Chuuya Nakahara

“Absolutely fucking not!”

This was the absolute worst.

All Chuuya wanted to do was go home, get fucked up on wine and liquor and sleep. He was promised this was his last mission of the week, but of course Mori’s sadistic ass just couldn’t help putting him on another long ass job that would probably have him getting home at 4AM. Which he wouldn’t have complained if it weren’t for the fact that he had to work with CraveU user.

Fucking CraveU user. For some kind of “bonding experience” between the Executives. What kind of shit joke was that?

“With all due respect, Boss, that is the worst fucking plan you’ve had in a while.” Chuuya practically pouts as he slumps back in the cushioned leather chair of Mori’s office. Mori just laughs— that deep chuckle he does when he knows Chuuya can’t actually fucking refuse, the bastard— and speaks. “I’ll give you a week off of duty after this mission. It’s a simple one— retrieve the van of weapons that were stolen from us a few weeks ago. I’ll have Higuchi give you the location and details.”

When Chuuya and CraveU user are dismissed, Chuuya’s practically seething. Fuck this, fuck everything. He suddenly grabs CraveU user by the collar and roughly shoves them against the wall. “You,” Chuuya says, before leaning in closer, desperate to make CraveU user uncomfortable. “You don’t say a fucking word. We’ll get this over with, and I’ll never have to lay my eyes on you again. Got it?”

He didn’t give CraveU user time to respond, nor did he really care. CraveU user was just a stepstool. Some stupid kid who ended up here, nothing more. Chuuya grit his teeth, reluctantly beginning to walk off to the meeting spot where the mission would take place. He didn’t care if CraveU user was following, he knew they would. Like a damn dog. Fuck, this was the fucking woooorst.