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Chapter 32: Return Pt. 3

"Ah," she gasped, "that was his name!" But before she could say anything more, she looked past your shoulder and evilly grinned. "Looks like your date is here."

"Date?" You quickly spun around, only to be met with the sight of a panting Chuuya. It looked like he had run to your cafe. He was out of breath, and needed a second before he spoke with you. You could see in his hands a small bouquet of light pink and blue flowers.

Ishiko giggled and began running upstairs. "I'll leave you two to it! I promise I won't tell that 'Dazai' guy about anything I see or hear!" With that, she had left you with a blushing and angry face. But when you looked back at Chuuya again, your anger dropped to give him a more gentle and caring expression.

Eventually, he caught his breath and looked up at you. As he straightened his position, you asked. "So what did you want to say to me?"

He walked up to you, holding out the bouquet. "I wanted to ask if you've forgiven me yet," he explained, "I thought some Juliet roses and hydrangeas would help with your answer, but I realized that it seems a bit forceful to give you these right after asking that question. I also didn't think about how hard it would be to buy freshly cut flowers. It's not easy to find someone selling Juliet roses around here to say the very least."

You cocked your head to the side, grabbing the bouquet and setting it down on the table next to you. Needless to say, you had no idea how expensive the flowers were. "Forgive you? What is there to forgive?"

"Do you seriously not remember? I lied to you about my personal life ever since day one. In the Port Mafia building, you said you didn't forgive me completely even after I did what Dazai requested of me, no matter how embarrassing that was," Chuuya reminded you.

Now that you had gotten the reminder, your mind wandered back to everything that had happened since then. "Chuuya... do you seriously think you need to ask if I have forgiven you? Of course I have. I had already forgiven you before all of this, but you somehow just keep getting better and better. There is nothing to forgive. You've forgiven me for everything I've done, every secret I've kept, and you've been my friend through all of it. Now you've saved my life. If anything, I should be begging for your forgiveness."

You smiled warmly at him and continued, "Chuuya, without you, I would be a literal ghost right now. Thank you, really. I hope one day I can repay you for all you've done for me, but I know I can never be as good as you are. You may try to act tough, but you do have a kind, caring, and loyal side that I've gotten to see so many times. I forgive you a million times over, so what can I do to ever get you to forgive me?"

"Just continue being here for me," Chuuya pleaded, "don't leave or betray me like everyone else has."

"Of course I won't do that. After all you've done for me, I couldn't imagine ever leaving you," you promised, "I'll always be here, by your side. Even if the Port Mafia goes against the agency, I could never fight you. Is there seriously nothing else you'd want? Not even a puppy?"

"There's nothing else I want, no one else I want," he answered, chuckling a bit at your suggestion of a puppy. "Just you... and maybe a puppy or two in the future."

"Well then, I promise I'll try my best to fulfill your requests," you replied, giggling at his additional order.

Less than a second after you had finished your sentence, he lunged forward and placed his lips on top of yours, initiating a sloppier and rougher kiss than any other you have had before. His kiss was so full of emotion, and he didn't stop with just a light peck on your lips.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. His breath mingled with yours, and soon the world disappeared around you both. You closed your eyes, putting a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss, enjoying the feeling of the intimacy shared between the both of you in that moment. You could taste the alcohol on his lips. He clearly hadn't planned for this to happen, but you could care less. Everything felt so right, even if he never meant for it to happen.