the other side of paradise | bsd x gn!reader

five.

a/n: listen,, is it obvious i like chuuya? /j

True to your words, you see Chuuya again soon.

It's a beautiful evening, the half crescent moon and the stars are sparkling like spilled glitter on a black dress, when you step inside the small store. The shop bell chimes. You rub your hands together as the pleasant air inside warms you up. The bleach blonde cashier looks up from his magazine, notices you're the only one that entered and focuses back on his magazine.

Ranpo had realized his candy stash was running low, so he sent you out for more. He's too busy, he said to you, while doing absolutely nothing and crunching on some chips. Of course, the news of you going shopping spread like wildfire and you quickly found yourself holding a whole list of things your co-workers were too lazy to buy themselves.

You're almost done with the shopping, the only thing left on your list is a very specific sake, the president himself asked for. Apparently, he forgot he is meeting with an important guest in a few days and doesn't want to meet them empty handed. As it turns out, the only place it's sold in Yokohama is this specific store.

You sigh as you make your way towards the shelves furthest back. The bell chimes again. The tall shelves are full of bottles, so how are you supposed to find the one specific one? You step back to get a better view of the full shelf, in hopes of seeing the sake you're looking for. Bumping into someone, you mumble a quick apology.

"Hey, watch where you're-"Chuuya freezes mid-sentence. Pause. Oh, come on! What is with this coincidence? Despite throwing yourself into bushes and jumping behind light poles every time you spot someone who looks suspiciously like a mafia member in public, you still didn't manage to avoid all of them.

Giving you no time to think, the ability user slams his gloved hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. Your mind is too frazzled to even consider teleporting away, so you listen to what he has to say. With how close he is, you can't help but to admire his appearance. Eyes like the stormy sky, striking orange hair that frames his face and a lean face, Chuuya is as handsome as ever.

You open your mouth, about to make up an excuse and run away, but the mafioso doesn't let you even start. "Don't ever try to pull that idiot act on me again. You can speak and understand Japanese. I know what I heard last time. Don't try to deny it." Your mouth shuts promptly and Chuuya backs away. He turns his head like he didn't just kabe-don you and decides to browse the wine section. Too confused on what just happened, you just stand there in silence with a puzzled expression.

"The boss is interested in your ability. He wants you in the Port Mafia," he breaks the silence, still reading wine labels.

Your face goes blank. "Excuse me?! What do you mean?? You can't just casually bring this up like you're reading me an article from the morning paper! Actually, why are you even telling me this?"

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm simply in a good mood and felt like giving you a heads up. I could care less about what happens to you," Chuuya scoffs.

You twiddle your thumbs. "Well then, shouldn't you like ... kidnap me or something? That's probably why you're here, right?"

Chuuya crinkles his nose. "I don't feel like it. It's my first day off in a while, so I couldn't be less bothered to care. Besides, taking you to the base would mean I have to see that Bastard Dazai again. I'd die than deal with him on my day off." His tone is filled with annoyance, and you can't hide the sly smile that creeps onto your face.

"Aww, you have nicknames for each other. That's so cute. I didn't realize you were that close," you chuckle teasingly.

Chuuya's face contorts with displeasure. His gloved hand grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls you closer to his face. "Listen here, don't you dare think I would ever- " he fumes, but a hit to his head makes him stop.