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synopsis.: chuuya loves you and you clearly love him, so why don’t you just admit it already?
pairing.: chuuya nakahara x fem!reader
cw.: nsfw, no established relationship, soft dom chuuya, oral sex (chuuya ⇢ receiving), face fucking, vulgar language, some light angst, angry love confession, reader is slightly unreasonable, push and pull kind of relationship
wc.: 3.3k
۶ৎ note.: not a request but just something i had on my mind for ages. anyway, hope you guys enjoy!!
chuuya’s turned away from you on the bed, his breathing steady. almost too steady considering you two have just had sex an hour ago. you’re staring holes into his back, tracing the folds of his black shirt with your eyes.
the urge to run your fingers through his hair just once is so unbelievably strong that you can feel your fingers twitch as you have to stop them from reaching out.
a soft, unheard sigh leaves your lips as you slowly get up and pull the covers away from your body.
a mild breeze from an open window graces your warm skin, making you curl slightly inward. you’re tired and slightly sore, covered in violet yet heavenly bruises.
if you could, you would just lie back down and fall asleep beside chuuya, your body pressed up against his as his comforting scent and warmth surround you. you’d be drowning in him and only him.
it’s not like you can’t do that. you’re sure chuuya wouldn’t mind. in fact, he’s still awake, lying motionless on his side and hoping that you just turn back around and wrap your arms around him.
but you don’t want to. and right now he’s cursing you in his head for making his mattress lighter once again.
as soon as your feet hit the ground and you bend down to pick up your shirt that got messily discarded earlier, chuuya suddenly sits up. he’s watching you get dressed with a profound heaviness in his gaze.
“you’re leaving?” he asks, his voice indifferent but you can hear the faint undertone of frustration in it.
you look over your shoulder, sparing him one small glance before looking away again. “yeah, i want to sleep in my own bed,” you say, the brief moment of hesitation exposing your lie to chuuya easily.
he just scoffs as he brings his feet over the edge of the bed and opens the drawer of his nightstand. his hand reaches inside and rummages for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
he lights it inside the bedroom before walking toward the balcony, purposefully bumping into your shoulder to shove you out of his way.
you stumble backward a little, frowning at him before tugging at his shirt to get him to stop. he drops the cigarette by accident, seeming even more annoyed now.
“what the fuck was that for?! why are you in such a pissy mood all of a sudden?” you say somewhat louder, sounding just as annoyed.
“i’m not–” chuuya grumbles before cutting himself off and looking at you with a hint of disgust.
truthfully, he feels used. he isn’t exactly the type to openly get attached to someone, so he’s struggling to articulate that he doesn’t want you to leave at all.
you keep crawling back to him whenever you need a quick distraction, both of you getting your minds hazy and pressing your lips against each other’s.
somehow, despite how often chuuya tries to stay strong, you two always end up in his bed. naked. letting loose of both of your built-up frustration.
he shouldn’t care so much, and it shouldn’t bother him so much that you always end up leaving afterward. but he can’t simply shake off the feelings he has for you.
he doesn’t know how they developed, why they developed, and why they’re so intense. but it’s making him mad that you apparently don’t feel the same way, even after all the times he has comforted you with his body, soothed your nerves with his lips, and offered you solace in his space.
it’s frustrating, especially since you keep pretending nothing has ever happened between you two whenever you both are on a mission, or walking past each other in the hollow halls of the port mafia—halls that don’t feel as empty as long as you’re walking them with him.
he hates your clear apathy toward the conflicting yet obvious feelings swirling between the both of you. it’s hurtful in a sense and reopening scars he long pretends aren’t littering his soul.
