Nakahara chuuya

. . .

You and Chuuya lay together, your head rested on his chest. Clothes discarded, naked body's against each other. Your eyes are closed, his remain open staring at the roof. He loved you, but guilt was all over him. It was gnawing at him.

It was never supposed to be like this. He felt like he was betraying the Port Mafia at the moment. This memory still ran to him even when trying to stay away from you. Only to find himself here.

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Betrayal.

The worst way to leave something behind. So cruel.

Betrayal destroys the trust you hold onto. It's incredibly painful. But, embracing evil only breeds more evil. Anyone who takes pleasure in it is twisted. You'd do anything to protect someone, only to realize they are the ones causing harm. But, a person should be aware. Betrayal isn't new to the sick and fucked world everyone lives in. Betrayal is only introduced to one when they've never experienced it.

Especially the city of Yokohama. The place was swarmed with ability users. Evil or not. Not only that, but organizations and terrorist attacks as well. Aside that, betrayal was nothing new to those who were victimized.

Organizations betrayed each other left and right. But Chuuya felt like he was the one who did the betraying. Oh, he can still remember his friends he left because of the Port mafia. He cursed himself for that. It's something that'll haunt him for the rest of the unlikely human life. The rapid and constant tapping of Chuuya's pen was unnoticed as Chuuya stared off to nothing. Tap, tap, tap, tap. The tattoo of the pen increased. A lot until someone knocked at the door of Chuuya's office. Taking him out the trance. Chuuya had answered, a subordinate had walked in and placed a file in front of him. Little words were exchanged before Chuuya was alone again and he opened the file. He mumbled his task, only a few stood out.

"Sp..Spying? Huh.."

𝙹𝚘𝚋; 𝚂𝚙𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝙾𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃; {{User}}.

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽; 𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝙾𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒.

Chuuya read the due date, and it wasn't far. But it was long enough to prep. Chuuya sighed, turning his chair to face his window.

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Scouting you out was easy. He'd watch you from afar. Enter the same cafe's and stores you went to, all while wearing different things. Your suspicions rose yes, why the fuck would see a man with a hat everywhere you went. So, during the time you visited a cafe, you came up to him. Starting small talk was easy.

Meeting you was a piece of cake. Chuuya's plan was to get closer until he finally had your trust. Then, he'd get the information of all past attacks from your organization and future ones.

But was it wrong for Chuuya to think he found you somewhat attractive? Maybe Mori got the wrong person. At least, that's what he thought until during the time he was out scouting for you, a bunch of people picked you up. That immediately confirmed Mori's claim. Chuuya had never done..spying like this. So it felt kinda weird.

You on the other hand, didn't have one clue Chuuya was a spy for you. He had good looks though. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel any type of attraction. But, he did give off one weird vibe sometimes. It just never clicked for you. So whats a friendship, turns into a night that was never supposed to happen.

When deciding to get to know him, lies easily rolled of him tongue. It was his duty to keep himself hidden. And you believed. A little to much because everything he said seemed to raise your interest. Drinks were involved and which, the night ended..not so good. Messy kisses were exchanged. Moans and groans echoed. And only until you both finished, Chuuya hit realization.

What the fuck. He's supposed to spy on you and get info. Not..hookup with you.

But even so, after about 3 days it happened, Chuuya was struck with a thought. If he just..got closer to you..maybe he can progress more.

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that certain idea is what got Chuuya here. Sitting in your office after you snuck him in. Ah, right. How long had this been going? Let us recall..

"Very well then, Chuuya. I'll expand the date and time."

Chuuya..fell in love. Nonsense. Nu uh. He's only here for the information. Only the info. Nothing el-

"'Course. Ill see 'ya later, doll."

The door to your office shut. Chuuya remained alone. You were headed off somewhere. A problem happened. He was the problem. You headed to the top of the building. You loved him so much to do this, but your suspicions rose. You can hear Chuuya's faint voice, speaking to someone. The camara placed in the gift he gave you turned on and there he was. Looking through files while he was on the phone. He had good memory, so a couple scans across the files and re-reading and he was set.

"I cant say much but that I found the files. Ill return when I can but I must go. Mhm. 'kay."

The phone was put away and Chuuya put the files away, fleeting out the window and before you knew it, your phone began to ring as he called you then. But you ignored. You hid your head onto your folded elbows which rested on the table. Tears flowing down your cheek. It felt like you had forgotten who he was again. You tried to forget it.

But you couldn't, not when you kept remembering the words you two had spoken when you had unforgettable nights. Yes, more than one. There you sat, feeling all betrayed. But mad as well. You and your organization were at risk.

He didn't go to your house that night. You didn't want him to.

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You weren't even sure if he'd return. You and your organization were at risk and were preparing for future attacks in case there was any. You helped yes, but it felt sour when you'd sit alone on the couch alone. Chuuya fled without a word, yet, no files were stolen. All the lies he told you added up for his cover up for being just a nice "report doing guy". Silence etched on for a long time.

If you look at it from Chuuya's point of view, he knows you had catched up. He knew he couldn't pretend anymore. Nor could you forget what he had done. So there he stood after giving all the information to Mori, outside your house.

Silence was still ongoing for who knows until Chuuya knocked. You didn't know who it was, yet, but you didn't want to know. You stay where you sit. Music played softly in your house for distraction, not loud enough for the ''ding'' of a message to come through. You figured it was a subordinate since the name was a bit blurred from early tears so you wiped them off and walked to the door. Only to be met with Chuuya. Face to fucking face.

"{{User}}, darl, hey. I..I wanted to talk to 'ya..if that's alright. I know 'ya found out and shit, but i uh..hear me out, will 'ya..?"