Disclaimer: Hey people! So I haven't finished Bungou Stray Dogs yet- I only watched 2 seasons so far and Chuuya is my favorite character! I had this idea for a one-shot and wrote it, I just hope it's not too OOC- might be wrong on some things about Chuuya but I hope it's alright
Also!!! It's slightly suggestive towards the end so watch out for that
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Her eyes fluttered open, soft rays of sunlight grazing her cheek through the faint spaces the drawn curtains could not quite block out. She raised her left hand, rubbing at her eye groggily as she acknowledged the familiar surroundings of the room. Hearing a soft grunt next to her, she turned to her right and blinked a few times. The strong stench of alcohol assaulted her nostrils, and she frowned at the back facing her. Again...
βMm... Damn it, my head...β he mumbled before shifting so he would lie on his back. Then he slowly sat up, pushing on his elbows then his hands so he was now leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Chuuyaβs blue, half-lidded eyes drifted down to her. They looked tired and had that annoyed glint. Not at her though.
His ginger hair was messy, bangs falling on his forehead and some over his eyes. His hat had been put on the nightstand she noticed, and she was certain his coat, tie and waistcoat were on the floor. She had seen this situation happen too many times to not have guessed so already. His shirt was still on, the first two buttons off, showing a glimpse of his skin. His dress pants were also still on but no belt. She avoided letting her eyes wander further down. One look there and she would forget the current irritation burning at the pit of her stomach.
His voice was hoarse, and he coughed a little in his fist. Huh... only one glove on.
She sighed before answering, βFine... and you? I suppose you came back at around 4AM and got about... 2 hours of sleep, if youβre lucky.β
Chuuya looked away, βItβs not that bad, Iβm sort of used to that amount of sleep... with work and-β
She cut him off, βYeah, I get when itβs work, but really, did you come back from a mission or the winery? Or better, you came straight home, late enough that I was already in bed, took some bottles you bought like, last week, and emptied a few dozens before coming to our bed and making the sheets reek.β
He stiffened, his eyes going back to her. Those big, blue pretty eyes. He took a slow inhale, β[Y/N], it helps me cool off, you know that. Yesterdayβs mission was a total success, and I needed to...celebrate and- yeah, I did stay some more at work for some more drinks with the others.β
Her frown soon turned to a scowl as he spoke. Well, of course he did. An excuse, again. Any reason would be justifiable for that damn bottle.
βYou drink like a bottomless pit. Do you get a kick out of putting your liver in constant danger of failure?β
Chuuya sighed. Not of frustration, more like preparing himself for a lecture he had had now gone through thrice. But she knew that and just sat up, stretching her arms out with a groan. βI do not want to prevent you from doing something that makes you happy... but itβs harming you. And if it hasnβt yet, it will eventually. I do not want to lose you so quick...β
His eyes widened slightly, and he reached forward to put his hand over hers. His voice was low as he said, β[Y/N], I love you, donβt say that... Youβre not about to lose me at all. I know what Iβm doing and itβs good quality wine too-β
βAnd youβre a lightweight! I handle wine better than you do when Iβm a lightweight myself, letβs not lie to ourselves!β
She withdrew her hand from under his and pushed herself off the bed. She did not mean for her voice to raise but all patience had left her body by then.
βIβm not about to lecture you again, but have you seen yourself? Youβre a mess, your head hurts, you... God, do you like that bottle more than me?β
His jaw tightened, βI don-β
βYou didnβt even hold me when you came in the bed...β
βBecause you wouldβve smelled the alcohol on me!β His cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment.
βYeah, and I still did when I woke up. Youβre like addicted to your drink, itβs...β
She let out a sharp exhale. βItβs scaring me. Occasional drinking is tolerable but thatβs just unhealthy. You cannot live without that wine. And I... God, Iβm so mad at you, you have no idea.β
She turned around and exited our room, calmly but each of her breath feeling like a sharp sting through her chest.
Chuuya held out his hand, about to stop her from walking away before halting. His head was pounding, and he knew she needed time when angry before any further discussion could take place. So, he decided to wait... or go about it gently.
Hours later in the day and Chuuya had showered, brushed his hair and got into clean clothes before heading to work. But the thought of [Y/N] being angry at him lingered and he knew that would stay. He gave her space, like she wanted. But he could not stop himself from ordering flowers to be delivered at her workplace. He added her favourite chocolate to the bouquet, paying extra to the flower shop for going to fetch it and the delivery. He also requested a note be written and added to the flowers.
She finds roses clichΓ©. So, he opted for orchids, she mentioned how pretty she found them before, with some lavender flowers to them.
