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“Come on, just one little date!” insisted the young man, still refusing to let go of the girl’s thin arm.
“Please, I have a boyfriend...” she stuttered, whimpering as the stranger’s grip tightened dangerously.
“He doesn’t have to know.” Stated the young man, now lightly tugging on her arm.
“Just leave me alone!” she tried her best to sound firm, but the light fear that tainted her mind wouldn’t allow it. “I’m serious, let go of me!”
“What the hell is going on here, huh?” the (h/c)’s heart skipped at the sound of the familiar voice.
“Who are you?” sneered the girl’s captor, readying himself to simply ignore the ginger newcomer.
“Her boyfriend!” glared Chuuya, taking a hold of the arm that was keeping (f/n) from leaving. “Now, I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt me!” the stranger barked with laughter, due to the newcomer’s slightly smaller frame; receiving a rather strong punch in response, one that sent him flying backwards and forced him to let go of the young woman’s arm.
Quickly, (f/n) pulled her now lightly bruised arm to her chest in order to protect it. (E/c) orbs observed intently as the young executive delivered a few more blows to the possible offender, just to make sure that he wouldn’t move for a while.
“Are you alright?” he asked at last, his usual frown always present.
Slowly, she nodded as a few lone tears formed at the corner of her (e/c) eyes.
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Chuuya suddenly inquired, quickening his step to approach her.
He took her arm with his hand in a rather gentle manner in order to check it for any sign of hurt (bruises, in this case). For anyone else, it would be odd to see the normally brutish Port Mafia executive treating her as though she was made of porcelain. However, a long time ago, he had made it more than clear that this girl was his weak spot, and he would stop at nothing to keep her from any harm. He never once said that he loved her, but it was heavily implied to the point where no one ever questioned his feelings about the (h/c).
Attentively, he examined your arm, spotting the light bruise from when she had been grabbed.
“Does it hurt?” he questioned, turning his gaze towards her own, while maintaining his lightly bent over position.
“Just a little…” she confessed breathlessly, then her fearful stutters returned: “I was scared…”
Carefully, he dropped her thin arm and pulled her close to his lean chest; caught in the shocking moment, her tears ceased flowing down.
“You never have to be scared, I’m always here to protect you.” Declared the young executive, completely abandoning his normal character for a while.
“Really…?”
In response to her apparently dumb reaction, he nodded and circled her small shoulders with his left arm, pulling her closer to his side.
“Let’s go!” he ordered, beginning to walk with (f/n) on his side.
“Chuuya…” she called softly, her voice barely even audible.
“What?” he hummed, continuing to walk as he cared for nothing in the entire world other than the way they were taking and the companion at his side.
“I love you, you know…!” she stated sweetly, leaning her light body on his considerably heavier one.
Absently, the blue eyed man nodded and pulled her even closer.
In that moment, barely above a whisper, his own voice echoed inaudibly:
“I love you too.”

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“Come on, just one little date!” insisted the young man, still refusing to let go of the girl’s thin arm.
“Please, I have a boyfriend...” she stuttered, whimpering as the stranger’s grip tightened dangerously.
“He doesn’t have to know.” Stated the young man, now lightly tugging on her arm.
“Just leave me alone!” she tried her best to sound firm, but the light fear that tainted her mind wouldn’t allow it. “I’m serious, let go of me!”
“What the hell is going on here, huh?” the (h/c)’s heart skipped at the sound of the familiar voice.
“Who are you?” sneered the girl’s captor, readying himself to simply ignore the ginger newcomer.
“Her boyfriend!” glared Chuuya, taking a hold of the arm that was keeping (f/n) from leaving. “Now, I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt me!” the stranger barked with laughter, due to the newcomer’s slightly smaller frame; receiving a rather strong punch in response, one that sent him flying backwards and forced him to let go of the young woman’s arm.
Quickly, (f/n) pulled her now lightly bruised arm to her chest in order to protect it. (E/c) orbs observed intently as the young executive delivered a few more blows to the possible offender, just to make sure that he wouldn’t move for a while.
“Are you alright?” he asked at last, his usual frown always present.
Slowly, she nodded as a few lone tears formed at the corner of her (e/c) eyes.
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Chuuya suddenly inquired, quickening his step to approach her.
He took her arm with his hand in a rather gentle manner in order to check it for any sign of hurt (bruises, in this case). For anyone else, it would be odd to see the normally brutish Port Mafia executive treating her as though she was made of porcelain. However, a long time ago, he had made it more than clear that this girl was his weak spot, and he would stop at nothing to keep her from any harm. He never once said that he loved her, but it was heavily implied to the point where no one ever questioned his feelings about the (h/c).
Attentively, he examined your arm, spotting the light bruise from when she had been grabbed.
“Does it hurt?” he questioned, turning his gaze towards her own, while maintaining his lightly bent over position.
“Just a little…” she confessed breathlessly, then her fearful stutters returned: “I was scared…”
Carefully, he dropped her thin arm and pulled her close to his lean chest; caught in the shocking moment, her tears ceased flowing down.
“You never have to be scared, I’m always here to protect you.” Declared the young executive, completely abandoning his normal character for a while.
“Really…?”
In response to her apparently dumb reaction, he nodded and circled her small shoulders with his left arm, pulling her closer to his side.
“Let’s go!” he ordered, beginning to walk with (f/n) on his side.
“Chuuya…” she called softly, her voice barely even audible.
“What?” he hummed, continuing to walk as he cared for nothing in the entire world other than the way they were taking and the companion at his side.
“I love you, you know…!” she stated sweetly, leaning her light body on his considerably heavier one.
Absently, the blue eyed man nodded and pulled her even closer.
In that moment, barely above a whisper, his own voice echoed inaudibly:
“I love you too.”