“just fuck off and get out. make it quick.” chuuya dismisses his own and your feelings as he turns around and walks out to the balcony.
he leans against the railing and lets his head fall low before lighting up a new cigarette. he takes a long drag, closing his eyes before exhaling the smoke.
chuuya watches the smoke twirl around itself before it disappears into thin air. you watch him from afar with a bitter taste on your tongue, clutching the pendant of the necklace around your neck.
the frown on your face deepens as conflict surrounds you. you should probably leave. leave and give him some time to cool off. after all, it’s chuuya. he’ll be fine. he’s strong, isn’t he? surely everything will be the same again in a few days.
but what if it won’t? what if he doesn’t want to see you again if you decide to leave now? why are these thoughts suddenly plaguing your mind? you never cared about such trivialities before—not truly anyway.
yet the thought that you could lose him makes your heart ache and your chest feel strangely tight.
eventually, you make your way over to him and reluctantly wrap your arms around him. you rest your chin on top of his shoulder, exhaling with a hint of shakiness.
“whatever it is that i did, chuuya, let me make it up to you. please,” you whisper softly, your lips grazing the outer shell of his ear as they trail lower.
chuuya’s muscles tense as soon as his mind registers your warm breath against his skin. the cherry of the cigarette he’s holding is torturously slowly creeping closer to his fingers, but for some reason he doesn’t move.
it’s not like he can’t. he just wants to prolong your affection for a bit longer while he’s deep in thought, afraid you’ll stop if he moves. he’s so selfish.
“i told you to get out,” chuuya grumbles as he steps away from you, throwing the cigarette away and off the balcony.
you stare at him in slight disbelief, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and out of place. your cheeks heat up just a little from the failed attempt at comforting him and you cross your arms over your chest protectively.
“i’m not going until you tell me what your fucking problem is! is it the sex? was it not to your liking, mr. fancy? because if you want someone or something more exquisite then you should just tell me instead of throwing me out like some damn hooker,” you say, sounding frustrated and hurt in your pride.
“oh, but isn’t that just what ya are—a mere hook-up? i don’t seem to exist to you outside of this bedroom, and you leave every god damn time after getting what you want. so if you can treat me like i’m just yer fuck buddy, why can’t i?” chuuya answers surprisingly calmly, watching you with a sharp gaze.
you remain silent despite immediately wanting to yell at him for the audacity he has, but then again, he’s right.
you have been treating him like a simple hook-up. you have been ignoring and avoiding him in the port mafia on purpose. but he doesn’t know that you did all of that for good reason. besides, you two aren’t even together, so why the hell does it bother him so much?
“is that seriously why you’re mad at me? because i haven’t been cuddling with you after we fucked? jesus christ, chuuya, you’re acting like a child right now. we’re not even a couple,” you continue to argue.
truthfully, you just don’t want to admit your feelings for him. you two wouldn’t work out anyway, especially not with such a dangerous occupation you both share.
chuuya scoffs once more at your words, slowly starting to feel his blood boil. somehow that comment gets under his skin. he takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger.
“you don’t get it, do you?” chuuya says, taking a step closer to you again. you stand your ground, not intimidated by him in the slightest.
“what don’t i get, chuuya? please, enlighten me,” you say with a hint of mock curiosity, clearly irritated by him as you roll your eyes and not really interested in what he has to say.
“for fuck’s sake, i’m in love with you! can’t you see that?” chuuya raises his voice, relief washing over him almost instantly now that his feelings are finally out in the open. he’s been keeping them to himself for too long.
your expression softens ever so slightly and you stare at him with shock reflecting off your eyes. he loves you? how could he ever love someone like you? someone who’s been using him for nothing more than their own sordid pleasure?
he could be joking. however, that thought is quickly dismissed. chuuya isn’t the type to mess with someone’s feelings. not after what he’s been put through.
that uncomfortable feeling inside of you grows steadily stronger within seconds, spreading to every nerve in your body. you feel sick to your stomach—not because of his love for you, of course, but because of how ignorant you’ve been.
a heavy sense of guilt lays itself on you, preventing you from thinking clearly—preventing you from returning his love even though your heart yearns just as much for him as his does for you. he deserves someone else, someone more worthy.
chuuya notices how tense you’ve suddenly gotten, how much invisible pain you seem to be in. is that his fault? he never wanted to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable because of his love for you.
