host club

[nickae]

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[nickae]

Hi! Hello!

Im the anon who sent the request about laser eye surgery???

And I'm reading it the night before my surgery ( its in few hours lol!) and i cant believe you wrote it so fast!!!!

I fell in love with your writing all over again! You cant believe how much it means to me, I'm serious! And the fact that you completed the request before i do the surgery??? It means the world!!!

Thank you so much for writing such a beautiful masterpiece! Now i genuinely wished that Chuuya could've been there tomorrow hahaha! I'll be particularly blind for few days lol

I will be thinking about your beautiful fic tomorrow, and after the surgery is done

Thank you sweetheart! Hope i can return the favor one day!

hey

i'm glad you liked it, i hope all goes well for you <3

[nickae]

Hello!

Can i request a oneshot with Chuuya?

Like his s/o who usually wears glasses, gets a laser eye surgery when he's away on a mission and when he returns, finds her without glasses??

Im having a surgery this week and i would love to read what you've wrote when I'm able to work with my phone again!

hello hello here it is the request, i hope you like it.

good luck with your surgery, i hope everything goes well. see you soon <3

[nickae]

𐔌 HIS S/O WITHOUT GLASSES 𐦯

SYPNOSIS: when chūya returns to yokohama after a mission that dragged on far longer than planned thanks to the terrible planning of a subordinate he has already fired three times in his mind the last thing he expects is to find that his girlfriend looks almost like a different person. not in a dramatic “kidnapping or supernatural curse” way… no, something far simpler, far more mundane, and yet enough to freeze him in the doorway as if he’d seen a ghost. your eyes. your eyes, without glasses. CONTENT: chūya x fem reader, fluff, humor, light cursing, established relationship

it had been almost three weeks since they sent him out of the city for a negotiation that, of course, ended in fists. the trip back leaves him exhausted but energized in that strange way he always carries after surviving things no normal person should survive. he walks down the hallway toward the apartment you share, his long coat draped over his shoulders like a cape, hat tilted back just enough to stay on by habit.

he’s thinking about two things: one, how much he hates trains. two, how dazai is definitely going to mock him for how stupid this mission turned out.

but when he turns the key and pushes the door open, every annoyance disappears.

“i’m back,” he announces but the words die in his throat when he sees you.

you’re standing in the living room, checking something on your phone, wearing comfy clothes with a blanket around your shoulders because of the cold. you look up, smile at him like the world brightens a little, and walk toward him to hug him and chūya doesn’t move.

he stares like he’s trying to solve a complicated puzzle. his gray eyes roam over your face, stopping at the bridge of your nose… empty. no frames, no reflection of glass, nothing.

“hi, love,” you say, stepping closer. “are you okay?”

he blinks. once. twice. still frozen.

“where are your glasses?” he finally asks, in a voice so serious it sounds like he’s talking about an enemy or a bomb about to explode.

you smile, a small amused sound leaving you.

“i don’t need them anymore.”

chūya looks horrified. almost offended. like you told him you sold his bed or rejoined sheep out of nowhere.

“what do you mean you don’t need them?” he says, frowning as he steps closer, lifting a hand to inspect your face like a detective “did someone steal them? did they break? did you get into a fight? because if someone laid a finger on you while i was gone i swear i’ll—”

“chūya,” you interrupt gently, holding his hand. “i got laser eye surgery. everything’s perfect. i see better than ever.”

the silence that follows is… priceless. chūya stops breathing for a second. then presses his lips together like he’s processing extremely sensitive information.

“laser… surgery?” he repeats slowly.

“yeah,” you nod, amused. “didn’t i tell you? maybe you were too busy.”

chūya massages the bridge of his nose with frustration.

“i was in a damn forest dodging snipers and negotiating with idiots who think they can lie to my face. forgive me for not checking every single message,” he grumbles, though his tone softens.

he drops your hand only to grab it again immediately, needing the physical reassurance that you’re safe. he studies you once more, tilting his head.

