oneshots // bsd

chuuya

you hummed softly to yourself as you continued painting your canvas. you were drawing chuuya, carefully painting his eyes a sapphire-purple, taking care to make sure they're as magnificent as they were in person.

"you're still up?" chuuya called suddenly, closing the front door behind him as he kicked off his shoes. you hummed as he pecked your cheek, looking at the painting. you glanced at his ruffled uniform and tired features. "work ran overtime. sorry i'm late."

"it's fine," you murmured, stretching your arms above your head. "roughy day?"

he nodded, burying your head in the crook of your neck, looking at your painting. "watercolour?"

you nodded. "the soft colours suit you." you dabbed the paint onto the jacket, watching the black filter out with water.

"you think so?" he asked, his lips brushing against your pulse. "you think i'm soft?"

you turned around, chuckling softly. "the softest, darling," you mumbled, stained fingers running through his vermillion hair as your lips brushed against his. he smiled gently, leaning into the chaste kiss. "i love you."

"i love you." he kissed your temple, standing up. "anyway, i'm going to bed, care to join me?"

"no, i wanna finish this before going to bed." you looked at him as he took off his white shirt, red specks on the expensive material.

"you never talk about your job, chuuya."

he stopped. "i didn't think you'd want to hear about statistics and stuff. goodnight." he kissed you again, tying his hair up in a ponytail.

you finished the painting in a day and you marvelled at it. you hummed softly, wiping away the dust on the top of the canvas. you were waiting impatiently for chuuya to come home, so you could show him it.

the door suddenly opened and you turned to look, only to see strange men you didn't recognise. "um?"

"tie her." you spluttered in shock, freezing up as one of them grabbed you and pushed you into a chair, tying you up. you were shaking, breaking out in a cold sweat as they paced, guns in hand.

"so, what are you? sugar baby? stripper?" you were offended at the assumptions, but too scared to say anything, the cold metal of the gun barrel against your temple.

"i'm home—" he stopped when he saw you tied up and as white as a sheet. he dropped his keys on the trinket tray and he stalked towards the men, a dark glint in his eyes that you've never seen before, only to stop immediately when you felt the gun dig further into your temple.

"chuuya," you whimpered out, your voice shaking. you didn't quite see what happened next, but the gun fired incredibly close to your head, knocking out the gunman by you. there were loud crashes, splatters of red that you could see in your peripheral and it forced you to close your eyes.

"[name], darling, are you okay?" chuuya asked softly, and you opened your eyes. he was caked in blood and his red hair was tussled. you looked around, blood over the floor and walls. he was unfazed by the gore and that concerned you. "[name]?"

"what do you do for a living?" he untied you silently and you wobbled to your feet. you looked at your painting, aware of chuuya watching you carefully. blood covered it.

"[name]—"

"answer me!" you glared at him, tears smudging your vision.

"i think you know by now, don't you?" he approached you, arms open as he tried to pull you into a hug but you pushed away.

"that's why you wouldn't tell me anything about your work." you scoffed before packing a bag of essentials.

"[name], wait," he called, "we can talk about it."

"chuuya, you murder people!" you screamed, wiping away your tears before grabbing your bag and heading towards the door.

"[name], don't. please."

"no!" you shrieked. "i had a gun to my head! a gun!" you opened the door, looking back at him. almost immediately you felt sympathetic, noticing the despair on his express. "you can keep the the painting," you said before slamming the door shut.