but he just cannot imagine that you truly don’t feel anything for him. that’s simply not possible. not after all these nights you spend together.
tentatively, he reaches out and grabs your chin, gently tilting your head up. “come on, say something,” chuuya mumbles, his thumb tracing absentmindedly over your lips.
despite wanting to lean into his touch, you grab his wrist and guide his hand away from your face instead. “we can’t be together, chuuya,” you mutter, instinctively avoiding his gaze.
chuuya’s expression hardens at that and he furrows his brows in confusion. “what do you mean we can’t be together? what the hell’s stopping you?” he says, his voice taking on a more desperate tone. “seriously, what are you so afraid of?”
“i’m not afraid of anything!” you exclaim somewhat louder, wanting to let go of his wrist but you only end up holding on tighter.
honestly, you’re not sure what exactly is holding you back. no, scratch that. you are sure of what’s holding you back.
you’re scared. scared you’re not worthy of him or his love. scared that being together will ruin whatever it is you two share between each other. it’s better to keep things light, casual, free from any sort of expectations or responsibilities.
even if that means you two will just continue to orbit next to each other, occasionally clashing and indulging in a glimpse of this all-consuming passion you feel in both of your hearts—if only to dull the aching yearning for a moment.
“i don’t… feel the same way you do,” you speak after a long moment of just staring at him in silence, finally letting go of his wrist.
chuuya can see how hard these words fall from your lips, just barely. he isn’t convinced, and the fact you held on to him for so long, as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go, isn’t helping your case either.
“i don’t believe you,” he says, but doesn’t press further. instead, he lights up a new cigarette and averts his gaze from you, allowing you a moment to yourself.
you clutch the pendant of your necklace again, clenching your jaw to keep yourself from ruining the lie he doesn’t believe anyway.
chuuya lets out a heavy sigh before turning to look at you once more. eventually, he steps closer, pulling you in by your waist. your hands move to rest on his chest, keeping him at a small distance.
“i could just fuck the truth out of you, you know,” he whispers directly into your ear, making your cheeks flush. “fortunately for you, i’m a gentleman at heart. if you can’t admit that you love me—fine. but don’t pretend i don’t exist whenever i’m tryna talk to ya.”
your eyes widen ever so slightly and you can feel your throat tightening. your mind wants to protest, wants to feed him more lies. but every fiber of your body is clearly trying to resist from messing things up even more.
it doesn’t understand why you would intentionally try to destroy the only connection to a person who’s ever made you feel like you belong. it’s fucked up. you know that, too. you just can’t help it.
“i’m not perfect. i know that. and if you need more time sorting out your stuff, i get that. i ain’t tryna pressure you. just… acknowledge me and let me love you. even if you don’t feel the same way,” chuuya says, planting a tender kiss right against the pulse point on your neck.
he can feel the way your heart is racing and it’s making him smirk because he knows. you nod slowly, exhaling the breath you’ve been unintentionally holding. though it’s more a breath of relief, really.
“now, how about i mark you up some more before you go?” chuuya says, already grazing his teeth against your skin again.
“i’m not sure– ah~… if this is a good idea…” you murmur, your eyes fluttering shut briefly.
“well, then at least compensate for the damage you’ve done. emotionally and physically,” chuuya answers with a small pause, rubbing his erection against your thigh just in case you didn’t get the hint.
you look down at him, noticing the bulge in his loose boxers. “right here?” you ask, your question followed by a quiet chuckle.
chuuya takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke right above your head so you wouldn’t have to breathe it in. “wherever you want, doll face. we could do it up in the air for all i care,” he says, offering an enticing idea.
you never really thought about the endless possibilities you have to make your sex life more interesting thanks to chuuya’s ability. however, that’s an idea that has yet to be explored some other time.
