chuuya nakahara x fem! reader (fluff)
Character/s : Chuuya Nakahara
Fandom : Bungou Stray Dogs
Genre : fluff
Warnings : gore, death, guns, drugs
"Who are you? Death?"
"Sometimes. Not today."
Y/N loved messing with people. She considered it one of her many talents. Being able to enrage anybody, even the calmest people, was always fun. And, she especially adored annoying Chuuya Nakahara, one of her co-workers. The faces he made were priceless.
"Will you stop being so loud?" The said ginger-haired man finally snapped at Y/N. It was one thing that she had entered his office without permission, but it was another for her to sip on her drink as obnoxiously as possible.
Y/N, expecting his outburst, just smirked and continued to drink her coffee. Chuuya's eye twitched and he gritted his teeth. Oh, how he wished to punch Y/N. Unfortunely for him, he respected women and he, may or may not, have a teeny, tiny crush on her.
"So, babe, what are we doing today?" Y/N asked. Chuuya let out a loud sigh. There it was, that damn nickname that got Chuuya blushing. He hated how she made him feel so powerless. But, at least it gave Y/N amusement.
Chuuya and Y/N weren't actually dating, but everybody could see the enormous amount of tension between the two young adults. Heck, even the Detective Agency could.
"Yoo-hoo, earth of Chuuya." The male jumped when Y/N poked his cheek.
"Don't touch me," Chuuya growled. Y/N giggled. Her eyes darted to glance at Chuuya's lips for a split second. He was so close. With just leaning forward, Y/N could probably kiss him. "Hey, brat," Chuuya mumbled, voice soft. His cheeks were flushed red and he looked anywhere but at Y/N. She hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to crash her lips onto Chuuya's.
The ginger-haired man inched closer, lips brushing hers. Y/N smiled slightly.
"Executive Chuuya! We caught the susp-" Higuchi stopped in her tracks. She cleared her throat, feeling awkward.
"Ahem... Sorry, was I interrupting something? Uh... we just caught the suspect. He's in the basement. Just... Just thought you'd like to know that... I'll be going now, bye." The blonde woman left in a hurry, embarrassed.
"Man," Y/N stood up straight, laughing, "I can't believe we were about to kiss!" Chuuya snorted.
"I know right! I would never kiss you!"
"Yeah! And, I would never kiss you!"
As their laughter faded away, the two individuals found themselves wishing that Higuchi hadn't interrupted them. Maybe then they could've confessed their true feelings for each other.
"Well, I need to go. Catch ya later Chuuya!" Y/N grabbed her drink, the liquid warming her cold fingers. Chuuya clicked his tongue, trying to get back into character.
"Yeah, whatever." He grumbled.
Y/N exited his office and closed the doors behind her. Her smile faltered and, eventually, dropped.
"Why are emotions so complicated?" She mumbled to herself.
"Oh, for goodness sake, just confess already." Y/N was surprised to see Akutagawa leaning on the doorframe, hands in his pockets. "It's near painful to watch you guys flirt one minute and then say they don't like you back the next. You both have mutual feelings for each other, SO FUCKING CONFESS ALREADY YOU DUMBASS!" Y/N blinked. Never in her life had she expected to see Akutagawa, her usually cold superior, yell over something as trivial as her love life.
He glared at her and let out a cough.
"I'll be going now. Don't forget about your mission with Chuuya. It starts in a few hours. It's vital that you capture our last suspect." The man spun around and waltzed away, leaving Y/N in a daze. She stared at his back, utterly confused.
"What on earth was that?" She muttered, arching an eyebrow. The H/C-haired girl huffed and shook her head. She decided not to dwell on Akutagawa's strange behavior and, instead, prepare for her assignment with Chuuya.
She hurried into her room, grabbing her trusty handgun and dagger. They were gifts from Chuuya and a former mafia member who went by the name of Dazai. He was in the Agency now and was as annoying as ever.
Y/N hummed as she slid her gun into her thigh holster and shoved her dagger into a small purse. She also added things such as a taser, some lip balm, a mini pocket knife, a plaster or two, and some paracetamol just in case.
"I see you're prepared." A deep voice behind Y/N suddenly startled her. She flinched spun around, pulling out her gun. She pointed it at the intruder and almost sighed in relief when she saw it was just Chuuya.
"I thought you were in your office," Y/N muttered, lowering her weapon. The man shrugged.
"I decided to push the mission forward. We leave now." Y/N nodded.
"Sure thing boss." Y/N slung her purse over her shoulder, "Let's go." She brushed past him, acting as if she was in charge. Chuuya watched her before he let out a loud chuckle, amused by her antics. "You gonna hurry up or what?" Now she was doing a voice impression of Akutagawa.
