Hiii, I saw that request were open so can I ask for some yandere chuuya with a fem reader who keeps fighting against him despite being physically weaker in strength please
If not it’s okay, you can jst ignore it😊
"(Y/N), I'm home." Chuuya stepped through the door, locking it behind him, "Where are you, hun?"
Your stomach did a backflip. You were physically repulsed by Chuuya. You were generally disgusted by the Port Mafia before you had encountered him, you couldn't understand why anyone would want to kill people in such brutal ways let alone even work for an organisation that sold illegal goods.
This all started when you wanted to do a story on the Port Mafia. Everyone around you told you that it was a suicide mission, but did you listen? No, you didn't.
Since you worked as a stunt journalist, you threw yourself into the world of crime, fully embracing the dark life style. You started out as one of the lower members of the mafia. You asked a couple of innocent questions to your colleagues about the life and what made them turn to it.
Some of the people had no education and had no choice to join in, some had families and lost their jobs due to spending too much time with them and some people where just in it for the money. When they had asked you, you bullshitted some backstory about being involved with the Sheep and that since you had a medical condition that made you weak, you were sick a lot and couldn't attend school and found a second home amongst the Sheep.
You had asked about the Executives, hoping to get some names to the Police when you got out of the Port Mafia. The people you had asked however, went entirely silent, refusing to answer the question. One day, you were walking down the hall to deliver some papers to the Commander of your squad when you walked past Chuuya Nakahara.
You briefly made eye contact and nodded your head at him curtly before scurrying off to finish you task. You were surprised that he was so short in stature. When you thought of a Port Mafia Executive, you thought of someone tall, who loomed over you and installed fear in anyone who made eye contact with you. But, Chuuya didn't feel like that to you.
You forgot about that one interaction and continued on with your day. Over the next two or three days however, you saw the Executive around more often. You never spoke a word to him, observing but never speaking until spoken to by someone else. It had turned out that your Commander had been placed under Chuuya's command and now the squad worked under his orders.
He often called you into his office to go over plans with your commander and yourself, with you to take notes. He would always make playful jokes with you, smiling politely and indulging your boss.
Every now and again, Chuuya would call only for you to help him throughout the day, just with writing down certain things or following him on missions. He was also extremely protective over you too, often leaving you on the side lines while he did most of the work. You sometimes wondered what the actual purpose of you being with him all the time was.
"If you don't mind me asking, sir, why is it always me you want following you around?" You had asked Chuuya one day, "Why not have the Commander do it?"
Chuuya had looked at you for a minute, "Your colleagues said that you used to be part of the Sheep. I'm not one for titles, but they used to call me 'The King of The Sheep'. I thought everyone in the group had died out, but you're still here." Chuuya gave you a small but solemn smile, "It's good to know that one of you survived and that you're here now. It's nice to know I'm not alone anymore."
You groaned internally, you should have done some real research into the executives before you actually joined the Port Mafia, where you stupid?!
But it turned out, that this worked in your favour. The moment that Chuuya had told you that, you were hoisted out of your low position and placed at being his personal assistant, which meant spending all of your time in his prescience. This wasn't a problem, on the upside you now had time to write down everything of what you had experienced so far and could now also give some very useful intel to the Police Force too. Apparently, this was not only due to your "history" with the Sheep, but also was because Chuuya had caught wind of your weak health and had removed you from the field.
While you sat at his desk outside Chuuya's office you typed up your daily record of what was going on.
You were nearly finished, oh and if only you had finished up your final report and gotten out of there while you still could. This mask you had held up for so long was now slipping away and off, you were sick and tired of working under Chuuya as well as the Port Mafia itself.
But then, Chuuya came out to you on your final day and asked you to write up some records on some mass murder that the Port Mafia had been involved in. When he had handed you the papers, you had gripped them tightly in your hands, the overwhelming feeling of giving the victims written in the paper justice filled you. It would be your final act of defiance in the Port Mafia. It was against the Port Mafia to take documents like this out into the public, but you had to risk it.