“maybe another time,” you mumble before you press your lips against his, your hands gliding down his chest.
chuuya returns the kiss eagerly, his hand that’s been digging into your hip slowly wandering upward to cup your cheek. he deepens the kiss before pulling away to take another drag of his cigarette.
you use the moment to kneel down in front of him, the coldness of the tiles of chuuya’s balcony sending chills down your spine. you pull his boxers down and his cock springs free, slapping right against your tongue as you open your mouth.
chuuya groans at the warm and wet feeling, his tip still sensitive since you two fucked earlier. his free hand disappears behind your head, gathering a fistful of your hair.
you lick the pre-cum off his throbbing tip, stroking the base of his cock a few times before taking him fully into your mouth.
chuuya thrusts his hips forward with restraint, his grip on your hair tightening. he doesn’t want you to choke on his dick, but the gurgling sounds escaping your mouth just sound too delicious.
your slick tongue lathers up the side of his shaft inside your mouth and you can feel his tip just barely grazing the back of your throat.
“fuck… takin’ me so well, darling,” chuuya praises you before starting to move along in rhythm with your head bobbing back and forth. “you’re such a needy girl.”
you can feel yourself growing wet, your body simply responding beautifully to his sinful voice. now you regret your choice of not agreeing to having full-on sex. oh well, perhaps it’s not too late to change your mind.
chuuya takes one last drag of his cigarette before throwing the stub off the balcony and suddenly holding your head still with both of his hands.
your movements come to a halt and you whine against his cock, sending vibrations down his length that has chuuya letting out a low moan.
he moves the loose strands of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and soothing against your skin. he grins down at you, clearly enjoying the view before fucking your face.
“fuck, your mouth feels too good,” he mutters in between stifled groans as you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth. you taste even more pre-cum on your tongue that’s dribbling out the corner of your mouth.
your eyes begin to water from how rough he’s being and your mind blanks. you swallow your own moans as your hands grip his thighs to keep yourself steady.
the ridges of the tiles of the balcony are slowly but surely making themselves noticeable as they dig into your skin but you simply don’t care. all you care about is chuuya’s cock abusing your mouth.
“want me to come down your throat? would you like that, my sweet girl? you’re being so obedient right now. think that deserves a reward, doesn’t it?” chuuya teases you, his voice sounding surprisingly calm for someone who’s trying his hardest to hold out a little while longer.
perhaps out of pettiness so he can ruin that pretty face of yours for a moment longer. you did hurt him pretty badly after all. maybe that will teach you a lesson to not ignore him anymore.
you nod and hum eagerly in response to his words, or rather as best as chuuya’s grip allows, while needy and desperate whines fall from your lips.
chuuya’s rhythm grows erratic and you swear you can feel his cock swell even further before he thrusts it one last time against the gummy walls of your throat.
thick spurts of salty cum flood your mouth as you slurp over every vein pulsing down his dick. your lips briefly kiss his pelvis and your eyes roll back into the depths of your skull as you moan.
chuuya’s fingers press harder against the back of your head and he lets out a guttural groan as he holds you in place just to feel your throat struggling around the girth of his cock. you gag ever so softly, tapping the inside of his thigh as a small warning.
he pulls out of your inviting heat the moment his mind registers your tapping and loosens his grip around your hair. you swallow the cum still inside your mouth, panting ever so slightly.
the sight of you swallowing all of his cum makes chuuya’s cock twitch in response but he’s far too overstimulated for another round and you know that too.
you tuck him away carefully while chuuya moves one of his hands to cup your cheek. he wipes away a stray tear with his thumb before pulling you up to stand again.
you wipe your mouth clean with the back of your hand, your expression far too cute for chuuya not to chuckle.
eventually, he looks down at you, noticing how red your knees are from the uncomfortable ground. “you know, even if we’re not a couple… you can still sleep over sometimes,” he says, offering you a place to stay for tonight at least.
“yeah, sure. only for tonight though,” you say, knowing it’s pretty late.
it probably wouldn’t be worth it to sleep at your own apartment anyway. you’d have to get all your stuff, drive home, shower, and then sleep. way too much effort and time wasted, especially if chuuya has a perfectly fine bed.
besides, chuuya lives closer to the port mafia anyway, which means even more sleep. after today, you both definitely need it.
