Soukoku Oneshots.

sneak peak

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"Chuuya san! I'm your biggest fan!"
The chant echoed through the grand Tokyo display, Japan's vibrant fashion scene. Here, amidst the glitz and glamour, stood Chuuya Nakahara, the model of elegance and grace, Japan's unrivaled number one model.

With hair like molten gold and eyes as blue as the ocean, Chuuya personified perfection itself, a living canvas of beauty that captivated hearts around the world. As the adoration of the crowd enveloped him.

Chuuya's presence illuminated the runway, a shining beacon of Japanese excellence in the global fashion arena.

Amidst the flurry of fashion shows, Chuuya Nakahara, scion of a wealthy and prestigious family, graced the runway with an air of effortless sophistication. Born into privilege, Chuuya wielded his family's vast network of connections like a well-honed tool, using any connections to his advantage.

His brother, Paul Verlaine, is an important figure in Japan. While Chuuya dazzled under the spotlight, Paul moved in the shadows, his influence extending deep into the political veins of Japan. Feared and respected in equal measure.

Verlaine remained fiercely protective of his brother, Chuuya Nakahara, and the entire family shared this sentiment. In their world, where power and influence walked hand in hand with danger.

Security was truly fascinating.
planned with security measures in place to safeguard against potential threats. The family understood all too well the risks associated with their high-profile status.

With Chuuya reigning as Japan's top model, the spotlight shone brighter, attracting both adoration and envy, but also potential danger.

While Chuuya did everything he could on the runway, behind the scenes, his family's security detail worked tirelessly to ensure his safety. T
hey were acutely aware of the dangers posed by the presence of strangers, especially in environments as public and high-profile as fashion shows. Every entry point was scrutinized, every guest vetted, and every precaution taken to minimize the risk of any harm.

Despite the insane security measures put in place by them, Chuuya longed for a moment of privacy, a break from the constant scrutiny that
accompanied his every move.

The Akutagawa's, renowned for their thoroughness and vigilance, were tasked with inspecting Chuuya's belongings meticulously, ensuring no unauthorized individuals could gain access to his personal space.

However, on this occasion, Chuuya made a decision that surprised even himself. Against his better judgment, he chose to forgo the customary inspection of his bags. he wanted to keep his things private.

It may have seemed reckless, even foolish, to disregard the established security protocols, but for Chuuya, it was a nice break.

I mean.

What else could happen?

The answer is a lot.

After a whirlwind of fashion shows, interviews, and photo shoots, Chuuya retreated to the luxurious confines of his hotel spa.

As he submerged himself in the warm, crystalline waters, a wave of bliss washed over him, melting away the tension that had piled up throughout the day.

Surrounded by the delicate fragrance of exotic flowers that floated serenely on the surface of the water, Chuuya closed his eyes and savored the moment of peace. With each gentle caress of the petals against his skin, he felt relaxed.

Chuuya's break was abruptly shattered by a faint sound echoing from his hotel room. His senses instantly sharpened. With a furrowed brow, he strained to guess the source of the noise.

He didn’t remember calling anybody.
Quickly drying off, he wrapped himself in a plush robe and made his way back to his room, his heart pounding. each step, the sound grew louder.

Once he was in the room, he saw what caused the commotion.
He nearly screamed.

Chuuya froze as his suitcase moved, his mind racing with disbelief. Had he forgotten to let the guards check it? No, he didn’t let them.

He wants to punch himself.

Chuuya retreated to his drawer, where he kept his security phone and gun.

Chuuya lunged for the gun, his muscles tensed from years of judo training. But before he could grasp it, the suitcase unexpectedly ripped open, revealing a person concealed within it. Startled, Chuuya stumbled backward.

The person was sniffing his favorite shirt.

"Chuuya-san!" The person exclaimed, that sent a shiver down Chuuya's spine. Instinctively, he gripped the gun tightly.

"Step away from me!" Chuuya commanded, as he aimed the gun at the person. Despite the shock evident on the fan's face, they didn't heed his warning, their obsession overriding any sense of caution.