#cracked susnshine

Note: Sorry this took a while! I absolutely loved the idea. This is my first time writing Chika, so I hope I did him justice and kept him in character.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Sakura Haruka°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You were on your way home when a voice cut through the evening air.

“That half half bastard—”

Your steps slowed.

You already knew who they meant. There was only one person in this town with that description.

You stopped completely, eyes drifting toward the alley where a small group lounged, laughing like they owned the night.

“Hah! I’ll go all out once I see that stupid monochrome freak.”

“Do that. I’ll make sure to land a punch too.”

You stepped forward.

“Are you perhaps talking about Sakura kun?”

And that’s when hell began.

--

By the time Sakura arrived, it was because a small kid had run up to him, frantic and breathless, babbling about someone with your description getting jumped by a bunch of guys.

“Y/N—!”

And then he froze.

Your hands were still gripping the collar of one of the men you’d been beating senseless. When you noticed Sakura, you let go immediately, the guy crumpling to the ground behind you.

You turned, face soft and innocent.

“Sakura kun! You came!” Your voice wavered with sudden relief.

“Huh...?”

“I was so scared...”

Your eyes shimmered, glassy, lashes trembling just enough to sell it.

Sakura gulped.

His instincts screamed to pull you close—but something felt.. off. Still, he brushed it aside.

Surely he was mistaken. Surely you were just helping the guy stand up.

Yeah that was it, you were just helping the poor guy stand up...!

“But you’re finally here!” you continued, relief spilling into your voice.

He rushed to you, scanning your face, your arms, your hands.

“Are you hurt? What happened to those guys?”

You glanced back at the men sprawled across the alley.

“Hm... I don’t know,” you murmured softly. “These terrible guys just…”

He opened his mouth to question you—

And then your face brightened.

“Ah, there he is!”

You pointed.

A random Bofurin guy passing by nearly jumped out of his skin, pointing at himself in confusion.

“Yeah, He was the one who beat them all up.”

The guy panicked instantly.

“W-what?! No, it wasn’t me! It was actually—”

“Oh?” Sakura tilted his head, interest piqued. Typical Sakura.

“You don’t really look like it. What year are you? class?”

“H-huh?! I-it’s not me! It’s actually—”

Behind Sakura’s back, your eyes met the boy’s.

Your smile never changed. But your glare promised something else.

'Say another word. And you’re next.'

The guy swallowed.

“...Yes,” he said weakly. “It was me.”

And Sakura believed it.

--

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟSuo Hayato ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

You didn’t like it.

You really didn’t like how these stupid brats thought they were any better than Suo—thinking they could gang up on him just because he looked calm, polite, harmless.

You were supposed to be meeting soon for a date. A quiet one. Basically about tea leaves.

Suo had been excited too—eyes lighting up when he mentioned a new blend the shop had just imported.

And now?

These idiots had ruined your mood. You accidentally heard their talks and that was it.

'Ah… I need to finish this fast,' you thought calmly. 'Suo’s favorite tea shop is near here.'

The stick in your hands swung once more.

Then—

“Y/N? Is that you?”

That smooth, familiar voice reached you from behind.

Your breath hitched.

You let the stick slip from your fingers like it had never belonged to you at all. It clattered uselessly against the pavement, forgotten.

“Suo kun!”

You turned instantly, eyes wide, relief pouring into your expression like it had been waiting for its cue

“I was so scared!”

You slipped behind him without hesitation, fingers curling lightly into his sleeve—as if seeking safety, as if trembling.

Now in front of you, the men you’d beaten lay nearly lifeless, faces pressed to the pavement like they were kissing the ground in apology.

Suo blinked.

Once.

Twice.

This was... new.

For the first time in a long while, Suo wasn’t entirely sure he trusted what he was seeing.

“Eh…?” he said mildly. “But just now, I saw you holding a stick—”

“Hm?” You tilted your head, lashes fluttering.

“A stick...?” you echoed softly.

“I don’t think so. I’m not even sure what I was holding—was I really holding one?”

Suo stared at you for a moment—then nodded, almost dazed.

“You’re right,” he said with a soft chuckle. “There’s no way someone as sweet as you could carry such a big stick, right?”

You smiled.

That’s when you noticed Sugishita approaching.

Your eyes met his.

“Ah, Sugishita san!” you said brightly.

“You came back!”

Both you and Suo turned your attention to him. The tall boy stopped, visibly confused, gaze flicking from you...to the bodies...to Suo.

“Sugishita san was actually the one who helped take care of these guys,” you added casually.

His brows furrowed.

“Hah? What the hell are you—”

You mouthed the words slowly, clearly.

'I’ll poison Hajime’s plants. And I’ll make sure everyone thinks it was you.'

Sugishita went rigid.

....

“...'s was me,” he muttered, barely louder than a whisper.

Suo’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Oh? is that so?” he smiled warmly. “How admirable of you, Sugishita kun.”

He patted the taller boy’s shoulder—ignoring the way Sugishita stiffened beneath the touch.

Sugishita said nothing more.

And you stayed close to Suo’s side, fingers still curled into his sleeve, smiling sweetly as if nothing had happened at all.

But Suo knew.

And strangely…

He didn’t dislike it.

--

.•*•.•*•.Chika Takiishi.•*•.•*•.

Right.

Idiots really thought they could corner Chika—just because they found out he favored you.

You.

The harmless looking hamster.

A little ball of sunshine always hovering near that merciless tiger who did whatever he pleased... alongside Endo, the black dog who bit first and laughed later.

To them, you were perfect.

A weak point.

A sacrifice.

The key to making gods fall.

That’s what they thought.

So when they finally cornered you—on your way to meet Chika, excited to drag him to that new store you’d found—you almost laughed.

'Ah.. my shoes are stained now,' you thought flatly, staring at the scuff marks.

How annoying.

You’d nearly ended the stupid group right then and there, just to teach them a lesson.

Then—

“Y/n.”

That cool, familiar voice came from behind you.

You flinched—just a little—before turning around.

“Ah, Chika kun,” you smiled, relief blooming perfectly on cue. “Thank God you’re here.”

His eyes slid past you.

To the mess.

Bodies scattered like trash, groaning, unmoving.

He looked back at you, gaze sharp—quietly questioning '...What’s this?'

“Oh, that?” You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmn.. I actually don’t know. They just appeared and—and…”

Your voice faltered.

“I really don’t know, Chika kun.”

Your expression folded into a small, troubled frown—cute, almost pitiful—as if you were genuinely distressed by the presence of such people.

Your eyes lifted to his, wide and innocent, screaming I don’t know anything.

Chika stared at you for a long moment.

Then his gaze dropped back to the guys sprawled below, about to open his mouth again.

“Ho—what’s this mess?” Endo’s voice chimed in as he stepped into view, amusement dripping from every syllable.

Your face lit up.

“Ah,” you said brightly, almost proudly, “Endo definitely did this.”

Chika’s eyes slid to him.

Endo blinked. “...What?”

“Hah. There’s no way I’d do something so sloppy—”

He stopped.

Because your eyes met his.

Endo exhaled through his nose.

Yeah. He did have a soft spot for you—and you knew better than to waste it.

“...Right,” he said lazily. “I was in the mood to beat some stupid brats.”

Chika only hummed lazily, eyes flicking briefly toward the bodies.

“You suck—could've called me.”

Endo shrugged. “Didn’t feel like sharing.”

You stepped closer to Chika, looping your arm around his casually, smile sweet as ever.

And the men on the ground?

They finally understood.

They hadn’t cornered prey.

They’d cornered something far worse.