You shoved the papers into your bag as Chuuya came out wearing his coat, "You can finish that work up tomorrow, let's have a drink."
As you and Chuuya left the Port Mafia HQ, Chuuya struck up a conversation with you, "So, (Y/N), you seeing anyone?"
You shook you head, "No sir, work takes up all my time." You admitted, shortly.
Chuuya smirked, "We're not working anymore, this is outside hours now, just call me Chuuya."
Your stomach churned uncomfortably as the both of you stopped outside a bar. Chuuya stepped up and held the door open for you and let you walk through first.
You were confused, why the hell is he acting so chummy all of a sudden?
The two of you sat down and Chuuya ordered some wine while you just ordered something plain. As the both of you waited, Chuuya spoke, "I know this must be a little weird for you."
You nodded, "A little bit."
"I was hoping we could catch up a little bit from before the Mafia."
"Yeah, of course." You had answered, trying to put on your best smile to hide your fear. A waiter walked over with the beverages on a tray but before he could even reach the table, he tripped over his own feet, the tray and drinks being sent flying and splashing all over you.
"Hey, what the hell?!" Chuuya snapped at the waiter, who was now on his knees, apologising profusely. You were in shock about what just happened, alcohol covered you and ruined your attire, you sighed, "I'm gonna go clean up, don't be too mad Chuuya, it was an accident." You stood up and walked to the bathroom.
When you came back, the mess had been cleaned up and your drinks had been replaced, the waiter absent from sight. You frowned as Chuuya gave you a smile, "It's okay, I've dealt with it." He said.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him; Something didn't feel right.
"Okay?" You sat down anyway, trying to ignore the feeling you had. You took a sip from your drink, "So, what did you want to talk about again?"
"Oh, it wasn't anything important. I just wanted to tell you that I know you're actually a journalist whose doing a story on the Mafia." Chuuya said, looking down at his wine glass.
Your stomach dropped and your eyes widened, "What?"
"I've known for a while actually, since before you joined the Port Mafia." Chuuya smiled dreamily at you, "I always read your stories in the paper, the way you write is so cute, I didn't expect you to talk like that in real life either." He put his face into his gloved hand, his cheeks and eyes hazed over, "You're also more attractive than I imagined you to be. I'm not even mad that you lied about being in the Sheep. They were all a bunch of traitors anyway."
You looked down at your lap, "What are you gonna do to me?" You thought of the painful way that the Port Mafia killed people and shuddered at the thought of your teeth being curb-stomped into a pavement.
"I'm not gonna kill you, really I'm surprised that the ruffe I put in your drink hasn't kicked in yet." Chuuya said, "Had to get you to come to my house some way."
You stood up and backed away from him, "You're fucking crazy," You snapped, "I'm gonna have you arrested, the notes you gave me earlier are in my bag, that's all the evidence I need to have you..." Your vision began to swirl, "Have you thrown...Thrown in... Prison." You stumbled backwards into the wall behind you as the drowsiness kicked in.
You stayed awake just long enough to see Chuuya standing up in front of you and walking over to you, "Aw, don't fall asleep yet, I still haven't told you how I feel about you,"
As your eyes began to close and your hearing began to fade away, you heard the dreadful confession, "I love you, (Y/N)~"
And so, here you are in your current predicament, chained to the wall in Chuuya's apartment. It would have been nice, had it not been for the chain that only let you reach the other wall and the fact that Chuuya was keeping you here against your will was the worst part about all this.
It's not like you hadn't tried to fight him off whenever he came into your room, you punched, hit him and screamed at him whenever he even got close to you, but that was never enough. He wouldn't let you go until you collapsed to his will.
He told you that the reason why he locked you away in the room was because of your weak body, fearing that even the slightest thing would hurt you so grievously that you would die.
But you wouldn't stop fighting him. You didn't care how weak you were or how powerless you actually were, you would continue to fight. You were sure someone would come looking for you at some point, even if it was for your body.
After all, you had friends in the Armed Detective Agency and they would definitely notice your absence.
It was only a matter of time.