𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 83

Chuuya looked through more papers as I stared at the ceiling.

"Chuuya.." I groaned.

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm bored."

"Read that book I gave you."

"Chuuya, I finished it 20 minutes ago."

"Read another one."

"My head hurts."

"Take a nap."

"I did that 10 minutes ago."

"Take another one."

I let my face fall on the desk. I groaned again.

Finch was still playing with his gift Chuuya got him. He was having the time of his life playing with the ropes and other toys.

I glared at him in jealousy.

At least he has something fun to do...

I glanced at Chuuya, he was writing on a piece of paper.

I looked back ahead with a bored expression.

~Time Skip~
"Chuuya."

"What, baby?"

"I'm bored."

"Yes, I love you too."

My eyes widened a little and I gave him an offended look, "Did you even hear what I said?!"

"No, I love you more."

I pinched his arm.

He yelped, "Ow, Y/n! What was that for?!" He looked at me.

"Are you even listening to me?! I'm bored!"

"Read another book!"

"I did! 2 of them!"

"Read 3!"

"Let me help, already! This is so boring!"

"No, I can't let you."

I glared at him and looked away.

~Time Skip~
I sighed. I've been so bored..

There was a knock on the door.

My eyes lit up.

"Huh?" Chuuya looked up at the door, "I'll get it."

I watched him get out of his chair and walk towards the door.

Before Chuuya could even open it, the door slammed open.

Motojiro had kicked the door with his hands on his hips, "HAHAHAHAHA! Hi, Nakahara! Hi, Nakahara's girlfriend!"

Chuuya had quickly jumped away from the door, "M-motojiro?! The hell do you want?!"

"Oh, the other Mafia members are hanging out at the new bar they just built in the building." He pointed his thumb in the direction behind him, "Since your always such a hermit at work, they wanted me to drag you over there."

"No thanks. I'm working."

"I'll go!" I exclaimed.

"I knew I liked Nakahara's girlfriend more than Nakahara for a reason! Alright, let's go!"

Chuuya looked at me, then back at Motojiro, "No, she's staying in here."

"What?!" Motojiro and I groaned.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Cause I said so." Chuuya looked at me.

"....Motojiro, grab him from under his armpits."