“it looks weird,” he admits honestly, without malice. “not you. you’re… gorgeous. but it’s weird. i got used to those little round glasses that always fogged up when we went out in the cold.”

“you liked them?” you tease.

chūya clicks his tongue and looks away.

“i didn’t say that.”

“so you don’t like my eyes now,” you sigh dramatically, hand over your heart.

“i didn’t say that either!” he sputters, cheeks coloring.

you step closer, resting your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you instantly. the scent of wine and rain still clings to him like he brought the weather home.

“i’m just… surprised,” he murmurs into your hair. “shit, i thought something awful happened. you can’t drop something like this on me out of nowhere.”

“i wanted it to be a surprise,” you giggle.

chūya snorts because of course he does.

“surprises don’t work on me. i’m a paranoia machine,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you laugh, but he pulls you closer, protective as always. he then pulls back just enough to look at you again properly, fully, as if he’s still trying to believe you’re real.

“your eyes…” he murmurs. “they’re prettier like this. not that they weren’t before, but i can see them better. the way they shine when you smile… damn. were they always like this and i just missed it?”

you blush. he notices everything; chūya isn't subtle when he cares.

his fingers trace your cheek, glide down your jaw, holding you gently as if you’re something he doesn't quite know how to handle.

“look at me,” he says softly. you do.

and something flickers in him awe, maybe. surprise. vulnerability. like seeing you without that thin barrier of glass suddenly lets him see too much, and he doesn't know what to do with the intimacy of it.

“shit…” he whispers. “of course you look beautiful. now i understand why everyone in the mafia went quiet when i mentioned your new glasses. they must’ve known you’d look like this without them.”

“does it… bother you?” you ask.

“no,” he says instantly. then lower, “but i do want everyone to know i’m the one who gets to see you up close. that i’m the one who notices first.”

“but you came back late.”

“that doesn’t count!” he protests outraged, flustered “i was on a mission. under inhumane conditions. with dazai probably laughing at me from somewhere.”

you laugh, resting your forehead on his chest, and chūya hugs you again, strong, like he’s been waiting weeks for this.

“i wish you’d been here,” you whisper.

“me too,” he replies without hesitation. “though if you’d told me you were getting rid of your glasses… maybe i would’ve come home earlier.”

“liar.”

“a little,” he admits, kissing the top of your head.

he takes your hand and leads you to the couch, but before letting you sit he tilts your chin up again, marveling at you.

his gray eyes soften in a way he’d never allow anyone else to see.

“just promise me something,” he says quietly.

“what?”

“if you ever do something like this again… tell me. not because i need control, but because…” he clears his throat, uncomfortable with how honest he’s being, “because i want to be with you. i want to take care of you. and because i almost had a damn heart attack seeing you without glasses and thinking you were a clone or some supernatural bullshit.”

“that bad?”

“i’m in the mafia, sweetheart. i’ve seen things. don't underestimate my trauma.”

you laugh again, and chūya smiles a rare, crooked little smile.

you tug him closer by the collar of his jacket until your noses almost touch.

“so… you like how i look?” you ask.

chūya stares at you like the question is absurd.

“i love it.” his voice drops. “but don’t look at me like that unless you want me to carry you to the bedroom right now.”

“like what?”

his hand slides to the back of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek.

“with those eyes of yours,” he whispers. “the ones i can see clearly now. you’re dangerous.”

he kisses you then slow at first, memorizing the new angles of your face, the way your lashes touch his skin. then the kiss deepens, hungry, full of three weeks of absence.

when he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, breath warm.

“welcome back,” you murmur, fingers threading into his orange hair.

“no,” he corrects, kissing you again softer this time. “welcome you. because i can’t believe i have to fall in love with your face all over again without glasses… but it looks like i will.”

and from the way he looks at you, you know he will gladly.

