Request From @shadowlightstorm: Can I Request Chikage Almost Losing The Reader, With Romance And A First

Request from @shadowlightstorm: Can I request Chikage almost losing the reader, with romance and a first kiss?

This fic was a MONSTER to finish because my brain wanted to go really ham on it. Due to that, it ended up being much more intense than I anticipated, but I hope you enjoy!!

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TW/CW: Guns, depictions of violence, strong language, scenes of peril

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Sakuya asked nervously.

“Chillax, Sakusaku! Chikachon tends to come home late a lot, it’s kinda his thing!” Kazunari exclaimed, trying to calm him.

“But MIDNIGHT?! I’d think he’d be done with work by now.” Banri piped up.

The dorms were in chaos. This was the fifth night in a row that Chikage had come home late from work. Sure, it was a common occurrence, especially given that he seemed to live a double life, but after “the incident” it had dwindled.

If that was the case, then why was he staying out now?

Itaru had come home hours ago, simply stating that Chikage had to work overtime, but last time you checked, overtime didn’t go this late, nor was it this frequent.

“If everybody could just calm down for a sec, we could actually figure this out.” You loudly proclaimed in an attempt to quiet the constant chatter.

“Well, what do you want us to do?” Banri asked, sneering.

“I don’t know, send a search party or something?” You suggested nervously.

“What would that do? I’m sure he doesn’t want to be bothered with whatever he’s doing.” Sakyo complained.

“Well, I don’t know, he could be in danger!” You exclaimed.

“Knowing Chikage, I think he can handle whatever he’s dealing with.” Sakyo rebutted.

You sighed, already over this conversation.

“Fine. I’ll call him, and if he doesn’t pick up, I’ll go searching for him.”

“If you go out, I’ll come too.” Masumi added desperately.

“Absolutely not.” Tsuzuru butt in, grabbing Masumi’s shoulders to steer him away from you.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, selected Chikage’s contact, and called him up.

One ring. Nothing, as expected.

Two rings. Nothing, once more.

Three rings. Chikage, please…

Four.

Five. “The number you called is curren-“ you hung up.

“Well, that’s that, I’m going.”

“Fine,” Sakyo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then gripped your shoulders forcefully, making sure your eyes met.

“Please be careful. I don’t want this company being put in jeopardy because our director got kidnapped or something.”

You faked a carefree smile.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry! And even if I do get kidnapped, I know things will probably turn out okay. I mean, it’s happened before, right?”

No matter how jokingly you said those things, you felt that trauma flash back at you. No matter how much you tried not to worry, you felt yourself shake.

But now wasn’t the time for that, you thought as you stood up from the clutch to go to the door and bid the company farewell for a bit. You grabbed your bag, stuffed your essentials into it, then said goodbye to everyone.

The streets of Veludo always felt different at night. They were empty, with no street acts, and everybody was either watching or barely leaving a performance. Due to that, the city stayed relatively crime-free.

Relatively. You know, given the fact that you’d encountered shady characters in the past.

Either way, your search for Chikage had been fruitless. It may have been easier if you’d known any of his coworkers or if he picked up his phone, but even so, there was always the possibility of some trickery afoot.

Given that this was Chikage, those chances were raised.

Suddenly, you saw a swatch of green pass by you.

You turned around, hoping to find your missing member, only to see nothing but a dark alleyway behind you. Peeking in, there was a glint of light that shone, reflecting more green and a tall figure.

You gasped.

Fucking FINALLY.

You wanted to shout his name, to come closer, but you were stopped when you made out how vigorously he was moving.

That can’t be good.

From the little light you had, you noticed another figure with him.

There were no discernible features, all you could see was their black hood. That, and that they too were jumping and throwing punches.

Your eyes shot open, and you quickly attempted to maneuver to press your back against the front of the building that flanked the alleyway.

Unfortunately, the figure saw you before you managed to get away. You felt them yank your wrist, gripping it so tightly that your skin paled, pulling you into their fight.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

“Chikag-“ you were cut off by their hand clamping over your mouth.

In the faint light, you could see Chikage’s face shift from determination to horror in a matter of seconds.

“Director, what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, worry and disdain filling his voice.

Your response only came out as muffled screams.

“Ah, a director, huh? How strange. Someone who’s apparently above you can’t fight for themself?”

As an attempt of get the figure to holding you hostage to shut up, you spat on his hand.

Sadly, that only made the situation worse.

“What is wrong with you, you little slut?!” He screeched, taking their hand from your mouth to wipe it on their pants, “That’s it, you really asked for this, didn’t you?” With that, they pulled out a gun, holding it to your head.

You felt your blood run cold.

“Struggle, and you get shot. Got it?”

Chikage could only watch in terror as you silently pleaded for your life, not trying to provoke your captor. His eyes darted around the scene, trying to find a way to escape with both of you safe.

