𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 || 𝕯𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Let me Take Care of you

Working at Tokyo's Metropolitan Detective Division could be a real pain in the ass. The environment there was just not as professional is you thought it would have seemed, and working as an interrogator was only slightly thrilling; you were still restricted to the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force along with Haru, and the jobs that you were forced to handle were nothing above the ordinary; just the same old drug busts and whatnot.

Of course, having your multi-millionaire boyfriend, Daisuke, at your side took off the edge a little bit, but you can't help but be annoyed at how little things were going on in your life. You needed some form of thrill, which is why you went through the hell of studying forensic science and detective work, yet here you were sitting in a plain office with only a few people in your division, filing out paperwork.

However, what was really irking you today was seeing all the girls and guys that flocked around Daisuke everywhere he went, whether it was on missions or even in the office. He didn't seem to mind, accepting the snacks some of them would give him and allowing them to engage with him in any kind of stupid conversation, even if they were so obviously flirting with him! Though you knew how stupidly oblivious this man could get, you still got so damn jealous that those people were trying to get to him shamelessly even when they were openly aware of the relationship you and him shared.

Your resolve finally snapped when you had just finished a field job with Haru and Daisuke, seeing the client talk with Daisuke on the side with a shameless blush dusting her face as she handed him a small gift bag, as well as a slip of paper that you were certain had her phone number on it. Your hands were balled into fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of your palm as you restrained yourself from giving the girl a punch to the face after seeing your boyfriend take both the gift and paper without even blinking.

"Haru, I'm going home. Tell Daisuke that I took the cab once he's finished messing around with that stupid client," you snapped at the taupe-haired man beside you while shoving your fists into your coat and briskly walking towards the street.

"H-hey! (Name)! Are you alright?" Haru attempted to call after you, but you blocked out his voice as you hailed down a cab, refusing to think back to the exasperating scene in front of you.

Daisuke turned around as the woman left, eyes meeting with Haru's and widening with surprise as he took note of what just happened.

"Why'd they leave?" He asked his companion, genuine confusion arising in his deep voice.

Haru groaned. "You're so damn dense. That girl was flirting with you right in front of your significant other, you idiot!"

"Was she? I didn't know... She just gave me a gift bag," Daisuke muttered, his eyebrows furrowing as he processed the situation. Was that considered flirting?

"Of course she was! Are you stupid?! She gave you her damn phone number too! Did you see the blush on her face at all?? She was obviously trying to get with you!" Haru yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose in utter exasperation.

Daisuke looked down at the slip of paper in his hands. "But I thought she was just trying to give us a form of contact in case anything else--"

"Oh for fuck's sake... You're the densest man in this universe. You're denser than a fucking brick. Just go home and talk to them already!"

He sighed, walking towards Haru and shoving both the gift bag and the slip of paper into his hands before walking towards his car to head home to you.

~

You were in the kitchen, making yourself some hot chocolate to distract yourself from the stinging pain in your heart as you thought back to what happened today. It wasn't his fault, he was too stupid to realize when anyone was trying to flirt with him. It was a surprise that he was the same someone who's had one night stands with anyone before meeting you.