Chuuya x Reader

A Chance Encounter

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Part 1: A Chance Encounter

The streets of Yokohama buzzed with life as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling city. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, a mix of street vendors calling out to passersby and the distant notes of music drifting from a nearby café. You navigated the throngs of people, clutching a small bag filled with groceries, your mind wandering through the mundane details of your day.

Work had been particularly exhausting; an endless cycle of meetings, paperwork, and the occasional emergency that required your immediate attention. All you wanted now was to return home, cook something simple, and maybe indulge in a good book before bed. As you turned a corner, your thoughts consumed by what to make for dinner, you didn’t notice the figure standing just ahead of you.

**BAM!**

The impact sent you stumbling backward, your bag slipping from your grasp. Groceries scattered across the sidewalk, rolling away in various directions. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. There, looking slightly annoyed and surprisingly charming even in the midst of your embarrassment, stood Chuuya Nakahara.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” he snapped, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. His striking red hair seemed to catch the fading light, and his blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, hurriedly trying to gather your scattered items. “I didn’t mean to run into you. I was just…lost in thought.”

“Clearly,” he replied, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at your flustered state. Despite his irritation, there was something about his demeanor that made you want to smile. “You should be more careful. This part of town isn’t exactly safe, you know.”

“Yeah, I’ve lived here long enough to know how to handle myself,” you replied, trying to maintain your composure. You didn’t want to seem like a total klutz in front of him, especially since you had heard so much about Chuuya and his reputation.

“Right,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he helped you retrieve a wayward apple. “Tough girl, huh? Well, I suppose that’s better than being a total coward.”

You chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I prefer to think of it as being cautious. I just got a bit distracted.”

“Distracted by what? Your phone? Or just the great mystery of where to buy groceries?” he teased, but there was a glimmer of something more in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps.

“Actually, it was more about dinner plans,” you admitted, feeling an unexpected warmth creeping up your cheeks. “I had a long day, and I was thinking about what to cook.”

Chuuya’s expression softened slightly, and for a moment, you could see past the rough exterior he often presented. “Cooking, huh? What’s on the menu?”

“Probably something simple. Maybe pasta? It’s quick and easy,” you replied, shrugging slightly.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Pasta? You’re not living your best life if that’s your go-to. You should try something more exciting.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bluntness. “Okay, Mr. Food Critic. What do you suggest?”

“Something with a bit of flair,” he replied, crossing his arms again, a playful grin on his face. “How about a stir-fry? Quick, flavorful, and it’s hard to mess up.”

“Now you’re just making me hungry,” you said, a smile breaking through your earlier embarrassment. “Maybe you should come over and help me cook.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your bold suggestion. “Are you inviting me to your place?” he asked, feigning surprise.

“Why not? You’ve already helped me pick up my groceries. Seems only fair,” you replied, trying to keep the mood light.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I might just end up making your kitchen a mess.”

“Let me worry about that,” you said, brushing off his concerns. “Besides, I think I could use a little chaos in my life right now.”

“Alright, but if your kitchen ends up looking like a disaster zone, you’ll owe me a dinner out,” he warned, his tone light but serious enough to make you think he wasn’t entirely joking.

You nodded, excitement bubbling up inside you. “Deal! Just let me grab my stuff.”

As you finished collecting your groceries, Chuuya lingered nearby, a thoughtful expression on his face. You couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were swirling in that head of his. Was he always this unpredictable, or was it just because he had met you?

Once you had everything gathered, you walked side by side with him toward your apartment, the chatter of the city fading into a comfortable silence between you.

“So, Chuuya,” you began, trying to spark a conversation. “What do you do when you’re not running into unsuspecting civilians like me?”

He shot you a sidelong glance, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, you know, just the usual—fighting, dealing with the mafia, the regular stuff.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his casual mention of the mafia. You had heard rumors and stories about Chuuya’s affiliation, but hearing him say it so nonchalantly made it feel all the more real. “Mafia, huh? That sounds…dangerous.”

He shrugged, a hint of pride in his posture. “It has its moments. But it’s not all that exciting. Just a lot of paperwork and dealing with idiots.”

You laughed, trying to imagine the fierce Chuuya in a stuffy office filled with paperwork. “I can’t picture you doing paperwork. You seem too…active for that.”

“Yeah, I’d rather be out there dealing with things,” he said, glancing away as you reached your apartment building. “Besides, the paperwork isn’t the worst part. It’s the people you have to deal with.”

As you entered your apartment, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Inviting Chuuya into your home felt like a leap of faith, one you weren’t entirely sure about. But as he stepped inside and took in your cozy living space, you felt a sense of warmth wash over you.

“This is nice,” he said, his voice softer as he looked around. “A bit…quaint.”

“Quaint?” you echoed, crossing your arms playfully. “Is that code for ‘too small’?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it’s just…different from what I’m used to. I usually don’t hang out in places like this.”

“Well, I hope you like it. It’s where I spend most of my time,” you replied, walking into the kitchen. “Want to help me with the stir-fry?”

“Sure, let’s see what kind of culinary skills you’ve got,” he said, leaning against the counter with a challenging glint in his eye.

You grinned as you pulled out the ingredients, feeling a sense of ease settle over you. This was the beginning of something new, a chance to know Chuuya beyond the fierce exterior he often presented. As you cooked together, the playful banter continued, filling the kitchen with laughter and an undeniable chemistry.

Little did you know, this encounter was just the beginning of a whirlwind journey, one that would lead you deeper into Chuuya’s world and challenge everything you thought you knew about love, danger, and the bonds that held people together.

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Okay so new book, I'm thinking for the next book that's coming soon, to make a sskk fanfic- any ideas or requests?~🫠