rushing to your bedroom, your heart is beating uncontrollably, your mind racing with thoughts of your handsome police officer who showed much care for you. maybe it was the bare minimum. maybe he was doing his job. but so what? you were absolutely head over heels for sawamura daichi.

flopping onto the bed with a squeal, you kick your sheets up and down while giggling into the pillow.

god, the way his lips move when he smiles, the way he took his uniform cap off, the way his hair was slightly messy from his long shift...

you roll around in bed, hugging your pillow tightly. oh, and you imagine how his beefy policeman arms would wrap around you. maybe even from behind when you're brewing him his morning coffee for work.

and fuhhh those thighs, you bet he's never skipped a leg day with how refined they were. you wonder if he's played a sport in high school, with how athletic he looked.

stupidly, you almost drool at the thought of him. however, you sit up abruptly, bringing out your phone to do some innocent stalking.

pulling up the miyagi police department website, you stumbled upon the police directory, and lo and behold, you find his id photo. and shit, he looked immaculate. like the golden retriever you've always wanted as a child, human version.

"sawamura daichi, huh?" you whisper under your breath, slumping back onto your pillows, biting your lip as you dig in further.

you decide to go on facebook, (he's a boomer who doesn't have instagram, unfortunately), and find his account— how lucky you were.

there he was, his profile picture with his big ass grin, eyes crinkled and hair neat, in a green zip-up turtleneck, and a snowy background being the cherry on top. "he's so cute," you click on his profile, scrolling down his facebook.

he's an album guy, to say the least. one for his police academy graduation, one for the time he watched the volleyball olympics in 2021, and one for his high school volleyball team with a whopping 167 photos and videos. that's dedication at its finest.

you scroll for a good hour, ogling him in more ways than one.

just then, you get a text from your friend, inviting you to a night out tomorrow.

f<3: hey, yokocho w me, tomorrow 9pm plsss? (○｀ 3′○)

the goat: alr bet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you sigh, clicking off her message to look at daichi's facebook one last time. your finger traces the outline of his jaw through the screen (weirdo!), before finally shutting off your phone.

-

the next 25 hours go by like a microdream. seriously, you can't remember anything. or how you even ended up in this situation.

"come on, you're all alone, right? where's your friend?" a man beside you spoke in a coaxing manner, trying to get close to you. but you're quick to duck away, glaring at the blurry face. "fuck off... i'm going home," you grumble, running your fingers through your hair. you felt like you were about to puke.

you force yourself to stand straight, stumbling towards a vending machine to get water. "water..." you murmur, squinting your eyes at the bright light.

"hey, are you alright? want me to take you home?" that agitating, grating voice, again. like... gun to your head— who is this?

you turn around with a scowl, "didn't i tell you to piss off?" scratching your head in frustration, you attempt to get this man to leave you alone for the 4th time tonight.

"don't be like that, doll. i'll buy you another drink, even." he tries to convince you again, and you roll your eyes, turning away.

you hazily turn your phone on, tapping and tapping away to try and get a hold of your friend to come and save you. but you're interrupted by the random, as he tugs on your wrist, clearly frustrated at this point.

"hey! who ya texting now?! i've been tryna get your attention, it wouldn't hurt to be kind, won't it?" he pulls at your arm, and you groan, "that fucking hurts, asshole!"

he then yanks your phone away, making it fly to who knows where, you gasp, looking at him with wide eyes. "oh now you've done it!" you stomp your feet, tugging at his collar to give him a beating.

he growls, "huh?! you think you can hurt me, bitch?!" the man grabs your wrists again, shoving you off him, and you nearly fall. "did you just call me a bitch?!" you scream, winding your fist up to hopefully land it directly at his face.

"i took taekwondo in elementary school, fucking try me, pervert!" squaring up, you glare at the man like he was the devil himself.

he scoffs at that, "try smiling more instead, useless hags like you won't ever pull if you act like that!" he spat, before moving closer to you, hand raised.

you feel your ego shatter into atoms, suddenly ducking down to dodge as you protect your head from his attack. but much to your surprise, his arm is stopped by someone else, and you lift your head to see who.

"hit her and i'll put you in jail," a deep, stern voice rumbles from beside you, and you hear angels sing their heavenly tune at the sight of him defending you.

"officer sawamura..." you whisper his name under your breath.

daichi shoves the man's hand away, giving him a glare while he pathetically runs away. then, the officer crouches down and checks up on you, eyebrows furrowed. "are you alright?"

you nod immediately, holding onto his forearms as he helps you up. daichi guides you to lean against the alleyway's wall, before buying you water quickly.

he hands it to you, and you take the drink without question. taking a few sips, you softly sigh before looking at daichi with a small smile, "i'm feeling better now—"

"what were you thinking?!" you jolt at his sudden snap.

shit, he looked angry. you fell speechless; your eyes widened while daichi pinched his nose bridge. "seriously, charging towards him. you genuinely thought you could handle him?" he crosses his arms. you feel small all of a sudden.

