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[ Chuuya x Happiness Week 2018: #4]

They are precious and they have a certain atmosphere that makes us know that they have a lot of possible fluff and it makes both of them happy and contented with each other and asdioqwjdoiahsdioad

Also fic kinda turned Atsushi centric but Chuuya still becomes happy and they’re happy and I’m happy so I hope you’re all happy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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“Watch your back!”

Came a solid voice from across the space and Atsushi whirls
around almost immediately, using the momentum to deliver a punch to the hooded
enemy’s gut and sending him crashing to the nearby crates. He steps back again
to dodge a flurry of swings aimed at him and feels his back connect with the
shorter male’s shoulder, and by some instinct alone, he ducks, and a sharp kick
launches them like a bowling pin to their group. There was a collected groan from
them, resigned and out of breath, and Atsushi finally lets the tension seep out
of his body.

He takes one more deep breath before he finally lets his
brain catch up to the situation before him. He was, for the most part, in the
wrong place, at the wrong time, seeing the wrong people, and getting in the
wrong situations once more, which shouldn’t really be a surprise anymore
considering his luck, but he IS surprised.

Chuuya Nakahara walks up to the crumpled group of people on
the floor, saying some sort of threat about their smuggling and trespassing
activities, and all the while maintaining that composure that screams elegance
and demise with his scowl and crossed arms.

The leader of the
group, who was miraculously on top of the pile, stared in disbelief and fear,
nodding fiercely at each word said, and Atsushi somehow feels the same— the man’s
ability was to weaken muscle coordination, a sort of numbness where the limbs couldn’t
be felt at all, which was exactly why they were able to beat down a couple of
officers earlier that day, steal some guns, and rob a couple of stores downtown.

Atsushi, being assigned once more thanks to the laziness of
a certain bandaged man, ended up tracking them down straight to Mafia
territory, and he might’ve jumped into the fray a little too early to have it
considered “saving” some Mafia grunts from imminent play-time death by the
group. And just when he was actually in a tight spot because of the man’s
ability, the redhead came about, barking orders and forcing his way through the
ability’s limits and beating them up. That gave both parties quite the scare.

“Hey,”

Atsushi snaps back to reality, coming face to face with the
Executive’s sharp gaze, not the same as when he was glowering at those men, but
still enough to send a chill down his spine.

“Y-yes…?” Atsushi replies weakly, his sitting position on
the floor not helping his current situation. He couldn’t help it, now that he
was out of his tiger ability, the numbness on his legs were there again,
receding to merely pins and needles that were backed only by the tension he experienced
fighting beside a Mafia (in contrast to Akutagawa, and an Executive at that,).
Before he could try to move though, he was surprised to find the redhead
sitting down a couple of feet beside him, plopping both arms on his knees and
exhaling loudly.

“I’m only here because I had a rough day, ya got that?”
Chuuya says, emphasizing his spot on the floor, “Stupid ability couldn’t wait
for me to collapse in bed and sleep,” He adds a groan to that and Atsushi nods,
noting how more disheveled the other was that definitely wasn’t from the
earlier fight.

“Oh but hey, you have my thanks,”

There was a pause.

“U-uhm… for what…?” Atsushi was sure he was definitely
trespassing Mafia territory and even meddling with their affairs in a small
way.

“For my men,” Chuuya breaths in, “No casualties. At least
for tonight,” He flashes a small smile, eyeing on the younger teen, “And you
have quite the fighting style. Pretty straight forward, powerful even, not that
much direction but you adjust well to situations. I can see why Akutagawa likes
playing with you,”

Atsushi blinks, once, twice, before his face contorts to
that of pure horror, “Play?! He- He literally wants my guts on the floor!”

“I’m sure you can dodge that. Your reaction time to both
attacks and directions are high level if you ask me,”

Atsushi releases a shaky breath. There was a feeling of
reassurance that came with those words, a feeling of true acknowledgement that
came with the fact that the person beside him is one of the most feared people
in the Mafia- an Executive and an expert in martial artist- who was throwing
compliments at him as if it was normal. The tension from the earlier fight was
gone, and he was surprised to find the tension that was there earlier between
the two of them was just as invisible now as well.

“T-thank you as well,” Atsushi whispers, eyes now focused on
the tip of his shoes, “I don’t think I would’ve finished it without your help
though. If only Dazai-san didn’t decide to sleep in,”

Chuuya snorts, “Of course, he lets the kid do the dirty
work,”

“And paying his bills,”

“And doing the paperwork,”

Atsushi sighs, “Yes… doing the paperwork,”

There was another pause, and then Atsushi feels a hand pat
his back, an amused chuckle echoing beside him, “Piece of advice? Kick him out
the window. It worked wonders for me,”

Atsushi lets out a laugh, the nervousness finally melting
away with each breath, and the warmth on his back was doing wonders in easing
his numb muscles before he replies, “I’m not strong enough to do that and I don’t
think I really have the guts to,”

“Well you must’ve learned something from watching me, eh?”

Atsushi watches the older man’s face soften with the
moonlight, his grin almost ethereal, his hair a blazing flame in contrast to both
the blue hue bathing the warehouse and the black coat he wore. His red still
carried blood, held power with each drop, but it radiated warmth and a certain security
that allowed him to relax in his presence.

“I suppose so,”

And Chuuya just beams at him again.