, opening his mouth wide.
You narrow your eyes, examining the fangs with the precision of someone accustomed to working with such detail. You move closer, leaning in slightly, showing him where the fangs should go, making sure they don't look out of place. You nod to yourself when you're satisfied, giving him a reassuring smile.
Chuuya closes his mouth and pats his lap invitingly. “C'mere. You're really gonna make me do this, huh?”
You slide closer and settle against him. The movement feels almost too natural, like it's something you've done a thousand times before, though a small rush of heat creeps up your spine.
You pretend to ignore the way Mori raises an eyebrow at the proximity between you two.
“Let's put some glue in these, okay?” you suggest innocently.
“HUH?! The fuck! What if I'll have a hell of a time taking them off?”
You give him a pointed glare, not backing down. “Or would you rather have them fall out while Dostoevsky's talking shit?” you shoot back.
He looks ready to argue, but something in your expression makes him think better of it. With a resigned sigh, he slumps further into the seat. “Whatever.”
You grin triumphantly, making quick work of placing glue on each fang. “Open your mouth again, Chuuya.”
He does, and you carefully place the fangs in, adjusting them properly so they look as realistic as possible. You concentrate, your hands steady as you work, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.
After a few moments of adjusting and checking, you pull your hands back, satisfied. “There we go!”
Chuuya scrunches his nose, running his tongue over the fangs to test them out, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grinds his teeth together.
“Comfortable?” you ask, watching him closely.
He nods, though he doesn't seem thrilled. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Great! Now, let's have you wear the contacts.”
Mori watches silently, his eyes following your every move with interest.
You open the box and carefully take out the red contacts, placing them one by one into Chuuya's eyes.
When they're finally in, you beam down at him, your eyes sparkling with pride. “Looking good, Chuuya! You look like one of those wild beasts down there.”
Chuuya clicks his tongue, clearly unimpressed, and you can't help but giggle. You pat his cheek affectionately, your fingers lingering before pulling your body fully away from his.
“It's all done, boss.” you announce, turning to Mori.
Mori nods. “Great job, [Name]-kun.”
You walk over to Chuuya, cupping his cheeks gently, your eyes soft with affection. “Be careful out there, Chuuya. I'll be waiting for you, okay?”
“Yeah, I won't be too long.” he reassures you, his voice quieter now.
You smile sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips. Chuuya responds immediately, deepening the kiss, his arms pulling you flush against him as if he couldn't bear to let you go just yet. His lips are warm and demanding.
When you finally pull back, your face flushes.
“Before you go, Chuuya,” you gasp out, breathless. “Let's take a picture first. This is such a rare opportunity, you know.”
“Seriously?”