Help Idfk What Im Doing

Despite his looks, the redhead was kind in his actions. He helped the younger up, apologised and seemed to realise that the dead of night was no place for a lost child.

He asked why he was here and when he got no reply asked for his name. This made the boy’s golden, sunset eyes fill with tears as he shamefully admitted that orphans don’t deserve a name.

His rescuer pulled a face of disgust and unshamefully said that he was an orphan and his name was Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya took the look of quiet adoration in the boys eyes and told him to follow.

The boy whose fear was being alone, followed.

To his surprise they arrived at a diner, one of those old 24 hour ones that Chuuya hated. The florescence lighting was too bright and he always felt watched by the staff and late night patrons.

He was doing this for the starving skin and bones kid that was trailing behind, shoeless and shaking.

Once the boy was settled with his bowls of chazuke (Chuuya had to pick what to order for the boy as he looked overwhelmed) Chuuya asked what he would like his name to be.

When the boy only stared at him in shock, Chuuya rolled his eyes and told him he needed one, he wasn’t going to keep calling him kid or brat.

The kid who had lived his whole life being beaten and abused, trapped in one place, surprisingly, had no ideas.

Chuuya listed a few common names with none of them sticking. Then, Chuuya started thinking about authors.

He read a book once, written by an authors name he could only remember one part of. The story was good, he thinks, and he slowly offers the name Atsushi to the brat scarfing down his 6th bowl of tea rice.

And just like that. A sparkle gleamed in the kid’s eyes and Atsushi smiled

Chuuya had to look away. So full of affection for this nameless kid he had only rescued an hour ago. A weakness his job would not allow

But Atsushi was slowly coming out of his shell, a full belly of yummy food and an immediate attachment to his saviour helped with that.

He promptly announced that he needed a last name too.

Chuuya offered his with a slight twist. (He was tired and not feeling creative, okay???)

When Atsushi accepted Chuuya stuck out his hand and said nice to meet you, Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi cried. Chuuya wasn’t shocked. Atsushi seemed to do that a lot.

Figuring this kid now had to come join the port mafia, they both stood and made their way to the front of the diner. Chuuya said something whilst shooting a message on his phone about waiting for his partner

There was a snap of twigs in the distance and Chuuya turned to look at Atsushi who was no longer in the same spot beside him.

Chuuya looked ahead and witnessed the split second of Atsushi screaming face before he was dragged behind the trees, obscuring them away.

Chuuya looked and screamed and yelled. Of course he did. He didn’t just find and name a kid for him to be kidnapped under Chuuya nose.

He never found him.

When Dazai eventually showed up Chuuya said nothing, Dazai who was also exhausted, ignored his red rimmed eyes and they both walked away.

Despite the pain and punishment that followed Atsushi’s escape, he still remembered that day as the best day of his life.

When things got so bad that he sometimes passed out or couldn’t remember what happened for days, he never let the mantra escape his head.