Mine | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

03 | 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞

❃•❃ ——— ••• 𑁍 ••• ——— ❃•❃
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❃•❃ ——— ••• 𑁍 ••• ——— ❃•❃

  -ˏˋ⋆ 6 ¼ ʏ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s  ᴀ ɢ ᴏ ⋆ˊˎ-

It has been almost a year since the Nakahara siblings joined the Mafia. Many things had happened within that time; some chaotic, some adventurous, while others required your lives to be put on the line.

Within those 9 months of them being a part of the Port Mafia, a certain brown haired boy had taken quite a liking to the older sibling.

The many missions you were tasked with as a duo did fuel his interest in you while he worked with you. There was nothing he didn't like about you; except from the fact you'd always side with your brother. Though it was understandable to him, it made him want to tease her even more.

Her reactions to his teasing seemed absolutely adorable in the brunette's eyes. The way her brows slightly furrow and the small pout that formed against her lips while she glared at him sent tingles all throughout his body.

The way she came to him every time she'd have an argument with her brother made him feel somewhat special. In his eyes, he was the only one who could understand her in such situations. And he loved every moment of it.

On the other hand, the only emotion that grew towards the younger sibling was dislike. A vehemently strong dislike. This was mainly due to both boys clashing multiple times. Non-stop. Ninety percent of the time about the one same topic; Chuuya's sister. Nakahara Y/n.

While the taller male wished to get closer to her, the shorter one made it his goal to keep his annoying partner away from his treasure. So they clashed over and over again on a daily. If they were not arguing about Y/n, it would be about the most pettiest thing one could ever dispute over.

Any decision they weren't in agreement with would end in a long, tiresome battle of insults and bickering. This had cost them a few missions which their boss, Mori, was not too glad about. Though Y/n would always leave unscathed from his wrath.

Currently the older orange haired teen absentmindedly trotted through the long corridors of the Mafia headquarters, occasionally turning corners here and there.

Lost in thought, Y/n did not notice the person walking towards her direction and bumped into him.

"Ah...sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.", she bowed quickly.

Once she looked back up, her breath got stuck in her throat. Time seemed to stop as Y/n gawked up at the figure in amazement.

Stood in front of her was what she thought to be one of the most handsome men known to walk the earth. Or at least to walk in her line of sight. He had pearl white hair that reflected every ounce of winter with matching long lashes framing a pair of the most beautiful eyes one could meet. His tall statue towered over Y/n as he stared down at her.

"It's alright. I wasn't looking where I was going either.", he gestured to the phone he held in his hand and flashed the girl a gentle smile.

It was like the whole corridor lit up upon his radiant smile.

As breathtaking as he was, Y/n grew wary upon realising that she's never seen him around the headquarters before. Just when she was about to question him, the mystery man's phone began to ring.