⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

Rising from the Ashes: A New Beginning Unfolds | 054 |

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[ Chapter 54 || Rising from the Ashes: A New Beginning Unfolds ]

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[Y/n] was settled into the plush velvet couch, feeling it envelop her like a warm blanket. She felt herself sinking into its plush cushions and letting out a contented sigh. The room was dimly lit, with the only light coming from a small lamp on the side table. She gazed out the window, taking in the view of the city. A glass of red wine sat untouched on the table beside her, a reminder of a different time. As she thought back to her past, a contented smile crept across her lips.

"What are you thinking?" The sudden intrusion of a strong scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke caused her to snap out of her thoughts. It filled her nostrils, clinging to said man and making her think of dark, smoky nights. The unmistakable aroma was accompanied by the sight of a well-dressed man sitting across from her, holding a glass of blood-red wine. The unmistakable aroma was accompanied by the sight of a Chuuya sitting across from her, holding a glass of blood-red wine with his legs crossed. He has a smirk on his face—a familiar sight to her.

Chuuya's behavior towards [Y/n] was always strange. On one hand, he was often curt and distant, but on the other hand, there was a polite and almost formal quality to his interactions with her that was difficult to pin down. Perhaps she had a particular way of speaking or mannerism that he found appealing, but [Y/n] couldn't quite put her finger on it. Did she like it? She wasn't sure. But that wasn't important right now."

"I didn't think you were prone to blanking out," said Chuuya smugly, never once breaking eye contact with her. Uncrossing her legs, [Y/n] slightly lowered herself to grab the glass of wine that lay dormant on the coffee table. "Well, everyone has their moments," replied [Y/n] with a hint of amusement in her voice, taking a sip of the wine and enjoying the smooth taste. "Besides, it's been a long day, and I deserve to unwind a little," she added, leaning back into the couch and letting out another contented sigh.

"What were you thinking about?" [Y/n] held Chuuya's gaze for a few seconds, her eyes locked onto his, but as the muscles at the ends of her neck began to tense, she couldn't help but look down into her empty glass. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious." He said, with a shrug. "If that's what you want, who am I to say no." 

"I was simply reminiscing about the time we met. I couldn't help but chuckle as I recalled the way our eyes locked and how we both knew that there was an instant connection between us." Chuuya tried to cover up his nervousness with a cough and quickly covered his face with his hands. "W-Why would you think about the past! But about me, nonetheless!" he stammered, trying to play it off as nothing. But his heart was racing, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?" asked [Y/n], raising an eyebrow. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself, hoping his friend wouldn't notice how flustered he was getting. "You've changed so much." Chuuya began, trying to change the subject. "I mean, you used to be so reserved, and now you're practically a social butterfly. I kind of miss the old you," he whispered the last part, looking down at his feet and feeling a pang of guilt for his words. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but he couldn't help feeling a bit jealous of how effortlessly his friend seemed to fit in with everyone now. 

"Despite my change, I remain the same that you have always known. However, you may never be able to tell if my actions are genuine or just an act. Only those with whom I have developed trust and a sense of comfort can see the real me." [Y/n] continued, with a small smile on her face. "And the same goes for you, Chuuya-san. Even after all these years, you haven't changed a bit." 

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked. "No. I like the way you just are." Butterflies fluttered uncontrollably in his stomach, leaving him feeling warm, flushed, and with a racing heart. He struggled to maintain his composure, barely nodding in response. Chuuya tried to stifle a cough, refilling his glass of wine.

Chuuya held his glass of alcohol in one hand and took a deep breath, preparing to down the entire contents in one swift gulp. He was a lightweight, but he loved the taste of alcohol. It was his vice, his way of letting loose and forgetting about the stresses of life. With a mighty heave, he tipped the glass back and downed the entire contents in one swift motion, the alcohol burning down his throat as he let out a satisfied grunt. Despite the fiery sensation that coursed through his veins, he felt refreshed like he was truly alive for the first time. 

As [Y/n] watched him, her brow raised in mild entertainment, she couldn't help but marvel at his bravado. He downed his alcohol in one swift gulp, taking a sip of her drink as well. It was clear that he wasn't afraid to indulge, and she couldn't help but admire his unabashed confidence. [Y/n] swirled her glass, the red liquid within sloshed gently, a mesmerizing sight that caught her attention. With each twist of her hand, the drink seemed to change, almost as if it were alive.

The silence in the room has stretched out for a few minutes now. [Y/n] has just finished her glass of wine and placed it on the coffee table, her gaze returning to Chuuya. He has been unusually quiet, a departure from his usual hot-headed and arrogant demeanor.

Chuuya, was slumped over on the coach, his head lolling to one side as he muttered incoherently. Despite his rather slender build and short frame, he had a rather ruddy complexion, with cheeks that were flushed a deep shade of red and eyes that seemed to be squinting in a daze. It was clear that he had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, as his speech was slurred and his movements were unsteady. 

Despite his inebriated state, he still managed to hold onto his fedora, looking rather out of place in the midst of his drunken stupor. [Y/n], couldn't help but notice his drunken state, shook her head in disbelief and picked up his hat, placing it gently on his abdomen, hoping that it would help to steady his unsteady frame.

"P-Please, don't leave me again..." Chuuya begged, tears streaming down his face. "Stay with me." His voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. [Y/n] stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to say. But before she could even attempt to speak, Chuuya's eyes closed, and his breathing evened out as he fell into a peaceful sleep. 

[Y/n] casts a final glance over her shoulder, taking one last look at Chuuya as she exits the apartment, closing the door behind her. As the door closed behind her, she took a moment to collect herself, feeling the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She let out a sigh, feeling the tension in her body ease as she leaned against the door frame. Her thoughts and emotions were in a state of turmoil, her heart and mind at odds with each other. She was caught between two men, both of whom held a special place in her heart. She loved them both, but she couldn't deny the feeling that one of them was meant for her. 

As [Y/n] strolls along the path, she remains unaware of the man lurking in the shadows nearby. The man in question, who was leaning on the lamppost nearby, had been watching her intently ever since she had left Chuuya's apartment. His eyes never left her as she walked away, and he continued to watch her even after she was out of sight. Finally, when she was far enough away, he turned his attention back to the apartment complex in the direction Chuuya stayed. But his thoughts were not on Chuuya anymore, they were on the problem that he had just thought of.

He knew that Chuuya and [Y/n] had a complicated relationship, and he also knew that Chuuya had feelings for her. But he also knew that [Y/n] had feelings for him, and he couldn't just stand by and watch them both suffer. As they stood there, an unconventional yet promising idea began to form in their minds. It was a notion that would challenge both their perspectives, yet would ultimately provide a solution to their current dilemma, one that would change everything. So, he made a decision, one that would change everything. He took a deep breath and made his way to the apartment complex, determined to make things right.