𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 || 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊

6 - Coffee

Omg chuuya pov chapter?

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1st person (Chuuya)
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Walking down the hallway, I finally made it to my office. The door’s silver plate looked just the same, with ‘EXECUTIVE Nakahara’ printed onto the face of it. I inserted the key to the office into the door before rotating it. I turned the knob and opened the door. I walked in with my stuff, exhausted. I had barely gotten two hours of sleep, due to paperwork I had to complete in my office the night before. I went to bed at around two o’ clock. I put my few things down on my desk in the positions that I always did. I sat down in my chair and sighed, taking off my hat and running my fingers through my hair, tugging it hard for a second out of unreasonable anger and frustration. I then turned on my computer monitor, preparing to start another workday that’ll be just like all the others. 

After a minute or two, I reached for my cup of coffee, eager for caffeine, as I was about to fall asleep. But I felt nothing. I moved my eyes to look at the spot where I always placed the bitter drink. I started to look all around my desk to see where I could’ve possibly misplaced it. Then, I realized that I hadn’t even been to the kitchen. I huffed in frustration, trying to control my anger and not take it out on the objects around me, which was a habit I had. After sitting for a minute, I was just about to get up to go get the caffeinated drink, when there was a knock on my door. I looked at my schedule. ‘I don’t have any meetings scheduled for 6:30,’ I thought. “Come in,” I said as I put my hat back on, wondering who could be behind the door and for what reason. 

The doorknob turned, and the door began to open, but then it stopped. Only a head peaked out from behind it, which happened to be Y/N's. “Good morning!” she said to me with a kind smile. I never understood how she was so nice to me after I had held a gun to her head... twice. 

“Morning,” I responded bitterly. Despite my acerbity, her smile didn’t fade. Y/N and I weren’t friends, as I don’t really consider anyone my friend, but we weren’t enemies. I mean, we’d fight sometimes, mostly about stupid things, but we’d still do favors for each other. Y/N wasn’t a member of the Mafia, but if she were to become one, I’d have to share my office with her, for there were no more offices in the base. I didn’t have much of a problem with the idea when Mori brought it up to me, despite my preference for being alone. I told Y/N that I would let it happen, if she didn’t disturb me. 

She then walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked to my desk, keeping the smile on her face. There was something about her. For some reason, she was always one of the nicest people around in the Mafia base, but if you ever got on her bad side, there wasn’t any going back. She may talk to you again, eventually, but there’d always be tension. Most of the time, she forgave, but she’d never forget. 

She sat down in the chair in front of my desk. She then started playing with her hair. I tried to focus on my work, but for some reason, my eyes kept moving to her. “What are you doing?” I ask her with slightly furrowed brows. 

She moved just her eyes to me, then she looked up to the ceiling, like she was thinking. She looked back at me and spoke. “You know, I had something to ask you, but I forgot what it was.” I rolled my eyes at her response with a snicker and a slight smirk. 

I continued to read the paper on my desk. I had almost finished the fourth section when Y/N spoke again. “I know that you’re probably going to say no,” she started, and I moved my eyes to look at her before raising my eyebrows. “But can I have some of your coffee?” she asked. I laughed on the inside, knowing I didn’t have any.