The figure sneered.

“Come on, aren’t you gonna save them? Don’t you LOVE them?! If that’s the case, why don’t you go on and do it?!!”

That was the final straw.

In a split second, the enemy was disarmed, your wrists were free, and you were held by a very angry Chikage with a gun pointed towards a man’s head.

“Now, how about we make a new deal, hm? Either you keep quiet about this and nothing happens, you make a scene and we turn you in to the police, or you try anything funny and you get shot. So, how about it?”

Chikage’s eyes were filled with manic, a deranged smirk on his face.

Now it was time for the enemy to panic as they realized what kind of person they had provoked. They slowly raised their hands up, shakily nodding as Chikage slowly lowered the gun. He gave them a pleasant smile, though given the situation it still seemed insane.

“Good, that’s what I thought. I’ll be keeping this, and you can feel free to run along now.”

They nodded once more, making a run for it.

Once they were gone, the shock and panic caught up to you, and your tears flooded out as you crumpled to the ground. Chikage casually threw the gun to the side, then knelt down to tend to you.

“How many times has I told you not to do anything when I come home late?” He scolded, only to be met with blubbering. He sighed, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay? Any wounds that need to be tended to?”

You nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes to both. Here, give me your wrists.”

You showed them to him. They still had marks from where you were gripped so tightly.

“Oh, that doesn’t look good. There’s not much we can do about it now. Is there anything else that needs care?”

You shook you head.

“Can you stand?”

A nod.

“Do you want help getting up?”

A hesitation, then another nod.

“Okay.”

Chikage stood up from where he was kneeling, then offered his arm for you to use to boost yourself up.

“There we go. Let’s get out of here, shall we? I haven’t had dinner yet, so do you wanna grab curry and head home?”

You nodded.

“Let’s go, then.”

With that, Chikage escorted you down the street to your shared favorite curry restaurant. You both sat down, ordered your usual meals, then were left in silence.

“It’s been a few minutes, are you doing any better?” He asked.

“A little.” You meekly replied.

“Oh, you’re comfortable talking now, that’s an improvement.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen,” Chikage’s voice became soft, “I’m sorry you had to get caught up in that. This is why I tell you not to panic when I come home late. What did you think you were doing?”

“I’m sorry, we were all worried and-“

“Never mind. We’re all family now, right? I should’ve known you’d worry.” His expression softened, a rare sight for him.

You sat in a slightly awkward silence for a few moments before you remembered something.

“Oh, I should probably LIME the company group chat, they should know what’s going on.”

“Don’t tell them what happened,” he pleaded, “just say that we’re safe and we’re getting dinner. They don’t need to be more concerned than they already are.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“You’ve gone soft, Chika.”

“I’m not gonna deny that one.” He replied, sighing as as genuine smile crept its way onto his face.

Once the dm was sent, your food arrived.

Halfway through the meal, and with you fully calm, a question popped into your mind.

“Chika?”

“Hm?”

“Do you mind explaining why you were fist fighting someone in an alleyway in the first place?”

You saw his expression fall for a moment, but he tried to remain collected.

“Let’s just say my organization got a little tangled with another’s.”

“Will you ever tell us what it is you even do in that organization of yours?”

“Nope.” He replied with a wink and a sly smile as he returned to eating.

When the check came, you quickly pulled out your wallet when Chikage stopped you, quickly giving the waiter his card.

“For the inconvenience” he had claimed.

Leaving the restaurant to head home, there was still one last question in the back of your mind.

“Chika?”

“What now?”

“Was it true?”

“Was what true?”

“What they said back there. Did you save me because you loved me?”

He stopped walking, his expression becoming stone.

“…yes.” His voice was the tiniest bit above a whisper, just barely audible.

“Wha-“ Without warning, you were cut off for the last time that night by his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. It lasted for a bit, with Chikage pulling you in by your waist as your arms found their way around his neck to push up some of his hair. He put all of his love into it, allowing you to see how much he’s been hiding.

The kiss left you breathless as you pulled apart.

“Yes, its true. I love you.” he whispered, his thumb stroking the bottom of your chin. “And I always will.”

You had no words to reply to him with, still caught up in trying to decipher what just happened.

“Well,” he interrupted your thoughts, “shall we head home?” He held his hand out, prompting you to take it,

You did, and were surprised by how well they fit together.

Needless to say, you were silent the whole way home after the wildest night of your life.

