Bloodstained Waltz

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 10

A/N: For those who didn't read the author note i will be skipping this chapter to the next day, the night after when Y/N and Chuuya went out for a mission earlier. 


Chuuya sits in his luxurious apartment, a glass of wine in his hand, deep in thought. He thinks about the mission you and him had earlier, and how impressive you were in the fight. He groans and places his head in his hand. "Why can't I stop thinking about Y/N...?" He thinks to himself as he downs the rest of his wine. After that fateful day you were all on Chuuya's mind and he could never stop focusing or thinking about you. The image of you replayed over and over in his head, like a drug he was addicted to.

After a brief, sudden minute of silence, the sound of knocking on his apartment door interrupts the scene. 

"What the fuck do they want now?" Chuuya grumbles as he sets down his glass and stands up, walking over to the door. He swings it open, revealing you standing there. His scowl softens slightly when he sees you, and he takes a moment to appreciate your presence before speaking.

"What brings you here so late? We ain't got another damn meeting until Sunday, and if you're here to ask me to bail your ass outta trouble again, you can turn right around." He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to maintain his usual tough exterior. Inside, however, his heart races. He hopes you're here because you wanted to see him, but he won't admit it.

"It's not about that... Mori has a new job for us early tomorrow and he said we should review the plan," you say with you arms crossed over your chest.

Chuuya's expression turns serious at the mention of a new job from the boss. He steps aside to let you in, gesturing towards the living room. "Alright, come in. Let's take a look at this damned plan." He walks over to his desk and pulls out the file containing the mission details. As he reads through it, he can't help but steal glances at you, admiring how you look even when discussing work matters. 

He clears his throat, focusing back on the task at hand. "So, what exactly do we have here?" He walks towards you, holding the file open. As he gets closer, he leans forward slightly, allowing his scent to mix with yours. He wants to be near you, to feel your presence, even if it's just for work. Chuuya clears his throat again, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest. "Looks like we'll be working together again. Hope you're ready to handle my awesomeness." He says it with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

You chuckle to yourself enjoying seeing his aloof and laid-back self without the facade he keeps up around other people. "Sure... anyway, apparently this small group has smuggled a few decent things like weapons and other shipment. The Boss caught onto their plan and wants us to ruin it by taking out the organization and their members."

Chuuya nods, listening intently to your words. He can't deny that working closely with you always gets his heart racing, but he tries to keep his cool. He leans against the wall, arms still crossed, and studies the map laid out on the coffee table.

"Weapons, eh? Sounds like a shitty little operation trying to make a name for themselves. They won't stand a chance against us." He says confidently, looking up at you. His eyes trace over your features before quickly darting back down to the map. "So, how do you propose we take 'em down? I'm all ears."

He takes a moment to listen to your plan, nodding along as you speak. Despite his usual arrogance, Chuuya values your input and trusts your judgment. When you finish, he pushes off the wall and walks closer, his voice low.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." He reaches out, placing a finger on the map to emphasize a point. "But, I think we should do this instead..." He proceeds to explain his own strategy, making sure to keep the conversation professional despite his growing desire to reach out and touch you.

You think about Chuuya's plan for a brief minute laying out the pro's and con's of it. "That could also work out," you say thinking to yourself out loud. "Sure, let's do it."