Light Snow

Nimble fingers slipping under his shirt, Naomi further snuggled closer to his still sleeping body as she lazily caressed his skin, tracing random patterns on his skin with a content smile on her lips. “You’re going to be late if you don’t wake up soon.” 

Still not getting the response she wanted, Naomi gave a small pout as she leaned closer up to Junichiro’s ear. Teasingly blowing a puff of warm ear across it, she gave a small bite. 

“Nii-sama.”

He woke up to an echo of a whisper, as if someone had left the room before consciousness kicked back in. He looked around him, familiar room that felt just a bit bigger, just a bit colder since she--

His mind refused to complete that thought, and he grabbed his smartphone from where he’d dropped it last night next to his pillow. 

‘Oh crap.’ Junichiro rolled out of bed and wobbled off in the direction of the bathroom. ‘I’m gonna be late.’ 

He had half an hour to get ready and catch the train to work, not nearly enough time if the station was packed, but he found himself staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror instead, one hand touching his left ear. 

The room was softly lit and decadent, tastefully furnished like the offices Junichirou has seen in movies; it looked like Port Mafia didn’t stint when it came to their comfort. And they certainly had the money for it. He wondered how much the Executives made in a month and decided it was probably more figures than he’d ever see in a whole year. 

Seated behind the desk was a young man with red hair–darker than Junichirou’s own ginger, it almost shone in the dimness of the room and Junichirou felt the man knew this and knew exactly how he drew attention to himself. 

The man was focused on a pile of papers in front of him, pressing his seal onto some of them with almost mechanical precision. Junichirou took a deep breath.

‘Good morning. I’m Tanizaki Junichirou,’ he said, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. ‘I’ll be working with the Port Mafia from now on.’

@deadlydrive

He didn’t need to look up to know who the stranger was. He had specifically sought out this teenager due to the reports on some “promising” infiltration ability that he had received from some of his reconnaissance members. He had meant to increase his assassination team after an almost failed-attempt to rid of one particularly nasty politician who paid for the very best security non-ability users and ability users alike, so this boy’s ability was almost a blessing. 

Honestly, he was a bit curious as to how easily his invitation was accepted, but that was a question for another time. 

Chuuya continued to stamp some dates on a few of the documents at his desk sealing the reports forever into the Mafia’s Information Bureau. “It’s good to have you here,” He placed one more document on top of a neat pile and then chose to look up at the boy with a scrutinizing gaze.

Think of Naomi. He tried to stand up straighter, hoping Nakahara won’t notice how his hands were shaking. It’s different out in the field, where he’s expected to stay unseen. He’ll just have to prove Port Mafia that he deserved to work with them. 

 Going over the pictures she had taken, Naomi smirked knowing how pleased yet surprised her brother would react to seeing the pictures. Since Junichiro wouldn’t be back from his mission for at least another day or two, she wanted her beloved older brother to know how much she missed being away from him. 

Text: Hurry back safe and sound nii-sama!

Attaching the pictures to her message with a cheerful hum, Naomi hit send.

He almost dropped his phone in surprise.

NAOMI, his mind screamed. Not for the first time, he was glad that the Mafia had decided it was better for him to go on missions on his own. Junichirou tried to pull his hoodie down to cover his whole face, which had turned a brilliant shade of red. 

Rising from the bed they shared together, Naomi walked over to her closet stripping herself with each step before she opened the closet doors now completely bare. Shivering slightly at the cold air hitting her skin, she gazed in at the rows upon rows of clothes she had before pulling out another outfit with a devilish smirk upon her lips.

Buttoning the short white dress up that ended mid-thigh, the younger female adjusted the mini nurses hat on her head. Adjusting her hair and smoothing out at any wrinkles as she stole another glance at her appearance in the mirror, she was satisfied.

Aiming the camera angled high above her head, Naomi gave a small angry pout. Making sure to expose some of her cleavage in the image before pressing down and capturing the image.

This time her outfit did cover more of her skin, there was something almost innocent about the plain white nurse uniform. If he was going to ignore how short it was and her pale cleavage in full view on the picture. He hoped she wasn’t going to wear that outside. But even as his older brother instincts kicked in, he found his face turning red again. 

‘I’m no--’ he was typing his reply when he heard a shout, footsteps getting close to where he was hiding. Oh fuck they must have spotted him. In his panic he pressed ‘send’ and stashed his phone back into his pocket. 

Activating Light Snow and trying to keep his breathing even, he ran. 

 Going over the pictures she had taken, Naomi smirked knowing how pleased yet surprised her brother would react to seeing the pictures. Since Junichiro wouldn’t be back from his mission for at least another day or two, she wanted her beloved older brother to know how much she missed being away from him. 

Text: Hurry back safe and sound nii-sama!

Attaching the pictures to her message with a cheerful hum, Naomi hit send.

He almost dropped his phone in surprise.

NAOMI, his mind screamed. Not for the first time, he was glad that the Mafia had decided it was better for him to go on missions on his own. Junichirou tried to pull his hoodie down to cover his whole face, which had turned a brilliant shade of red.