Give Yourself To Me

Chapter Five

Atsushi rubbed the side of his neck as he hummed, reading over the files in Akutagawa's office. The back of his hair covered, for the most part, all of those makes. Except for... the one on his neck. And now that he was back in work.. aha... you can bet that it didn't go unnoticed.

"Why am I still working with you after you dragged us into that trap last time..." Akutagawa hissed in distaste, sitting on the desk with one leg crossed over the other, his arms crossed. Not doing work... as usual. So why was he even complaining?

"You certainly aren't doing anything to help. Plus I tried to warn you about the trap last time but you didn't listen." Atsushi grumbled. Now knowing the patterns were a trap, he huffed, not sure what to do next.

"Don't talk to me that way. I'm your superior, you imbecile." Akutagawa always seemed to feel the need to bring up that Atsushi was still the lowest ranking member in the mafia.

"Put your pride away for once in your life." Atsushi rolled his eyes. He heard Akutagawa get up, thinking he might actually do work. But it was a foolish thought. The raven haired male walked towards the door to the office, causing Atsushi to scoff. How childish.. leaving.

Akutagawa took a deep breath as he opened the door and yelled, out into the halls, "ATSUSHI HAS A HICKEY!"

Oh, fuck.

Atsushi yelped and quickly attempted to dive behind a desk as he heard pounding footsteps, only to get yoinked back by the back of his shirt. Chuuya.

"You have a what!?" Invigorated older brother. Sigh. He shook him rapidly. "You're eight-fuckin-teen! Why do you have a hickey!!! You should be focusing on work, not getting your neck sucked like some fucking vampire type shit you moron!"

"I'm— sorr— y." Atsushi whined in syllables as he was shaken. Chuuya knew exactly where those hickeys came from.

"You better have not gone any farther than that or I'll kick his ass so far to hell he'll never ever come back." He hissed.

"Nothing else happened-!!!" Atsushi exclaimed quickly. God.. this was embarrassing.

"Him? Atsushi's gay?" Akutagawa asked flatly. Chuuya had said him, so he assumed...

"Why're you saying it like it's a bad thing?" Atsushi huffed as he was let go by the red head. Chuuya wasn't going to elaborate on who it was. If Akutagawa ever found out...

Hoooooo boy, Chuuya didn't wanna be there for it. And neither did Atsushi. Click clack click clack. Heels. Kouyou poked her head in before speed walking up to Atsushi, her eyes violently and vigorously scanning him. "I'm going to murder him :]" and then she simply left.

A h a . O h b o y. Atsushi huffed and put his arms around his neck. God... this was so embarrassing. "Fuck you..." Atsushi glared at Akutagawa.

"Did you just say fuck!?" Chuuya began to shake him again. "Who taught you that word!? You're too young to be saying shit like that!!" He yelled.

  "You— taught— me— that- word-!" Atsushi exclaimed in syllables as he was shaken. Akutagawa was just sitting on his desk, watching the scene. God... talk about obnoxious. Going and yelling about him having a hickey, which he was pretty sure at least 1/4 of the mafia heard that...

  Chuuya let him go with a huff. There wasn't much he could say or do regarding Dazai because of the mic, so... Not that he'd want to mention Dazai in front of Akutagawa. "..." He glanced at Akutagawa and huffed before dragging Atsushi out of the office by his tie.