HI HELLO HI HI HELLO WHAT HI @nanbaka-82​ THE MENTAL IMAGE THIS IS CONJURING,.,.,SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A HAIR CARE ROUTINE PLEASE 

brushing izumi’s hair and she falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing tsuzuru’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing kazunari’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing sakyua’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing citron’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing misumi’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing muku’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing hisoka’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing homare’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing azuma’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 

ok so sibling behavior, yeah? juza was so used to j fuckign around w kumon at home that occasionally he slips back into that in mankai MEANING he will sometimes belt songs w kumon and be all silly and shit and he’ll walk about 2 steps out of the room they’re in and shut the absolute FUCK UP standing there STOCK STILL bc omfg itaru is right there. he’s standing right there. he heard me. he’s RIGHT THERE. im gonna go die now. 

Hi 🙋🏽‍♀️ your fics are actually amazing and they are such a big comfort for me!! Could you please do hcs of hisoka, taichi and muku with an s/o who is strong and picks them up at random times like they are just practicing and their s/o walks into the room and picks them up que everyone just looking and waiting for them to put him down like: 🕴🏽

Sorry for making this so specific please have a nice day and say safe!! :]

(if this makes you uncomfortable in anyway or your reqs are closed please delete this req!!)

THANK U THANKU THANKU SMMMM.....THIS,.,,REQ,..,.,SO CUTE,,,.,.EEIUGHGJ.,.,.[please pretend u dont see me digging around in my room to find my dumbbells again,.,.i have forsaken my workout routine.,.]

hisoka

ragdoll FR

he reeeally like being carried :”) he falls asleep sooo quickly when you’re holding him! he feels safe with you :)

he wiiillll go totally limp tho, he’s not even gonna try to make it easy on you

absolutely will try to convince izumi to let him go through with practice like this but she’s too worried about you getting tired so she kinda shuts it down after a few mins

she does think you two are really cute tho <333

she will audibly go ‘awwwweee’ if she sees you carrying him around the dorms

anyways! imo hisoka is totes the type to really like how his partner smells, so if you’re being all cuddly with him but gotta leave at some point, he will demand you give him your sweater or jacket or soooomething just so he can hold onto it while you’re gone

taichi

OKOKOK HE THINKS UR SO COOL….but this???? picking him up??? in front of everyone???

SWOONING….

ww.,,.www,., pleading eyes emoji

you make him feel so SPECIAL OMG… like he knooows banri is laughing at him a leetle bit [lightheartedly <3] but he does not CARE he feels like your SPECIAL BOY he feels CUTE and LITTLE

he will make sure to give u a big squeezy hug before you go! [or you could stay for practice >:OOOO! sakyo knows ur a good kid so he doesn't particularly mind]

after the first few times taichi will try and pick you up too!! he wants to be a cool boyfie!! if he cant manage it the first time, no worries! he’s on his way to tasuku to get advice on strength training 😌

muku

wAAAAAA :”D HES GONNA CRY….

dont be surprised if he picks you up too >:333 he’s a strong boy!

pleaadignnjvjf eyes emojinvjf part twoo,.,waaughf HE LIKES U SM,,,,

he’s actually totally squee-ing :”) full on baby mode activated

this is just like that one scene in that shoujo manga he’s been reading lately where the main character’s love interest picks them up because a pipe burst in their classroom and the floor was flooding and the love interest didnt want the mc’s shoes getting wet and they had a scene where they carried them outside and!!! and!!!

he’s so cute pls listen to him,..

kazunari Will whistle at you two just to see muku get all blushy and try to hide his face in your shoulder [feel free to make fun of him for being single, it will make yuki laugh for the entire practice]

kazu watches those videos on yt that are compilation of banger musical theatre moments and he makes facial expressions very strongly!!! so every now and again he’ll be walking around with headphones in and he’ll hear someone pull off a wildddd riff and he’ll stop in the middle of the hallway and verbally go “WOOGH???” with this exact face --> “>:O”

CONTENT WARNING: this piece is about disordered eating [nothing very graphic, but mentions of some of the milder side effects of not eating well for a somewhat extended period of time] so please please take caution in reading

I honestly think Taichi may struggle with eating properly. Like, I can see him feeling super nervous during the middle of spring, because ‘oh jeez, summer is coming and I totally gained weight, I know I did, ah shit.,,’. He’d get worried about how he has a smaller frame compared to the other guys in Mankai, and especially the guys in his troupe. Like, Omi is huge. When he’s in a bad headspace, just standing up near Omi makes him feel so scrawny and pathetic. So he starts eating in a very unbalanced manner. While simultaneously trying to lose his ‘winter weight’ and gain muscle, Taichi starts skipping meals and doing strenuous workouts way more often than his body can handle. He starts sneaking into the kitchen late at night, trying to find something to stave off his hunger so he can sleep. He starts feeling dizzy and lightheaded multiple times a day. He can barely help Yuki sew anymore because his seams keep going crooked and he’s just too woozy and ‘God it's warm in here’ ‘Shit I'm freezing’ ‘Dude I’m fine I swear! (I feel sick)’ and he can't keep track of where the needle is going. Two and a half weeks of this. He feels terrible. Not only is his body struggling to keep up with his activities and schoolwork, he feels incredibly guilty for lying to everyone. Because, let's be real, some of the older members of Mankai know something is up with Taichi. Izumi can see that something is wrong, but she can't pinpoint exactly what. Kazu is worried about his peppy little bro seeming so wiped out at 3 in the afternoon. And Omi. Shit. It feels horrible lying to him. And smiling while lying to his face? Taichi feels nauseated every time he does it. 

