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[rottmntsimp]

Oh to have a partner who'll hold your hands as they sit across from you, spitting out affirmations left and right, gently wiping away your tears....oh wait-

[drabblesanddreams]

8. Reunited kiss with Chuuya please uwu

I AM BACK YALL!!!!!!!!!! After like two-three weeks yall i am so sorry for the delay all i can say is - writers block, -summer school - mental health, but hey at least most of those are resolved now so ill be trying and catching up on my requests :)) I also have University starting soon so itll be even harder for me to post consistently but ill try and at least be active cuz i know im not, also would yall be interested in me writing for other fandoms? anyways heres the (shitty) request, enjoy yall!

Word count: 1k

TW: Violence in terms of bombs, nothing too graphic tho

Summary: Chuuya has left you behind in order to resolve a mission that has gone wrong, now you cant find him.

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest as you mindlessly pushed through the crowd. You barely registered the people rushing past you. Shoulders knocking against shoulders, screams filling the air, there was simply no other word to describe the centre district of Yokohama then just pure chaos.

Ten minutes ago, a bomb had gone off, causing damage to the buildings surrounding it which not only caused injuries due to the rubble but also understandable widespread panic.

Twenty minutes ago, you had just been enjoying a wonderful date with your long-term boyfriend when he had received an urgent message from the mafia. Why he was called and not you were a question you would’ve asked yourself if you had the time, but you didn’t. Because soon after, Chuuya had dashed off after glancing at his phone with a hard-set face, not only leaving you breathless and confused but also in a state of panic just as the civilians of the city.

You had waited in the evacuation area, desperately looking for any signs of Chuuya, but to no avail, he was nowhere to be found just yet. It was only when a second bomb had gone off that you ignored the protests of the police in trying to hold you back and made your way to the danger zone. The police had no idea who they were dealing with if they were trying to hold you back, (Y/N), member of the acclaimed Port-Mafia.

Normally, you would have held the same confidence in Chuuya’s abilities but after his recent injuries due to over-use in his abilities, it was safe to say that you were more worried than usual.  The mafia, after all, always carried the risk of fatal injuries.

You grit your teeth angrily as you thought how exactly he left you behind. He was always like that, on to one thing and the next. He never stayed in one spot for long, no wonder he excelled in the mafia.

You pushed the closest person away harshly as you ran forward. You stood on your tiptoes, frantically looking all around as you desperately tried catching a glance of orange. But there was no sign of him at all. You rubbed your sweaty palms on the denim of your jeans before standing back down.

The crowd was greatly thinning at this point and you still couldn’t catch a glimpse of his eye-catching hair or that stupid hat that he always sports. You couldn’t even see his figure flashing in and out of the rubble, the one place where he was sure to be fighting an enemy.

You shook your head, a cold sweat dripping down your feverish skin as your heart rate sped up just ever so. It wasn’t until you took another step forward that a third bomb had gone off.

Almost immediately, you clapped your hands over your ears, shielding them from the loud noise as you hit the ground. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited until the screams had died down before doing anything. Even then, you made sure the only noise you were hearing was your heartbeat in your ears before hesitantly opening your eyes.

You struggled to get up, staggering forwards slightly as you blinked a few times. You took in the scene before you, an awful environment of injured bodies and wreckage. It looked like this bomb wasn’t as big as the first one nor as powerful, thank the gods.

You shook your head clear of your thoughts as you focused on your objective once more.

You moved forward as you rapidly scanned the roads for still any sign of Chuuya. You gnawed on your lip and felt your eyes water slightly, ready to give up when-

“(Y/N)?”

At the call of your name, you perked up slightly. Feeling your self-pity halt for a moment, you turned around slowly with scrunched brows, seeing who called your name.

And lo and behold, there he was. It was Chuuya, standing there with perfectly unscorched clothes and a raised brow as well as that stupid hat of his. He was clearly questioning your appearance.

“What the...” he started as he moved towards you, “What are you doing here?” he demanded as he reached forward to cup your cheek.

“Me…” you repeated slowly, “Me..? What I’m doing here?”, feeling hot white anger fill you before slapping his hand away, “What the hell were you doing here ?!” You furiously shouted at him as you slapped his chest with each syllable.

You took pleasure in the slight shock that took over his face, “Wha- “but you didn’t let him finish. Like hell you were going to let him finish after the hell he had just put you through.  

“Do you know what the hell you just put me through? Leaving me like that?” you hotly yelled, “I mean, what the hell were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous that was, how you're still injured that something serious could’ve actually happened and I wouldn’t even be there in case anything did happen!” You finished as your voice cracked, betraying your angry façade as his eyes softened.

“Hey,” he said softly, “It's okay, I’m alright I promise”

But that wasn’t good enough for you, “No!” you shook your head, pushing him away as the tears welled up once more, “You can't just leave me behind like that every time you rush off to fight that’s not fair, I-I mean what am I supposed to do if you actually di-died,” you stuttered, feeling overwhelmed as you sobbed, “I c-can’t I-me-“ suddenly your next sentence was cut off as you felt the slight pressure of Chuuya’s lips against your own.

Almost immediately, you relaxed, taking in the comfort of the familiar taste of him. You tilt your head and pull him closer to you, never wanting to leave his side again. You pulled away slightly, him brushing his nose against yours in a tactic to calm you down, which defiantly worked.

He pulled you to his chest as you held on tightly to him, “It's alright, everything’s alright now…”