Chuuya shook his head, grinning. He took the hat that seemed to be permanently glued to his head and placed it on Y/N's as he walked past. Enemies to lovers arc? I think so.
Y/N was surprised to see Chuuya without his hat, but she wasn't complaining. That man was hot either way.
As the pair exited the building, Y/N's stomach dropped when she saw Chuuya motorbike already waiting for them. She paled.
"Oh no... not again." She could still remember the last time she rode on that thing with her subcordate. She ended up puking for five minutes straight while Chuuya did everything he could to stop her.
"Well, unless your car is finally fixed, this is the only way we can get around." Chuuya held out a helmet for Y/N and she hesitantly took it. "Do be a dear and hold onto my hat tightly." The ginger-haired man said before putting his helmet on. Y/N gulped, grabbing his hat and following his lead.
She slowly climbed onto the bike, hands gently holding Chuuya's waist. She was clutching his hat tightly, mentally swearing at herself for not bringing a bigger bag. She could've just shoved his hat into it.
Chuuya started up the motorbike and, in under five seconds, they were off. Y/N tried not to feel sick, but it was hard with all the twists and turns Chuuya was performing. She hugged Chuuya's waist with a firm grip, refusing to let go. The male didn't mind. In fact, he rather enjoyed it.
It took ten minutes to reach the designated spot and the moment Chuuya stopped, Y/N pulled off her helmet, jumped off her senior's bike, and puked. Chuuya took his helmet off with less force than Y/N. He calmly walked over to her, pulling her hair back so that it didn't get anything gross in it.
Y/N coughed and spluttered. Eventually, she stopped throwing up.
"You ready?" Chuuya questioned. Y/N weakly nodded. "You know the plan. You go in first, distract them. I'll take it from there." As Y/N began to walk off, Chuuya suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "One more thing. When we get back to headquarters, you are going to take a rest. No more work for the day." Again, all he received was a nod.
Chuuya let go, allowing Y/N to carry on with the scheme. She peeked around the corner, looking for any guards. Chuuya and her were outside an abandoned warehouse. Their suspect was a drug dealer who sold every drug known to man, even the illegal ones. Y/N didn't exactly know why she was kidnapping him, but whatever floats Akutagawa's boat.
Y/N continued to snoop around and she finally stumbled upon some people.
"You think the mafia are after us?" One guard said. His coworker shrugged.
"They might be after the big man. Who knows."
In a split second, Y/N pulled out her gun and shot one of them in the forehead. They fell to the ground, dead. The other guard looked around, weapon raised.
"Who are you?" They called out. "Death?" Y/N fired another bullet. It missed their arm by an inch. Damn, lucky bastard.
Y/N stood up from her crouching position and stepped into the light, making herself known. She pointed her handgun at the guard, smirking.
"Sometimes. Not today." She said. The guard was about to shout for backup, but Y/N killed them before they could. She clicked her tongue. "What a mess." She muttered before slipping into the warehouse. Chuuya was already inside, tormenting the drug dealer.
"Just tell me where the damn Marijuana is!" Chuuya shouted, kicking the man. Y/N crept around in the dark, her presence unknown to the two males.
"I'll never talk!" The dealer growled, spitting on Chuuya's newly polished shoes. Y/N's eye twitched in annoyance. She had spent hours polishing those.
"You damn idiot! What the fuck!" As Chuuya tried to wipe the spit off his shoe, the drug dealer grabbed a gun and was about to shoot Chuuya. Y/N, however, reacted quicker. She sent a bullet his way. It embedded itself into the dealer's skull, killing him.
"You should pay more attention to your surroundings." Y/N smugly said, kicking a wooden crate. The lid fell off and drugs spilled out of it.
Chuuya waltzed towards, hands in his pockets. He seemed relaxed... too relaxed for someone who was about to get shot.
Without hesitation, Chuuya grabbed Y/N's chin by force and kissed her. Y/N let out a muffled gasp of surprise. The kiss lasted for a few long seconds before Chuuya finally pulled away. He patted Y/N's head, finding how flustered she was cute.
"E-Eh?! Why didn't you give me a warning?!" Y/N exclaimed, cheeks glowing bright red. Chuuya shrugged as he glanced at the dead body of the drug dealer.
"... We can't do anything with him now. But, he's our winning man. One way or another, he would've been killed away." Uttered Chuuya. He turned around, walking towards the exit of the warehouse. "Come on, Akutagawa will be waiting." Y/N scrambled after him, still embarrassed. It showed, which made Chuuya laugh.
"By the way, your lips taste like vomit."
"OH, NO SHIT SHERLOCK. I WONDER WHY."
"I'm kidding darling, learn to take a joke."
"... You have five seconds to run before I punch you in the balls."