He also texted her during the day:
βI managed to get a permission to head out of work early. Canβt wait to see you tn hun, Iβll cook. Love you... always.β
No answer. Itβs been three hours. His face remained the same to anyone around at the Port Mafia but someone closer to him could have picked up how on edge and stiff most of his actions were.
He got home at 6PM and noticed the bouquet in a vase. The note was still neatly places in the middle of the flowers. Chuuyaβs heart clenched in silent horror that she might not have even read the note or appreciated the flowers. He checked the fridge. [Y/N]βs chocolate sat there, untouched.
For her to refuse even chocolate, she must be really mad indeed.
His eyes drifted down, staring at the wooden floor.
βIs she going to leave me?β
βWell, I did hear women hate alcoholics... she did tell me she hates that and I just-β
βWhy didnβt I just listen? For her? I know she wonβt leave me but... God, I-β
His thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps from the hallway. And soon, [Y/N] was in the kitchen, hair wet from the shower she just took. She was in a large shirt, her usual style at home, and no shorts as the top was long enough that it touched her upper thighs.
Their eyes met and they both froze.
Chuuya gulped before taking one step closer. Just one. As if sheβd run away if he was too brisk.
βHey...β his voice was soft, hesitant. Testing the waters.
[Y/N] looked away, unsure. They stayed silent for a few seconds, the tension heavy. And something just snapped in Chuuya.
Just as she was opening her mouth, Chuuya had put one knee down. [Y/N]βs mouth now hung open in shock. His eyes were looking up at her. Silent but this look, she knew that intensity all too well...
He put his second knee to the ground, looking now shorter than her. [Y/N] stayed frozen in place, letting his gloved hands take hers firmly. His eyes now looked almost...pleading.
β[Y/N], I... Iβm sorry. I know I said this before and then I just- I do it again like a complete idiot. And I canβt change that...β He stopped and took in a sharp inhale. βBut God, I love you, I canβt bear the thought of you not speaking to me or... being mad at me, knowing that Iβve hurt you with my own stubbornness, my own... weakness.β
He brought her hands to his lips, kissing the top of them. βIβd sell all my bottles, never visit a single pub again if itβs what it takes to have your forgiveness. If alcohol is an addiction, I can overcome it. But not losing you. Not even the thought of it. I need you more than anything, [Y/N]. Youβre all I ever want to desire, cherish and love, my everything.β
His cheeks flushed as her hand came to cup his left cheek. He looked up at her again, leaning into her touch while his hands moved from her hands to grab the back of his thighs firmly, his chin now slightly resting on her thighs.
She gave him a small smile, βYouβre really a special case, Nakahara... You wonβt even let me stay mad at you for one day. But... I accept your apology, if youβre sincere that i-β
His grip on her thighs tightened before he pushed himself up on his feet, standing up. His hands soon cupped her own cheeks, eyes intense and fond. βIβve never been more sincere in my life. [Y/N], I-β
She tapped his chest gently, chuckling, βRelax, I know youβre serious. I never thought THE Nakahara Chuuya would ever kneel in front of me for an apology... I love you too, my Chuu.β
She leaned in and left a soft peck to his lips. Chuuyaβs eyes closed, savouring the feeling. He has not kissed her since yesterday... and that fact finally sunk in. Once they opened again, his eyes were back on her lips.
She arched a brow before grinning, βYes, sir?β
Chuuya huffed, β[Y/N]... Please.β
[Y/N]βs cheeks flushed red. Since when does Chuuya... beg? For a kiss, no less.
βPlease... I need them on mine again. Iβve not had a taste of you since yesterday, love.β
Her breath hitched and yet... just to be a tease, she leaned closer, her lips a mere inch from his. She could feel his hot breath on her face. She slips a hand in his hair, her fingers tangling in the orange locks. Her lips parted and she murmured, βJust one taste.β
That was all it took before Chuuya crashed his lips on her, a moan escaping him as his eyes squeezed shut in want and need.
A soft yelp escaped [Y/N] as Chuuya grabbed her hips, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the kitchen counter. He hoisted her up on it, keeping her there, fingers digging gently yet firmly on her hips as his tongue explored her mouth. It was like he had never kissed her before. Their lips moved in sync as she kissed back, Chuuya tilting his head for a better angle.
A few seconds pass and they soon had to pull away for air. His gaze was hazy. Hungry. Needy.
And he knew his [Y/N] well enough to know what she meant by βone tasteβ.
He grinned and soon grabbed onto the sides of her thighs, pulling them slightly apart. βSorry sweetheart but Iβm hungry. And if I'm only allowed one taste from your lips, Iβll have to feast elsewhere... You might want to lean back.β
[Y/N]βs cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, the blush reaching her ears. Well, she walked straight into that one-