"i-" you try to defend yourself, but your officer doesn't give you time to speak, "imagine if you got seriously hurt, or worse, sexually assaulted?" he scolds you. "why don't you ever think before doing anything?!"

your expression fell at his anger, heart aching whilst he spoke. frowning, you couldn't stay silent. "why are you so angry for no reason?! it wasn't even my fault!" you exclaim, cocking your head as you scrutinize daichi.

you hear daichi huff, keeping his eyes on yours with a visage you never expected a man as gentle as he could have. "yes, it wasn't your fault. my point is... i don't want to keep seeing you in vulnerable situations like this—"

scoffing, you interrupt daichi, "why should you care? you don't even know me!"

"because i just do! maybe it's in my nature, maybe it's just my job but—"

daichi takes a deep breath, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. "what? what is it?" you step closer, and his eyes land on you again.

despite looking like an alcoholic mess, you still stood gorgeous in front of him. "but you worry me. so much. more than it should be." he finishes, hands falling to his sides.

your breath hitches slightly. that one had a little kick to it. you feel your heart in your throat. you feel your blood rush to your brain. you're feeling all emotions at once.

"what do you mean by that, officer?" you softly question, and you're no longer angry. you and daichi simply fall into a silence that's only filled with your racing heartbeat and unsaid thoughts that run through your head.

then, slowly, officer daichi takes your hand into his, looking down at you like you meant the world to him— and you probably do because he mutters gently: "i think i'm in love with you."

you feel your heart drop to your ass. in a good loving way, of course.

"s-sorry?" you breathe, for what feels like the first time.

"i'm in love with you, ms. troublemaker." he chuckles now, gazing at the floor nervously. "you are?" you question, like a detective interrogating.

as patient as daichi is, he responds once more. "i am."

you start to turn red at his words, starting to think that maybe you're still drunk and you're hallucinating things. but at the same time— you hope this isn't just some dream.

"gosh..." you're bashful, at a loss for words at his sudden confession. just moments ago, you were lashing out at each other, but now...

officer daichi speaks again, sensing the awkwardness, letting go of your hand. "my apologies, if it was so sudden, i know i'm just a policeman to you but i—"

you catch his wrist, taking a firm step forward, "no! no—" you exclaim, and his eyes widen. "you're not just a policeman, daichi. you're everything." you admit, "your smile, your kindness, the way you speak, the way you make me feel safe... it's everything to me."

he blushes now, hiding the bottom half of his face with his free hand. "i didn't— i didn't think you'd feel that way."

"i do." you respond quickly, "i do feel that way."

a beat passes, and you boldly place both hands on his cheeks. daichi stumbles back slightly, his hands holding your waist for stability.

"so i'm sorry for worrying you!" you exclaim, inhaling to calm yourself down before looking at him dead in the eyes. "and i love you too, officer."

and with your words, officer daichi couldn't help himself anymore.

he leans down, eyes shut and lips plump.

"w-wait!" you stop him with a hand on his lip, and his eyes open in confusion. "wait, i drank a lot of alcohol..." you mutter, removing yourself from his hold to get the bottle of water from earlier, chugging it down and cleaning your mouth.

daichi laughs, finding the moment comically endearing, and you find your way back into his arms. "okay, i'm ready now." you shut your eyes then, waiting for him to make a move.

the officer grins down at you, admiring the way you look, expectant and a mess. you peep, one eye open, with a sigh. "come on, don't keep me waiting."

"my apologies, ma'am," daichi teases, before landing his lips on yours. the most gentle, romantic kiss you've ever had. your heart almost leapt out your chest.

you were kissing the man of your dreams. hands on his shoulders, and his on your waist.

looks like getting in trouble often paid off.

you both gently pull away; eyes locked onto each other's. but you can't help it, a laugh escapes from the two of you.

"i think it's time for you to head home, ma'am." his forehead rests on yours, and your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight.

"only if you'll take me,"

"anything for my favorite citizen."

-

"by the way, how'd you find me back there?" you question, sipping your mos burger soda while you gaze at him as he drives.

he takes a bite from his burger with one hand, the other gripping on the steering wheel. muffled, he responds, "you texted me on facebook."

you gasp, "i did?" you feel embarrassed now, rushing to get your cracked phone out your purse.

"holy shit, i did!" you laugh, reading your hilarious messages, not to mention daichi's hilarious replies.

daichi huffs, glancing at your humored state before speaking, "you genuinely worried me, imagine getting 17 spam texts and 3 missed calls on facebook." he clicks his tongue, making a left on your street.

you grin, "oh well, now that you're with me, you're definitely getting those more often."

"i'm not complaining about it." officer daichi says.

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a/n: hey hoes... heres the daichi fic that took 5 business days to complete...

thank you anon for sending my first request! hope u enjoy ur daichi fic lol.