Y/N is an 18-year-old with immense power and her parents were killed because of the people after her, causing her to have to move around a lot, having nowhere to call home, until she meets Chuuya Nakahara on one of his quests for the port-mafia beca...
I have decided to make a birthday special in honor of Chuuya's birthday (29th Of April), I hope you enjoy it... and I'm sorry if it's bad :/
Today is Chuuya's birthday. You're laying in bed with him in the morning, snuggling and giving him special birthday kisses.
"Happy birthday babe," You say to him, pecking his lips.
"Thank you, " He replies grinning before kissing you back.
"You excited for your party tonight?" You ask him, looking up at him from his chest where you were just resting your head.
"Sure, I hope you like the dress I picked you, and just know since it's my birthday, you can't even refuse to wear it," The ginger male answers you, staring at you with a devilish smile.
"Well, now I'm scared it's going to be really revealing..."
He just laughs at your reply. After your morning conversation, you both get up out of bed and you make some pancakes for Chuuya. (if you can't cook, please just pretend T_T) You pass him the cream and sit down next to him to eat your own breakfast, you turn to look at him, just to see him squirting the cream onto your nose. He then proceeds to lick it off before laughing like an infant. You shake it off and get eating.
By now, time's flown and it's already 7 pm, 1 hour before the party. You get in the shower after convincing Chuuya he can't get in with you and then start to get ready. Coming out of the bathroom, you notice a dress laying on the bed with a note.
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(You can pick these dresses or imagine your own)
You pick up the note, it says
'Hello baby, I've gone out for something and will pick you up soon, I also picked out this dress for you, please wear it for me :)'
You place it down with a smile on your face, lift up the dress, inspecting it closely.
"He's definitely the one who picked these," You say to yourself laughing.
Getting out of your towel, you put on the dress and start to dry your hair. Once it's dry, you start to style it in h/s (hairstyle). You pick out a bag from your collection to match your dress and slide some necessary items in and then put your thigh holster hidden by the fabric of the dress. You spray on some perfume and slide on your f/c (favourite colour) heels. You sit on your bed scrolling through your phone till your phone rings.
"Hey," You say answering the call.
"Hey baby, I'm outside waiting for you," Chuuya replies to you.
"Ok coming, bye," You respond before hanging up and leaving the house.
You pull out your keys and start to lock the door when you feel arms snaking around your waist.
"Damn I'm good at picking dresses," Chuuya mutters into your ear giving you goosebumps.
"Chuuya come on, I only just put it on, you're gonna have to wait," You groan while locking the door up and putting away your keys.
Gripping his hands, you attempt to push them away but his grasp is too strong.
"Chuuya..."
"What?!"
"Let go please," You pout.
"Fine, but only because we're probably gonna be late, tch"
"No need to get moody,"
Chuuya rolls his eyes making your jaw drop before he seizes your hand and drags you into the car and sets off to the Port Mafia's building. Once you arrive, he turns off the car, hops out, and pulls open your door, holding a hand out to help you up. Taking his hand, your dress slides over a bit, revealing your knife holster.
"Be careful with that, it's not a toy," Chuuya says jokingly.
"Do you think I'm 5!?!"
"I'm joking, just... don't get yourself hurt or anything,"
"I won't," You claim, reaching up to kiss him.
Holding your hand the entire way, the ginger brings you inside, all the guests of the party greeting him and wishing him a happy birthday.
"Welcome Birthday Boy!" Dazai exclaims leaving an agitated look on Chuuya's face.
"Tch"
Squeezing his hand to get his attention, Chuuya looks over to you, seeing the calming look you're giving him.
"Thanks," He growls back at Dazai.
"Look, I know you hate him, but you need to sort out your anger," You announce to him while walking onward.
Sighing, he stops and brings you into a hug.
"I know, I'm sorry," He responds, kissing you on the head.
Walking into the main location of the party, Higuchi can be seen tampering with a drink, she picks one up and leaves the other, steps away from it, but keeps a close eye. You drag Chuuya over and pick up two drinks, including the one that Higuchi is monitoring, before she can reach you, you're already taking a big gulp of it, not realising what she'd done with it.
Higuchi POV:
'Oh shit, that was meant for Akutagawa, this was gonna be my one and only chance, and she drank it... well I guess now it's Chuuya's problem, sorry...'
3rd Person POV:
You stroll around the building with Chuuya, having conversations with other people on the way until your head starts to feel light and your legs start to weaken.
"Hey, are you ok?!" Chuuya questions, holding you up-right in his arms.
"Y-Yeah, I think I just need to go sit down or something," You respond, trying to stay on your two feet.
"Ok, I'll take you to my office,"
"O-" You're cut off by Chuuya picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his office, "Chuuya, I can walk,"
"Do you really think I'm going to let you walk right now?"
"Well..."
"Exactly"
You let out a little laugh as he carries you to his office, your eyelids getting heavier at the second, until, you're out cold. Chuuya lays you down onto his sofa, finally noticing that you're unconscious.
"Hey, are you asleep?" He asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "Y/N...?" He places his hand on your forehead to check your temperature, "Jesus, you're burning up, you must've drunken something, Higuchi probably left it for Akutagawa, when will that idiot give up, tch"
The ginger picks up a blanket and covers with it, removing your heels for you in the process. He lifts up your head and sits down, laying it on his lap as a pillow, stroking your hair.
"Why did she have to bring you into her mess, even if it wasn't intentional, I can't risk losing you," Cupping your cheek he says, "I love you Y/N, and I always will,"