[nickae]

𐔌 WHEN THEY REALIZE THEY LIKE YOU 𐦯

CONTENT: fem reader, fluff, mild angst, denial, emotional vulnerability, embarrassment, insecurity PAIRINGS: chuuya, atsushi, osamu, ranpo,akutagawa, sigma

𖥻 chuuya nakahara

chuuya feels it like a punch: that sudden heat in his chest when he hears you laugh. “no. no. absolutely not.” that’s his first reaction. the second is looking away, pretending he’s focused on anything except you, even though his ears tilt toward your voice every time you speak. the problem is that he notices you too much: the way you adjust your hair, how you purse your lips when you think, how you compliment him without expecting anything back. it disarms him. that night, in his apartment, he throws his hat onto the sofa and groans. “am i seriously… falling for her?” the thought irritates him, frustrates him… and quietly excites him. he won’t admit it to you. not yet. but he starts treating you better without meaning to — and when he realizes it, he blushes and storms off.

𖥻 atsushi nakajima

atsushi realizes it when he sees you talking to someone else and his stomach twists. he doesn’t understand it as jealousy. he just feels… something. he looks at you, then at his hands, then at you again, like the answers are hidden there. the realization arrives softly: “i think i… like her.” he turns red all the way to his ears. he trips over a chair. he apologizes to the chair. the rest of the day, he keeps glancing at you, trying to act normal and failing miserably. “are you okay, atsushi?” you ask. “w-what?! yes! i’m fine! totally fine! why do you ask? am i acting weird? did i say something weird?” he’s adorable. and transparent. but the new feeling warms him from the inside — thinking about you doesn’t hurt. it makes him feel, for once, wanted.

𖥻 osamu dazai

dazai realizes it too quickly. a tiny shift: the way his eyes soften when he looks at you, or how his sarcastic comments lose their edge around you. he knows exactly what’s happening. and he hates it. because the feeling arrives with something he hasn’t touched in years: fear. that heavy little pull in the chest that whispers this might matter to you. “how inconvenient,” he mutters, smiling bitterly. still, whenever you walk near him, his smile becomes real, unguarded. it terrifies him. it wakes him up. he knows he’s falling, and he still flirts more — but now there’s something almost clumsy beneath the jokes. one night, sprawled on his couch, he admits to the ceiling: “i like you. tsk… what a mess.” he won’t say it aloud yet. but the shine in his eyes when he sees you does it for him.

𖥻 ranpo edogawa

ranpo figures it out before he even feels it. “my heart beats faster when they look at me. interesting.” he analyzes it like a case, and the conclusion arrives immediately: “i like you… and you like me back.” he’s proud of it. around you, he acts the same: cocky, playful, dramatic. but when you get too close, when you praise him, when you buy him sweets without him asking… something strange happens. he blushes. very slightly, but enough. and he hates it. “don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles. “like what?” “like i’m cute.” he crosses his arms, annoyed… and five seconds later asks you to sit next to him so he can share a candy. he doesn’t say it out loud yet, but you become his favorite place to rest.

𖥻 akutagawa ryunosuke

akutagawa feels it like a stab. the first time you worry about him, when you touch his arm gently, when you say his name softly… the world tilts. his automatic response: “stay away.” because it scares him. it hurts. he doesn’t know how to process something warm after a life of nothing but cold. he avoids you for days, lying to himself: “i don’t like her. i don’t need anyone.” but every time your eyes soften, every time you smile at him, his chest tightens painfully. one night, he whispers into the dark: “why… you?” he’s angry at himself for feeling. ashamed for wanting. and yet, the next time you look at him, he turns away quickly, ears red, unable to control the storm inside him.

𖥻 sigma

sigma has never had a past, memories, or a place to belong. so when he starts to feel something for you, he doesn’t know what it is. he only knows his breath goes light and his chest goes heavy whenever you’re near. “is this… bad?” he asks genuinely, staring at his own trembling hands. he starts watching you in silence, trying to understand why he keeps seeking you out. he gets nervous when you talk to him. he sighs softly when you leave. the word like doesn’t cross his mind for a long time — but when it does… “oh…” he sits at the edge of his bed, completely flushed, a hand pressed to his chest. it’s beautiful. it’s terrifying. but from that moment on, he looks at you like you’ve added color to a world that was always gray.

[nickae]

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