“we’ll see about that,” chuuya replies before pulling you a bit closer, both of you cooling down out on the balcony for a while longer before crawling back into bed.
First time writing him ! Maybe OOC. I love this pic he’s so handsome ! List by @cherryblossom-chopper
Chuuya
Admiration
Nothing physical though he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous but most likely loyalty, intelligence and determination. If it’s with a PM reader then you probably have a good mix of all 3 but it all culminated in a valiant mix. Sure he was physically and mentally strong I mean just ask the suckers who ate concrete cause of him on the daily, it was your strength in character which really got his blood pumping. How you’d execute missions to perfection and even cut corners for efficiencies sake or try and prevent as many civilian casualties as possible. Granted it was hard, sparing lives in the mafia didn’t get you very far if anything it set you back, but none of it would stop you. Chuuya wasn’t sure if anything could and it I spired him to be better everyday
Bashful (do they get shy or flustered by their partner)
Not really, Chuuya’s a confident guy who can and will match you energy. To be honest most of the time he does overboard leading to you being the one who’s red in the face. The only time you can really shock him is when drunk or maybe when there’s people around. Running your fingers through his hair, undoing the buttons on his work shirt , wearing his hat. God it’s all got him weak in the knees
Comfort (How do they comfort their partner ? How do they like to be comforted ?)
He’s never had someone to comfort him so over time he’d just learn to deal with it himself that is until his body and mind physically can’t take it and you find him staring over a glass of wine, hands hooked through his dishevelled hair silent tears streaming down his face. Honestly just give this man a hug and hold him through the night until he feels better. And he’s probably do the same for you, whispering sweet nothings and gently petting your hair and kissing those tears away
“Don’t cry doll, yknow I hate it when you cry”
Dreams (How do they imagine their relationship in the future?)
Deffo marriage. He wants to be yours and do you to be his for the rest of time, to wake up every morning and be greeted with the delight that is your face. To feel the warm band around his ring finger and know that it’s matching pair has everything they need and more. To know that there’s someone waiting for him back home, a very special someone who picked him out of everyone else. However he got so lucky he didn’t know but he thanked God everyday that life turned out the way it did
Equals (Are they dominant or passive in the relationship)
By virtue of being the highest earner and an executive Chuuya naturally takes the more dominant position in the relationship. Everything from bills to planning out dates. Not in a possessive controlling way it’s just how he’s adapted, plus dudes a gentleman he wants to spoil you to the max and make your life the easiest it can be. Though this man is not afraid to do his fair share of chores just decide how you want to split it
Falling (how do they know when their falling in love)
When he goes the extra mile just because there’s a chance of seeing you, the very thought of you running into him when he’s a sweaty mess after a mission or not had sleep in 3 days makes bike crawl up his throat so he always has perfume on hand and has no started to add subtle dots of concealer to hide the eye bags. And coincidently he starts using the Mafias in house gym … shirtless. For no particular reason it’s just really hot ignore the fact it’s winter
Honesty
Dudes basically an open book. Open and honest communication is the secret to a healthy long lasting relationship and that’s what he wants more than anything with you. If you work in the PM he has to discuss work stuff with you anyway so there’s no point trying to hide the gruesome details. It’d probably take longer for him to reveal his past, fuck it took him so long that he’s still processing but one he feels he can trusts you it all comes out in little waves
Injury (how do they react when their partner is injured ?)
He fusses over you to the last article ! Especially if it’s serious like a broken bone or you’ve come you’ve come out of surgery. He can’t really afford to take time off from his work since his vacation days are limited and he wants to save those for a nice trip. But he’d call up one of your friends or steal one of the black lizards to come take care of you while he busy ! It’s not like their doing anything anyway
Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they respond to people flirting with their partner?)
