𝐌𝐫. 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 [𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐎𝐢; 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐔]

|20| Running Out Of Time

I fucking apologize to how the chapter numbers are being layed out. First it started out as \00\ but then I changed it to [00] MY BAD. I DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL NOW- I- Also I'm sorry for not putting a title thing on the last one. The thought just kinda slips my mind

I w a i z u m i

     I click my tongue while doing tricks with the gun in my hand. All while staring at the chief of police standing right in front of me. 

     "You're testing my lovely patience.." I whisper. The platinum blonde haired male stiffens before gulping and fixing his badge on his uniform. 

     "L-Look.. we really can't do anything. We'll all be fired if we help you." He stutters. 

     A chuckle escapes me, a sign of true annoyance. "I don't have time to listen to your pathetic excuse of "DaIsHoU's GoNnA gEt Me FiReD" bull crap. You wanna know who's more powerful than he is? My friend here.. who's husband is also being held captive." I gesture towards Sakusa who's standing by Osamu and his husband, Rin. 

     I called the chief of police up here in one of my larger conference rooms. I find it more intimidating being in a large room with very few people present. But in all honesty, it's not Daishou that should be feared right now. 

     It's me.

     "..." The Chief of police stays silent, licking his lips nervously.

     I raise a brow and smirk. The gun in my hand began to twirl around my finger once again. "What? Cat got your tongue?" 

     He raises his head and glares at me. Fists removed from his pockets and arms now crossed over his chest. 

     "Fine. We'll help. It's not like we're not being threatened anyway." The man sighs and sits down, slumping in a chair. Hm, he seems rather stressed. I mean, who wouldn't?

     "What now?" I ask, raising a brow. Kiyoomi walks up and places his hands on the table, looking straight at the Chief. Damn, he scares me with those black eyes of his. How does Atsumu live with that? 

     "You're gonna help us get our beloved's back. Right here.. right now. No time for you to be a fucking lazy ass." Kiyoomi states coldly before standing straight up. Man, he's scary what the fuck.

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O i k a w a

     "YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HELPING, YOU RATS ASS!" I whisper shout, slapping Atsumu's hand away from my stomach. He scowls at me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them on the wall. (Ouuu kinky. But seriously, NO SHIP. They're more like friendship goals 😌💅 I do respect ya'lls opinions though)

     "Would you quit it? He fucking kicked you in the abdomen. He more than likely worsened your internal bleeding, but Mika should be coming by with some pain killers." Atsumu says bluntly, blinking at the very bad bruise on my stomach.

     "Hate you." I mumble.

     "Love you too."

     "I hate your bluntness." 

     "And I love your enthusiasm." He says sarcastically, shaking his head in a bobble head motion from side to side before bringing his fingers to my side and pinching harshly.

     "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Okay, that wasn't even a whisper shout, that was straight up yelping. 

     Atsumu pauses to look at me with a very 'I'm this close to being done with you' facial expression. Wow, okay. He's obviously traumatized, but that's no excuse to pinch me. I'm practically dying here. Much literally.