You joined the Port Mafia in hopes of finding your brother
Maybe there's a new reason
You see, there's this boy....
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A/N: Jeez, 795 words! I'll try to make this book my priority over my oneshot book. Also, the photo for this chapter was colored in by me!
The day started out normally. You got up late, forgot to eat breakfast, and went to work.
Your birthday was in two days, so naturally you wanted to get the day over with.
Something about this day seemed a little bit off though. You had a strange feeling when you woke up.
You decided you should talk to Chuuya about it.
You went up to his office and knocked on the door. You could faintly hear a "come in" from Chuuya. You walked into his office and started to explain the feeling you had.
"You're really letting that bother you? You really are a dumbass."
"Chuuya I'm serious."
"So am I."
"You don't have to be a little shit about it."
"Shut up."
"Have you seen Dazai."
"Why do you think I'd give a damn about where he is."
After a little while of arguing, you and Chuuya decided to get something to eat to calm down.
(Time skip to the evening)
"Hopefully stupid Dazai won't get in the way this time." A very annoyed Chuuya said. You and Chuuya were gonna go see some action movie together. It wasn't really planned, it just so happened that you both got tickets for the same night, so you decided to just go together since you're like best friends.
But then Chuuyas car exploded right in front of him.
"What the hell!?" Chuuya didn't know what to do. He stood there in disbelief. "We can take my car." He quickly agreed, but when you got to your car, you found a note. The note said 'Dear Y/N, I'm leaving the mafia, so would you be so kind and annoy the hell out of Chuuya for me? K, thanks! - Dazai'
You showed Chuuya the note and he smirked. "That little prick is finally gone."
At the movie, Chuuya was a bit too happy and even invited you over to his place to drink some wine. He claimed it was for a special occasion.
After the movie, you went to his apartment. When you walked in, he basically pushed you on the couch and told you to sit like you were a dog or something.
He gave you a glass and poured some wine into it. "Chuuya I'm seventeen." "You turn eighteen in two days, it's fine, trust me." "Is this one expensive?" "Yeah, it's a vintage 1889 Pétrus." You didn't really have a choice.
Obviously, you both got a little bit drunk. (Nothing inappropriate happened you perverts)
When you woke up, you were in a room. You were extremely confused because you couldn't find Chuuya, and this wasn't your room. You had a really bad headache.
'Damn, do I have a hangover?' You think to yourself.
Chuuya finally walked in.
"Hey, you feeling ok?"
"Did we get drunk?"
"Yeah, I think I let you sleep in my room because I woke up on the couch."
"You didn't have to do that, I could have been just fine on the couch."
"It's the least I could do. Look, I'm sorry for pressuring you into drinking."
"It's fine, like you said, I'll be eighteen in- one day now."
"Are you sure it's ok?"
"Mhm."
Chuuya had to admit it, he did feel guilty about it. He knew it was wrong. He was relieved that you didn't seem to care. "Do you need anything for that hangover?" He finally asked. "Yes please!"
Chuuya gave you some pain pills for your headache. "I can get you some water." You smiled at how generous he was being. "Thanks," it wasn't everyday he was this sweet.
Chuuya also had a bit of a hangover, but he made sure to take care of you that day. Once again, he felt like it was his fault.
He had never been this sweet to you before. You both are the type of friends who pick on each other a lot, and don't care if it's hurtful.
It's been a few weeks since then. Chuuya was always in your head. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he would smile at you, or the way he laughed, or the way he was just so sweet.
At first you thought it was just because he's your best friend... but then you kept feeling this way for another year. It was like you always wanted to be around him. You wanted to talk to him almost all the time now.
What is happening to you?
A/N: Just a little disclaimer: I do NOT support underaged drinking. Just wanted to make that clear. Also, this is a bit jumbled up. I'm sorry.
