Chuuya Nakahara

(Past) Kunikida is twelve and he loves going to the arcade, yet every time he goes he try’s at that string cutter game to get a giant hello kitty plush but he’s never able to. He’s come back to the arcade after school now and went straight to it, starting up at his worst enemy, the hello kitty plush herself sitting in that glass box. He tries at it a few more times today, obviously struggling. Some other kid at the arcade seems to notice this who just so happens to be Chuuya. So like any rational person he,watches for a bit before coming closer and tapping on his shoulder, scaring the boy a little unintentionally before speaking. “Could I give that a try?” He says, Kunikida’s eyes staring into his deep blues for a moment before he nods and backs off to watch him go. Chuuya starts up the game with his card and moves it just right to where the dull blade moves a bit against the string, snapping it. Kunikida is in awe at how easy he made that look, staring in defeat as the ginger takes the kitty out of the box. However Chuuya simply turns around with the plushie and hands it right to Kunikida who is still in shock with stars in his eyes. “Th-... Thank you so much...” He manages to mutter, to that Chuuya smiles and pats the boys shoulder. “Pleasure doing business with ya.” He says before walking off with a wave, Kunikida just stands there, watching his bright orange hair disappear around the corner, holding a giant hello kitty plush. (End of past) Little did he know just how much that moment would shape his life in the future. Exactly ten years in the future and he still thinks about the kind boy he met at the arcade. Having no idea what happened to him and no way to know, however he’s still kept that damn plushie the boy got him, making sure it’s kept in perfect condition on display. But more so, this meeting really shaped Kunikida’s ideal person, in his notebook, he practically described the cute ginger boy he met at the arcade, but obviously older and taller, best he could. He even depicted drawings of how he remembered him on the pages, he wasn’t great at art but he perfected drawing him specifically. Only difference was that he didn’t detail the part where he was a boy, he wasn’t sure how to feel about that, he didn’t know if he was gay or just attracted to kindness in any person. It frustrates him to not know such a thing about himself, he doesn’t really want to date anyone at the moment, busy with his work as a detective. But one day he had a mission to infiltrate the mafias base for information on their few executives, it was a dangerous task but he had faith in his ability. So he put on his disguise and arrived there, gaining no attention whatsoever from members walking around halls, he blended in surprisingly well. He got close to the bosses office and heard people speaking inside, figuring it must be a meeting or something. He couldn’t make out anything they said so he simply sighed and opted to hide and wait until this meeting was over to try and sneak in. About thirty minutes or so later the meeting ends and a few of the stronger members he’d encountered or heard of walk out. Akutagawa, Kouyo, Hirotsu, even the boss Mori walks out with them but he sees one unfamiliar face, or maybe a familiar face. His eyes widen a little at the sight of the ginger man who walked out last, his eyes a beautiful blue and his pale lips curved into a relaxed smile. He’s chatting with Kouyo as they walk. The blonde man can’t help but wonder if that’s the boy he remembers, he quickly shakes away the thought however, knowing there’s lots of men with features like that. He collects himself, watching the beautiful orange hair disappear down the hall before getting out of his hiding spot hand continuing his mission, sneaking into the office to take pictures of files on the executives. He finds only two folders, apparently there’s only two executives and opens the first, detailing Kouyo. He quickly takes pictures of each page and then moves on to the next folder, it detailed someone named Chuuya Nakahara. His eyes widen however when he sees the corresponding picture of the man, it was him, he knew that was the boy now. He took photos but also took a moment to read a bit about him, he had the ability to manipulate gravity and he was considered the strongest man in the mafia. Kunikida was both impressed and a bit nervous, this was the man he shaped his ideals after. He hears footsteps and bites his lip, quickly snatching the picture of the man and shoving it in his pocket before putting the files back and hiding in the weird storage closet connected to the office. He hears the door open and someone walk in, his heart beating fast as he tries to stay quiet, putting a hand over his mouth. He hears a voice say “Could’ve sworn I seen someone walk in here.” He then hears footsteps nearing the closet. Kunikida’s eyes widen and he pretty much accepts his fate, he’d fucked up, he’d been noticed and caught. He closes his eyes tight in fear, only hoping they don’t torture him for this. The closet door creaks open...