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✦ 、Sweet Dreams [ M!Reader ]

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    Footsteps impossibly quiet soon reached Yuji's ears. The producer lowered his head, half expecting to be struck down right where he stood. He grasped several pages of paperwork in his hands. When he lifted his head from his desk, he turned on his heels, facing the sounds of a certain pink haired punisher that he so happened to recognize. "No need to hide," said Yuji. "Come here. Let's talk." His words summoned Kohaku's attention.
Pink hair swishing as he turned to face the producer, Kohaku wrinkled his nose, evidently displeased with Yuji's cheery disposition. Hunting Yuji was seemingly Kohaku's favorite pass-time.

Silent as he approached the boy, Kohaku glanced suspiciously in his direction, evidently hesitant to close the distance. The silence was uncomfortable and heavy. However, Yuji only crossed his legs, slowly sipping his tea as if he wasn't being watched by a critically acclaimed assassin. He let out a low sigh. "You're here to try for my life again, right?"
Kohaku only bit his tongue. He stayed silent, as if completely cornered. He inched away. Yuji only eyed him carefully. "Don't be afraid," he softly said. "I won't rat you out. If you want to kill me, I want you to impress me while you're at it. Let's make this fun." His words left his lips as if they were a threat.
Evidently apprehensive, though willing, Kohaku nodded his head. "..fine," his violet hues sunk. "You're awfully cheerful about bein' hunted."
"True," Yuji locked his hands behind his head as soon as he placed his teacup aside. "My life needed spice either way, you're doing me a favor." He spoke casually. This evidently was not his first encounter with the Oukawa.

Kohaku murmured to himself before answering Yuji clearly, "You're no easy target." He commented. He seated himself on Yuji's desk, snatching the spare teacup and inviting himself to some of the freshly brewed tea. Yuji didn't seem bothered.
"Why thank you," said the producer, teacup back in his free hand. "You flatter me, dear."
It almost made Kohaku laugh to see Yuji get flushed over that type of comment. "Flatter? What're you talkin' about? Is this tea poisoned?" He asked:
"See for yourself."

Yuji's reply was immediate and, in a way, chilling. Kohaku barely flinched. Instead, he drew the teacup to his lips, taking a long slow sip and gambling on his life as if he trusted Yuji with it entirely. He was apparently right to do so. The tea tasted entirely normal, and based on the way Yuji invited himself to it, it wasn't poisoned in any way. Kohaku faintly smiled at him. This wasn't the first time where an assignment felt like a direct stab to the heart. Kohaku has most certainly gotten attached to targets before, and while it hurt to dispatch them, it needed to be done.
"Aren't you going to poison me now?" Asked Yuji, holding out his teacup to Kohaku.
Kohaku lifted his hand. "Nah. I want you around for a little longer."
Yet again, Yuji's complexion seemed to flush, his eyebrows twitching as if he was fighting the urge to fall for Kohaku. "You're a flirt." He murmured.
"As if." Kohaku snorted near mockingly.

The office was quiet enough. Yuji assumed if Kohaku truly wanted to, he'd already have finished the job. It made Yuji smile to know that this task was somewhat difficult for Kohaku. At least if he were to go down, Yuji enjoyed knowing it'd be with a fight and some bitter taste for his assailant. Silence lingered between them. Yuji leaned against his desk, his hand unconsciously finding Kohaku's knee, cradling it as if asking to be spared just for a moment longer. Kohaku glared at Yuji.
"Let go of me." He demanded.
Yuji obeyed, "Sorry." He muttered before sipping his tea yet again.
Kohaku crossed his legs, "That was harsh," he huffed. "But, then again, you're not an easy person."
His words were truthful. Yuji had seen himself be cruel before. He hummed in agreement, holding his teacup daintily as if he hadn't once been an assassin himself. "Oh, please. I quit that life."
"Exactly." Kohaku snickered.

Cornered, Yuji only set his teacup onto his desk, eyes reaching Kohaku's. Their interactions were always sweet with undertones of hostility. Yuji could see Kohaku aiming for his teacup. Seconds later, the boy grasped the cup itself, possibly poisoning the tea. Yuji eyed it carefully. He then eyed Kohaku. "Was that your mission?" Asked he.
Kohaku remained silent. He sipped his own tea slowly. Yuji lifted the cup, sipping from it like he hadn't seen Kohaku potentially poison it. He knew Kohaku didn't have the guts to do it. From being assassin partners to exes, their history is deeply rooted in both's beings, making it impossible to genuinely kill one another.
"Don't stay bitter." Pleaded Yuji.
At first, there was bristled silence from Kohaku, soon met with a sharp exhale. "Maybe if you hold your breath I won't."
Yuji raised a brow. "Suffocation? Seriously?"

Kohaku was silent yet again. He took a long, slow sip from his teacup, afterwards setting it aside and turning to face Yuji. Wasting no time whatsoever, Yuji stood from his seat, leaning against the desk to face Kohaku. It seemed threatening at first, yet for how much he pretended to despise Kohaku, Yuji wanted to kiss him awfully badly. Kohaku only stared back at him. He was unbothered, so much so it almost made Yuji self conscious.
"Get over here." Demanded Yuji before he locked Kohaku into a passionately enraged kiss. The two vented their bitterness and vindictive attitude towards one another in the form of a kiss enough to leave their lips bruised and red.