𑄽𑄺 ━━━ an undercover agent is assigned to track down and capture a faceless mafia leader in tokyo known as spade, real identity, toji fushiguro - whose disguised himself as a famous underground racer. and, eventually, gains the agents attraction...
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𑄽𑄺 ━━ mentions of childhood abuse.
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strawberry bingsu and fried chicken. a weird combo, but you accepted it nonetheless. a few minutes after his call, a black suv pulled up, toji motioning that his driver could stay in his seat while he opened the door for you to get inside. even after telling him you would come along, you were still hesitant to enter. what if he knocked you out and drove you to a rusty warehouse where he'd torture and murder you for lying to him?
too much of an over-thinker. you ignore your thoughts and step inside while he got comfortable on the other.
toji looks over at you, his chin resting in his hand, the other coming up to gently graze your hair. you stare at him with curiosity, toji then tucking a few strands behind your ear and leaning closer, your heart rate rising. his eyes are lingered on the earpiece you wore.
"you still wear your hearing aid," he says, his thumb skimming your cheekbone. his touch was so warm it made your body tingle.
that's right, he did know you were deaf in your right ear. since the agency knew this, they had a hearing aid crafted specially for you that was also a device where you could speak to them. that reminded you, agent uzui probably fell asleep by now. if you were in danger and the earpiece was destroyed or taken out without proper disarm, it would notify the office and he'd jump out his seat with panic, probably sending twenty swat cars. he was dramatic like that.
"yup, for the rest of my life," you nod.
he hums. "it was an accident, right?"
"yeah, the yellow bus."
"oh, yeah. i went to the hospital that day. i was terrified, at one point thinking you were dead. everyone in class talked about how you were hit by a school bus. i was glad my mother let me see you."
"huh, I never knew that," you frowned. "my parents never told me."
"our parents also didn't like each other," toji reminded you. you kiss your teeth. "my mother let me go around a time where your parents had to work and you were out on medication. it was convenient since she worked there. easy access."
