𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 | mafia! d. osamu x reader

⨾ ꪆ 🥃〻 ᴾᴿᴼᴸᴼᴳᵁᴱ

Do you believe in beauty?

Many people thinks beauty is something that is only formed and visualized in a painting,

there are also some certain people whose interpret it as a natural scene that occurs because of a chemical reaction as well as physics.

But if you are looking for a definition of beauty, let me show you what it means. At least for me and some peoples:

beauty is a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.

It all depends from the opinions of others with their views on the word that is very strong and has its own charms, which makes many people feels like chasing it 'till they reached until they go to the end of the world even to unite with what they see as the most beautiful beauty.

But there is one young man,

Who founds that beauty in the darkness of the narrow alley of the city where the nesting ability users with well-known organizations such as the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia being sheltered in it while protecting it, Yokohama.

Before that unique events, he had never asked to find that beauty. It was just a momentary feelings that would disappear after time had eaten, he thought at one times.

No longer after he had passed the evening strolling beneath the fullest deepening sinkening a sea of ​​light from a dim full moon and "accidentally" meeting the owner of a bead (e / c) who glittered like a rare glow from the eternal rays of the aurora who was ready to decorate the empty north pole, illuminating the vacant place inside the young man's withered heart.

"True beauty ... does it come from you, (y / n)?" asked the disheveled brown-haired young man while drinking a glass of coffee that the girl just brewed in front of him a few last three minutes ago.

"Hundreds of times. Even thousands of times. The answer will be the same and always the same. Of course not. That's such a silly question you have there, Sir." said the girl with a mocking tone, but it was clear that sadness resided enveloped those miraculous eyes.

Still wiping the dust that's covering the surface of her music box with her handkerchief, putting on her usual flat gaze.

[ a/n ] ; this story was officially

published today demo
commemorating the birthday
of everyone's beloved husband ! !

the plot of this books belongs
to me and shin. thousands of thank you to you, shin. for helping me out ùwú ><

btw this is my first bsd fics so i hope you guys understand that there'll be a lot of mistakes and many clichès in the future </3

see ya in the next chapter ♡ !