Not very well. He knows your loyal but his temper flares up revolving two things. Dazai and you. With gritted teeth his arm hooks around your waist and asks if you’re ready to go while ‘casually’ dropping that he got a reservation at that 5 star restaurant you were dying to go to. The person flirting sulks off leaving a smug grin on his lips. Oh but if Dazai is the one flirting… well ….
Kiss (What is it like to kiss them?)
First off smooth lips, he takes immaculate care of them always has some coco butter Vaseline or aquafor on him. But the kisses itself linger for quite some time. Even after it’s been hours all the warmth of love is still situated on your cheeks and mouth. It’s almost like he’s standing right in front of you. But it does make sense with how many he gives you. One on the forehead when he wakes up, a peck while making coffee, a few more on the cheek as a thank you for styling his hair when he really can’t be bothered and a final smooch before he’s out the door.
Little Ones (Do they want their own children?)
He’d want at least one preferably two but his life in the mafia is a massive hinderent. Any child of his is an automatic target for enemy organisations or a disgruntled government. Not to mention his own trauma that could possibly impact his parenting. Maybe if he had a mentee like how Dazai had Akutagawa he’d adopt them but in a figurative sense. Like bring them food, teach them basic life skills and try his best to protect them.
Obvious (how obvious is that they developed a crush ?)
Painfully obvious. He wants to be confident and suave effortlessly and for the most part he is. But the second you walk into a room ? Oh it’s all gone in an instant ! All the lines he rehearsed in the bathroom are suddenly he’s forgotten them all and just standing there awkwardly staring at you, once you look over in his direction he’s blushing madly while desperately trying to force his gaping mouth to work for once so he can charm you !
Quality time
It’s simple but effective, dim the lights pour some wine and introduce you to some of his vinyls. With the alcohol loosening his senses you two dance in the living room, laughing over nothing in between whispering sweet words and little nibbles along the column of each others neck
Pet names
Doll is the main one as well as some less common ones eg darling, gorgeous and when talking about you to others ‘my girl’. But u less you’re also in the mafia he doesn’t really disclose that he’s in a relationship for your safety
Sleeping
Usually your head burried deep in his chest while his fingers come to pet the top of your head in a slow rhythmic motion. During winter every part of your body is touching his cause of just how warm he is
Ugly (unpleasant habit)
You saw this coming it’s his temper. Never directed at you per se but the punching bag in your home gym is now in pieces. You try and get him to open up and he does a little and then begins snapping. To cool off he rides around the city on his motorcycle for an hour or so to clear his head but always comes back and apologises
Zenith (Where does their relationship rank in value compared to other parts of their life?)
Second only to the mafia. He’s not likely to leave when he gets a partner even if the relationship is serious but otherwise he’d do literally anything for you. He’s got enough money to make it happen and if somehow can’t be gained financially he a pair of fists that should do the trick.
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sαltωαтer blυѕh 𓇼 ακυтαgαωα, chυυуα (ѕeραrαтed) x f!reαder
꒰ ryunosuke akutagawa ꒱
the beach does not suit him.
akutagawa sits rigidly under the shade of an umbrella like he’s stationed there, not relaxing.
like he’s on duty.
which is ridiculous, considering there is no mission, no enemy, and absolutely no reason for him to be gripping his drink like it owes him money.
except, you exist.
and that’s apparently enough.
you walk out from the path near the shore, hair slightly damp, sunlight catching on your skin in a way that makes the entire coastline feel suddenly too bright to look at directly.
akutagawa’s eyes lift.
and stay there.
he doesn’t even realize it at first.
just… watches.
his expression doesn’t change, of course. it never does. but something in his stare sharpens, like his focus has narrowed down to a single unavoidable point in the universe: you.
you stretch slightly, adjusting your towel, completely unaware of the effect you’re having.
that should help.
it doesn’t.
his jaw tightens instead.
“…ridiculous,” he mutters under his breath.
gin, somewhere nearby, would probably call him out for it if she were here. he can almost hear it. but she isn’t, and so he continues staring like it’s the only logical thing left to do.
you finally look over.
and pause.
