ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ: ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ | 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

05 | ♤

花⃣ よ⃣ り⃣ 団⃣ 子⃣

𝕾𝖚𝖇𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊

░▒▓█ Before the date 

░▒Chuuya's POV▓█

I was filling out paperwork from a previous mission. It was more like a report, we simply had to explain what happened, everything we did, anything that went wrong and just explain useless shit. I fucking hate paperwork. Worst part of my job. I was looking for any excuse to stop doing my work, then as if on cue, my saving grace. My phone rang. 

"Hello?" I picked up, waiting for a response. Still typing on my laptop to seem like I was doing work. 

"Oh Hi! I didn't expect you'd pick up." A feminine voice called, hoping this was the phone call I had been expecting but not 100% sure I came up with the greatest response. I picked up my stack of paperwork, uncompleted paperwork and faxes I haven't looked at. 

"And who is this?" I asked, an angry tone dripping from my words, unintentional of course but what am I going to do? Rhetorical question, don't answer. 

"Oh, it's Y/N, sorry is this a bad time?" She said, I suddenly changed my entire posture and stopped typing. This is the phone call I wanted. 

"No, no, not at all!" I reassured while leaning back in my chair and kicking me feet up onto my desk. "Sorry, I'm just doing some paperwork, it won't take long." I took a small pause. "So, is this about the trench coat? Cause' if you still need it then you can use it a little longer." 

"No, it's okay, it wouldn't be fair on you." She stated with a small chirp to her tone of voice. "Plus if I don't give it back to you now then I never will, it's really warm and-" She goes to finish her sentence and I cut off her sentence. 

"And you have a habit of wearing the black bras on rainy days, I can tell you're smart." I joked casually, I heard another laugh from the other side of the phone, it didn't sound like hers. "Is someone else there? Are you busy? We can continue this conversation a little later if you need." A small tone of worry was starting to take over my voice. 

"I called you." She stated. 

"Well, that's true." I laughed. "I take it you aren't busy and whoever there can hear me."

"Wow, you can laugh, that's new." She joked. "You'd be right, for both of those."

"Lovely!" I sighed. "Please tell me it isn't a parent, my previous comment would make it difficult to meet them." I said in a playful voice. 

"Cocky are we? Well, yes, it was my mother." She laughed, causing me to turn silent."Don't worry I'm sure she didn't hear what you said." She reassured. I doubted that. 

"Well, that's a relief." I laughed, Akutagawa barged into my office. 

"Chuuya, oh...are you on the phone?" Akutagawa asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction, a monotone voice dripping from each word. 

"No." I sarcastically said. 

"Oh that was obvious. Have you finished the report is what I meant to say." He back peddled and asked. 

"Obviously not!" I hissed. "I'm on the phone are you that inconsiderate of your higher ups?" I asked, Akutagawa pisses me off sometimes. He isn't normally as much of a dickhead when he talks with higher ups, however, he sometimes gets sudden jolts of tomfuckery pride. 

"Do you want me to call you back?" She asked, she seemed a tad bit amused by my conversation.

"No, not at all!" I responded to her question. Akutagawa looked up at me. "Not you Akutagawa! Oh, and you have to fucking knock next time, you have no manners." 

"I'm sorry Chuuya." Akutagawa apologised. 

"That's what I thought apologise." I mercilessly stated. Akutagawa left and closed the door, I heard a terribly insane conversation with her mother. "That entire conversation was headache worthy." 

"Thank you, when should I drop off the coat?" She laughed and then proceeded to inquire about the coat, which in all honesty I had forgotten about anyway.

"How about...my place? Maybe 7pm, dinner?" I asked.

"Sounds delightful, text me your address, when were you thinking?"I could hear the smile through the phone, her voice sounded excited. 

"Tomorrow night? Maybe?" I asked, I was excited as shit.

"Gladly! I don't want to spend a Saturday night alone." She giggled. 

"Good, I'll see you then." I said, I tried to shuffle my feet off the desk and ended up falling off my chair, Jesus Christ I'm a mess. "Shit, sorry I fell off my chair, I swear to god I never do that." I could hear her laughter, cute and consistent.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" She continued to laughed and shook my head. "Well, I'll see you there." She hung up the phone. I let out a sigh (one of infatuation), I continued my work, barely. I had finished the report, printed it out and walked all the way to files and handed it in. I walked back to my office and picked up my stack of paper. 

I went through things, signed things and filled things out. I had finished the entire pile, the last thing was a file with a yellow post-it-note; it read 'new member of the Armed Detective Agency.' It was dated to a few months ago, I hadn't gone through the pile of work in a while. I ripped off the post-it-note. 

Shit. 

You're fucking kidding me!

Her picture was there and her name was there.  Only her first name, her last name had been scratched out. It was Y/N. I'm totally fucked. 

I'm going on a date with a dog from the Armed Detective Agency. 

This is bullshit, why did she have to be so captivating? She's basically perfection and I've had two conversations with her. I don't want to distance myself but it's the best thing for the both of us. 

Her statistics were mostly impressive:

User: Y/N *****
Ability: The Queens Gambit - It allows the user to summon a small glass box of pills. There are four different colours of pills and they do these things:

Orange: it allows the user to teleport to places that she has already been.
Yellow: it allows the user to fix small injuries or health problems.
Green: it allows the user to summon herself and whoever she wishes to a blank room with a huge chess board in it, the only way to actually leave this room is by either winning or her permission to leave.
Blue: it allows the user and whoever she wishes to be protected by a small blue shelter.

Stats:

Power: 4/5

Strength: 4/5

Speed: 4/5

Technique: 5/5

Intelligence: 6/5

Corporation: 5/5

It had just all this information about her, it was so detailed about her entire family life and how fucked-up her mental state is, her weaknesses and her strengths. All this information to bring her down from the inside. I wanted to burn the file, save her from probable death.