#anchipp

AnChipp drawing(s) becuz I love this dudes sm, and also missed a lil bit doing this type of drawings where everything is messy lmao

Answer did his best to avoid bad habits.

Things that could prove detrimental to his health was something that he did his best to not partake in, so he ate sufficient meals despite not having that big of an appetite, meditated even if sometimes his mind was plagued by endless thoughts and anxieties, even sleeping a decent 8 hours because he was told that less than that could leave one feeling exhausted far more easily.

But, even despite all the reasons to, there was one bad habit he had a hard time getting rid of.

While he didn’t do it often, stopping it entirely was proving rather . . difficult.

So here he was, outside of their little camp, taking a smoke under the cover of night, the cigarette in his hand halfway finished as its ember glowed lightly, even with the surrounding lamps bathing him in warm light.

Taking a long drag, blowing the smoke out into the brisk air, it was usually searing in the day but the night, was as cold as any other, his suit keeping him relatively warm, this quiet atmosphere relaxed him, usually kept busy by endless calls and mountains of paperwork, having some time to himself to gather his thoughts and not worry about anything until tomorrow, was likely one of the only things still keeping him sane.

The quiet wouldn’t last for long however . .

There was a certain ninja looking for him after all, and he found him rather easily.

“ Answer. “

Light footsteps resonated behind him as his body tensed ever so slightly, truth be told he was trying not to be found, especially by him, because he knew that he wouldn’t like seeing him like this.

“ Boss — “

“ President. “

“ Yes . . President. “

Quickly snuffing out the light of the cigarette on an ash tray, turning around to face him, the expression on Chipp’s face was exactly as he expected, looking rather disappointed, akin to a parent about to scold someone, silently preparing himself for what was about to come, a long winded speech on the dangers of smoking and why as his personal assistant, doing something such as this would not only be bad for his health but on his reputation, but surprisingly enough there was nothing.

Chipp simply stood in front of him, looking like he was in deep thought, something he didn’t see all that often, it only made him far more nervous, what was he thinking of ?

“ Answer, have you tried Ramune before ? “

“ H — huh ? “

“ I heard that candy was a good alternative to smoking, so I bought some Japanese candy for you to try. “

Turning to the business ninja with a small smile, that alone was enough to get Answer blushing ever so slightly, he really went through that much trouble to try and get him something else to do besides smoking ? He found himself charmed by the thoughtful gesture.

“ Really ? I suppose I can give it a try, president. “

Sighing softly, covering his lower face with a hand, feeling rather exposed considering that his mask was off, Chipp could easily read his flustered expression, it was embarrassing . .

“ Good ! It’d be a shame if they were to go to waste, they’re really sweet ! “

Smile widening by the second, his fangs were in full display, it was honestly unfair just how cute his president looked sometimes, even the new haircut he got looked so fitting, it was a blessing whenever Chipp would allow him to fix it up . .

Shaking his head slightly at those thoughts, getting distracted at a time like this was troublesome !

“ Oi, Answer, you alright ? “

Jolting slightly at his name being called, doing his best to regain some of his composure, why did his thoughts always drift off whenever he and his president were doing anything other than work ?

“ Y — yes, president, just a little tired from today is all ! “

His voice was a lot higher in pitch, the one he used whenever he was taking calls from people in order to better persuade them, but it didn’t work on Chipp, he knew him far too well, seeing through his acts was like second nature.

“ Hm, I don’t buy it. “

“ I promise, it’s really nothing — “

“ Answer. “

Ah . . It really didn’t work on him at all, didn’t it ? His boss really could be relentless when he wanted to be, while that was usually a good thing, when it was on him it was certainly not.

“ I — don’t think I should say it, boss. “

A silence followed, Chipp looking at him curiously, tilting his head as he pondered how to respond to that, eventually coming to some conclusion in his head, though for the life of him, Answer couldn’t figure out what it was.

“ Well, if you don’t think you should say it, why not show it ? “

“ Excuse me ? “

Did . . did he know of his ?

Suddenly it felt a lot warmer, his face almost matching his scarf in color as he looked at Chipp with the most flabbergasted expression, meanwhile Chipp himself looked strangely calm, simply looking back at Answer with a small smile.

He definitely knew . .

“ W — when did you ? “

“ When did I what ? “

“ Figure it out . . “

At that, he said nothing, simply looking at him once more with an expression that seemed strangely smug, so he wasn’t completely clueless, just chose not to say anything, did he enjoy tormenting him like this ? How cruel . . He definitely didn’t return his feelings, he was just leading him on, but . . Chipp didn’t seem like the type of person to do that.

Could it be that, he returned them and was simply waiting for him to confess ?

“ I . . Suppose I should simply do it if I can’t say it, right, boss ? “

Nodding happily with a slight hum, the white haired ninja almost looked proud of him, calming his nerves with a steady breath, approaching Chipp who was waiting patiently, could he really go through with this . . ?

Deciding that there would be more loss if he were to simply let things remain this way forever, he took the risk and sealed it with a kiss, pressing his lips to his cheeks as the blush on his face remained ever so evident, hearing Chipp make a noise of happiness, was that his answer ? —

“ Good move ! But you missed. “

“ Huh — “

Before he could even get a chance to think, a hand grasped his chin gently and pulled him in, lips connecting with his in a chaste smooch, one that, once he got his head wrapped around what just happened, had his mind reeling from either joy or nervousness, unable to tell just yet, even when Chipp had pulled away with the most joyful smile, that was something he never wished to forget ever.

Finally getting the guts to do something he’s been wanting to do for so long, it felt like a giant weight was lifted off his shoulders, definitely wishing that he had tried to do this sooner and under better circumstances, but, better late than never he supposed, atleast now he knew that his feelings were reciprocated, quite clearly in fact, it was almost dizzying.

“ Well then, wanna go try that candy now ? “

“ I — oh boss, you’re going to be the death of me . . “