#bsd chuya

Fellas, is it gay to hold your Rival's/enemie's/friend's/not-really-any-of-those head tenderly while you both drown?

a/n: the last one is nsfw

⋆˚࿔ “doll”— the world just slips out of his mouth way too often. It doesn't matter where you are, what you're doing or who is around you. Whether you're guest at the Port Mafia HQ and he's in front of all his subordinates or you're in your shared bedroom together with the lights off, he will say it. In his eyes, "doll" is the most eulogistic pet name of all. A doll is beautiful, delicate, precious and most importantly his. It's his way of saying "you're mine, and I love you" every time he's speaking with you.

The room is bathed in light filtering through the bluish-tinted windows; the sun hangs high in the sky. It isn't your first time visiting the Port Mafia headquarters, but today feels different. You came to surprise Chuuya, but he hasn't returned from his mission yet, leaving you in the company of his subordinates. To be honest, they aren't as bad as you expected. In fact, they are quite polite and kind—though perhaps that’s just because they know Chuuya would skin them alive if so much as a hair on your head were harmed. Anyway. The door on the far side of the room opens and Chuuya appears, his gloves stained with blood and his coat draped over his arm. As soon as he sees you, his eyes light up and he walks toward you, stopping short of an embrace to avoid getting you dirty. "Doll," he whispers, taking off his gloves. "Why are you here?" He takes your hand in his now un-gloved ones. "I just wanted to see you." You say with a smile, while in the background his subordinates look at each other uncomfortably, clearing their throats and considering if they should leave the two of you alone.

⋆˚࿔ “babe”— he'll call you that whenever he's worried for you. It's simply faster to pronounce and he usually rushes words a lot when he's worried, especially if it is because someone might hurt you. It's for when he has to call out for you to warn you about something physical that might be about to happen (even when it's just a book falling on the floor because you hit it) but he slowly started using it also when you're sad and he doesn't know why —it makes him worry more that it should.

Being Chuuya Nakahara is no easy task, especially when you care so deeply for someone and you know you inevitably made them a target for all your enemies the moment you finally won their love. He knows he shouldn't, but he worries about you constantly. You’re in the kitchen now, soft jazz plays on the radio. Chuuya watches you cook, his eyes full of adoration. He still can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that you’re together, that you live under the same roof, and that he gets to share such a... normal life with you. "Ouch!" You quickly pull your hand up and bring it to your lips. "Babe?" The words tumble out so quickly that it seems almost impossible for Chuuya to have been so relaxed just a moment ago. Suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you, examining your hand. "Hey, I'm fine. I just cut myself." "Oh..." He blinks a couple of times and lets go of your hand. "Oh, good. Sorry. Does it hurt? Let me put a bandage on it." You watch him with a small smile as he heads to the bathroom and starts rummaging around for bandages.

⋆˚࿔ “darling”— is all you're gonna hear when you're out for a date. He wants it to bee romantic and he feels like "doll" isn't enough. He wants to make you feel like you're the most important thing in his life (which actually you are) and he thinks "darling" sounds incredibly good when you're in a dimly lit room sat at a round table in a pretty dress and sipping expensive wine.

The room was lit by small candles on the tables; the frescoed walls were half-immersed in darkness and the ceiling adorned with mythological paintings, while the air was filled with soft music. There was no one else in the restaurant but the two of you. Chuuya was wearing a dark red suit, his sunset-colored hair illuminated by the candlelight. He placed his hand over yours. "I'm glad I managed to reschedule the meeting with the Boss." You smiled. "I'm glad, too." There was a brief silence, then Chuuya whispered—in a moment of vulnerability that would have seemed astonishing with anyone else—"I love you, my darling."

⋆˚࿔ “angel”— this one is only and specifically for when you're in bed. He's gonna murmur it in your ear while he hugs you under the blankets, relaxing after a long day at work, or groan it while he's topping you, sweaty and close to his climax. All that matters is that you're in bed, alone with each other, and that he finally can let himself go with you.

There are days like today when I miss the time with my sheep.