 “I ate already!!”

“Oh don't worry, I had a big lunch, I’m just not hungry for dinner!”

“Haha, I’ll tell ya if I’m hungry Omimiiii!” 

Three weeks. Three weeks of this. And Taichi is in the kitchen at 2 in the morning, with a sad little sandwich in his cold hand. And he stubs his toe.

And apparently that was the last fucking straw.

And he slides down the side of the countertop to curl up into himself on the floor. And he cries. And he cries. Juza was the first one who found Taichi curled up on the floor and got scared. Unsure of how to proceed, he gently laid his hand on the little boy’s shaking back. Opening his arms, allowing Taichi to lean in and be held, asked who he would be comfortable talking with. And now we have Omi and Izumi sitting on the couch with Taichi, comforting him and listening attentively as he tells them everything. No more lying. Never again. I promise. I'm so sorry. Omi and Izumi glanced at each other for a moment, and the two minds as one body, proceeded to reassure this kid in front of them. “Taichi, its ok” 

“...what?” 

“Listen to me, hey hey, look at me please? Taichi, listen please.” 

“It's okay Nanao. I promise. We love you.” 

“We care about you. I promise.” 

 “It’s alright.” 

“It's okay.” 

“We love you” 

All Taichi can do is cry harder, cradled in Izumi and Omi’s arms, surrounded by the warmest reassurance he’s felt in a while. Omi and Izumi spend the next few hours calming Taichi down, re-assuring him that they’re here for him, that they still love him, that they’ll always love him. that they could never be mad at him for something like this. And Izumi chokes a little bit between ‘like’ and ‘this’. Someone in her care, god, a child in her care was hurting so bad and she couldn't help sooner? She could have helped with this one. She knew what it felt like to…no, she knows what it feels like, she, oh god, she knows and it’s bad. She’s tensed up to hell and back, she will not cry right now, this is not about her. but of course, Taichi notices. And he silently leans his forehead against her shoulder in assumed understanding. Omi notices and he keeps one hand on Taichi’s knee and one hand slides to the middle of Izumi’s back. Warm. Solid. Safe.

Tucked up on the couch like this, Taichi falls asleep first. Omi and Izumi can’t bring themselves to sleep yet though, and they both sit there for a little over an hour, in rapt contemplation of the boy between him, and the way he looked younger when he was asleep. There was a quiet comfort in how they both laid a hand each on Taichi’s back, in how Izumi’s hand tentatively searches for Omi’s behind the cushion between them, and how Omi gently catches it, and holds on to her, absolutely swept with a sense of fierce protectiveness, of reverence, and a sickening twist of fear and deep seated care for the two sleeping bodies next to him.

Misumi just so happened to wake up earliest that morning, having planned to cut up some triangle shaped fruits for Natsugumi’s picnic later that day. Yawing and wrapping his crochet blanket [courtesy of Yuki] to bunch up on his shoulders, he sleepily shuffled into the living room, walking to pull aside the curtains to let in some sunlight almost on autopilot, when he stopped in the middle of the carpet, standing stock still. Oh boy. Something deeeefinitely happened here. Something not very nice at all. As quiet as he could, Misumi tip-toed over to the couch, gently laying his blanket over Taichi and Omi, and slid off his hoodie to cover up Izumi. As darling as they looked, all cuddled up, Misumi’s heart absolutely ached seeing how desperately it seemed Taichi was clutching onto the hem of Omi’s shirt, how protectively the two adults had been sitting around Taichi. Putting aside the fruit for now, Misumi thought it best to put on a pot of water to make some black tea for the little group when they woke up. It’s what his grandfather did whenever Misumi was feeling all sad and run-down. While the water boiled he snuck around to the rooms of anyone he guessed could have been awake that early, Chikage and Itaru, Tasuku, Kazunari and Kumon, he even flagged down Kamekichi and asked him to keep the living room clear of any visitors till the trio woke up. Bustling around the kitchen, he couldnt help but softly giggle as he heard Taichi yawn and stretch out, one arm hanging off of the couch, and Misumi caught himself blushing a little as he turned around to see Omi [still half asleep], pulling Izumi closer, who, in turn, snuggled in, with her hand resting on the back of Taichi’s head. Pretty cute.