After Dazai had left the Port Mafia, you were a "replacement" for him. Filling the position as Mori's favorite, as well as Chuuya's partner. You and Dazai come into contact accidentally. You couldn't stand the man, however you also felt something fo...
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"I wonder where they are?" Mori looked down at his watch, a worried expression panned across his features. Port Mafia members of importance stood at the entrance, awaiting for the arrival of the Armed Detective Agency. "I hope nothing bad happened."
"It would be most unfortunate." Hirotsu commented, he stuck a cigar in between his dry lips.
You were in the middle of Chuuya and Mori, impatiently tapping your foot against the concrete. You stood in your pretty black dress. It was strapless with a slit running down the left side of your leg—your silky black gloves ran up to your elbow. A ring hugged your middle finger, it was silver with a diamond in the middle—it may have been simple but it was one of your favorite pieces of jewelry. Your hair sat on your shoulders, waves ran throughout your (H/C) tresses.
You side-eyed Chuuya, seeing he was wearing a scheme of dark colors (you believed that was everyone's go to by glancing around). A dark red button up tucked in sat beneath his black coat. The coat matched his slightly flared out pants. His hat sat perfectly on his red-head, the chain swinging as he turned his head spotting everyone. You noticed his tie was a bit lose.
"Chuuya." You turned, whispering to him. Your earrings jingled as you motioned toward him.
"What do you want?" He didn't even bother to face you, he just watched everyone ahead of him converse with one another, secretly listening in on their conversations. It was nothing interesting, just Akutagawa trying to stop Tachihara from flirting with Gin ever-so subtly.
"Your tie." He looked down, sighing with frustration. You grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to turn to you. "Here, allow me."
You tucked your hand underneath the tie, pushing up the knot to fit perfectly around his collar with his choker peeking out from beneath. You used this time to straighten out his suit as well, making sure everything was perfect and presentable on him.
Chuuya flinched as you touched his chest—even if he was clothed, he could still feel your warm hands. He watched your eyes travel up and down his body, looking for any imperfections that needed fixing. You backed away, motioning that he was in the clear, he cleared his throat, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it, either way, you still look bad." You faced forward, smiling to yourself as you watched the crowd.
"You bastard."
"Weren't you supposed to play nice today?" You mentioned to Chuuya, reminding him of what Mori said.
"Pretty sure that went for you too." Chuuya scoffed, annoyed with you already even if the night hadn't begun. "I'm not the only hot-head here you know? Go bother someone else."