“why are you staring?” you ask, tilting your head.
akutagawa does not answer immediately.
because the honest answer is inconvenient.
because the honest answer is you look like sunlight made into a person.
instead he says, flatly, “i am not.”
you raise an eyebrow.
he is absolutely staring.
silence stretches.
then you walk over.
each step feels louder than it should.
you sit beside him under the umbrella, close enough that the heat of the day feels replaced by something else entirely. quieter. heavier in a different way.
he doesn’t move away.
that’s the first sign something is wrong with him.
you lean back on your hands, looking out at the water.
“you’re really bad at lying,” you say.
“i am not lying,” he replies immediately.
you glance at him.
he glances back.
that’s when it happens.
the pause.
not awkward.
just… suspended.
like the world forgot to continue for a second.
akutagawa’s eyes flick down to your face again, slower this time. less guarded. more honest than he probably intends.
you notice.
of course you do.
you always do.
“what?” you ask softly.
he exhales.
quiet. controlled. but it doesn’t quite steady him the way it usually does.
“you are distracting,” he says finally.
there’s no bite in it.
just fact.
you smile a little.
“you said that like it’s my fault.”
another pause.
then, almost reluctantly, “it is not,” he admits.
that alone feels like surrender.
you lean in first, like you’re testing whether he’ll pull away.
he doesn’t.
so you don’t stop.
the kiss is gentle, careful in a way that doesn’t match his reputation at all, like he’s afraid that if he’s too rough, the moment will break.
when you pull back, his eyes are still on you.
unchanged.
except now there’s something softer underneath it.
something that stays.
and for once, he doesn’t look away first.
꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱
the beach is loud in the way summer always is, waves crashing like laughter, sand sticking to skin, sun burning everything a little too bright.
chuuya is doing his absolute best not to look.
he really is.
it’s just… not working.
because you step out of the changing area and suddenly the world feels unfair.
your swimsuit catches the sunlight in a way that makes everything else look dull by comparison, like the ocean itself is trying to compete and failing. there’s sand clinging to your legs already, wind tugging gently at your hair, and you look entirely too comfortable in your own skin for his peace of mind.
chuuya clicks his tongue under his breath.
“tch… seriously…”
he looks away.
then immediately looks back.
you’re laughing at something someone said nearby, and the sound hits him harder than the heat ever could. his ears feel warm. that’s annoying. he shifts his hat down a little, like it’s going to help him think straight.
it doesn’t.
you walk closer.
closer.
and chuuya finally realizes he’s staring when you’re suddenly right in front of him, tilting your head slightly.
“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, amused.
he freezes.
for half a second, he considers lying.
then gives up.
“you’re distracting,” he mutters, crossing his arms like that explains anything.
you blink.
then smile.
and that’s worse.
you sit down beside him on the towel, close enough that your shoulder brushes his. the warmth of you is immediate. real. unavoidable.
he turns his head slightly, expecting you to tease him again, but you’re already looking at him.
not joking this time.
just… soft.
like you already knew exactly what you were doing to him.
“you’re the one who keeps staring,” you say quietly.
chuuya exhales through his nose, almost a laugh, almost a surrender.
“yeah,” he admits. “i am.”
a beat of silence.
the waves fill it for him.
he turns fully now, and for once there’s no sarcasm left to hide behind, no irritation, no distance. just him and the fact that you’re right there, real and warm and close enough to touch.
you lean in first.
he meets you halfway without thinking.
the kiss is brief, salt-air soft, like the ocean itself decided to pause just for that moment.
when you pull back, chuuya doesn’t look away this time.
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I love the idea of Mydei who, instead of always retreating into his own space, loves to just hover around your vicinity. He's your most loyal and devoted spectator. He doesn't fill up the silence with chatter, but he watches and notes everything you're doing with rapt attention. Especially if you're doing something artistic, he'll be stationed around or beside you like a guard almost.
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Neither enemies to lovers nor slow burn but a secret third thing called Schrödinger's intimacy. We are in love and we are not in love do NOT open that lid I swear to God.
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