"Tch. Why are you following me?"

Chūya asked the girl he saved earlier, with his back facing her while she ran after him like a stray dog.

'Oh I forgot she's deaf.'

He turned around and saw her holding up her notebook for him to read.

'I don't have a home.'

'Why did I have to meet her? She can't even protect herself.

She's weak.

I'm Strong.

Is fate playing games with me?

Should I take her with me?

Make her mine.

Yes, I'll have her for myself. She will be my pleasure.

It's her fate not mine.

She doesn't know what she got herself into.

I'll use her. That's how things work in the mafia. I'm a merciless monster, yet I don't know why did I save her.'

Chūya nodded. Y/n's eyes went to Chūya's lips to read them.

"You're staying with me. Follow me."

And she did. She didn't know how dark is the man she's following.

And he didn't know how much light her heart holds.

Both dark and light.

. . .

"I can't risk anyone seeing you around, so you'll stay in my apartment."

She smiled and hummed.

'Why am I worried about her? No, I don't give a damn about her. It's my reputation that I care about.

My reputation as a merciless monster not a fucked up sweet man.'

"There's an extra room you'll be sleeping in. I will be in my room if you needed anything."

'Thank you'

She wrote.

Chūya went to his room to sleep. And she went to hers.

'Chūya san is so kind. He gave me a room to stay in.

Something about him makes me feel safe.'

Y/n grabbed her notebook and opened her sketches section. She smiled at her drawings.

She was gifted with this magnificent talent.

Drawing people.

Her mind seemed clouded with so many thoughts, she grabbed her pin and started to draw.

She didn't realize what she was drawing, until she blinked twice.

'Oh, this looks so beautiful.'

Y/n felt sleepy, she closed her notebook and laid on her bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

. . .

It was already morning. Y/n woke up and went to the bathroom. She slept soundly all night, in her comfortable bed.

She wondered how Chūya can afford such a big apartment.

'Maybe he is a business man.'

She fixed her hair and the clothes she slept in, making sure she looked okay.

Y/n stood in front of the kitchen door and noticed someone moving.

'Chūya san must be awake.'

She hummed and walked with a smile plastered on her innocent face, until she sucked a harsh breath, completely freazing in her place.

"What the- who is she!"

Chūya groaned pulling away from the woman's neck.

"I forgot she was here. Agh! It doesn't matter."

Y/n stared dumbfounded of what she saw. She was innocent and it wasn't normal for her to see these things.

She bowed nervously and ran to her room. She panted slightly, her heart beating loudly.

'What was that!'

She quickly grabbed her notebook, her hand guided itself to her last art, she slowly drew a black flower, making it look beautiful, even though it was simple.

Chūya Knocked the door a while after. It took him some time to get that woman out of his home.

Y/n quickly closed her notebook and went to open the door, hesitantly.

She peeked her small head, glancing at Chūya with a small blush tainting her cheeks.

"Can I come in?"

He asked calmly. She nodded and opened the door widely for him to enter.

He sat on her bed and looked at her. Before he could say anything, she grabbed her notebook once again and wrote on it..

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.'

She stood infront of him and looked at his shoes, in attempt to distract herself from looking at him.

Chūya stood up and placed two fingers under her chin. Gently forcing her to look at him.

"Why are you apologizing? It's my fault not yours."

He stared deep in her eyes, as if he has an access to her soul.

He wasn't supposed to be gentle, but he couldn't.

His heart was controlling now.

He gently brushed his clothed thumb over her soft pink lips, tracing the line of them.

Y/n flinched from the feeling of his thumb against her lower lip. She blushed.

'He is too close.'

She cleared her throat and Chūya seemed to be back to reality.

He fixed his hat out of nervousness.

"I will be late today. So, don't freak out if I didn't come back."

She read his lips then nodded.

. . .

"Good job, Chūya san! You took the enemy down on your own!"

One of Chūya's subordinate complimented him. He grind and nodded.

"It doesn't matter. Now give me a drink!"

Chūya's men were celebrating his victory in the bar.

It was already middle of the night.

It was usual to him to stay really late outside. Not caring to leave his favorite bar. He never liked his home anyway. It was always.. empty.

. . .

Chūya got really drunk and managed to drive back home without killing someone.

He opened the door, slightly stumbling in his own tracks as he walked inside his apartment.

He walked past y/n's closed door.

Then, he walked backwards.

He slowly opened the door, entering her room.

He walked to her sleeping form.

His eyes stared at her darkly. His hand moved on its own and brushed a strand of her hair from her face.

His hand slid to her cheek, resting it there. Y/n leaned her cheek to his hand, her body already interested in his gentle touch.

His head snapped to the counter, where her notebook was.

He pulled his hand away from her and grabbed the notebook.

He flipped through the papers clumsily, but stopped on a certain page.

It took him a whole moment to admire her work.

' She drew me.'

' This silent null drew me.'