chuuya scoffs as he excuses himself from the stuffy dinner meeting he was forced to attend.
he’s the ceo of a casino chain under the name ‘gravity’—his success has made him filthy rich, but now he’s stuck entertaining some greedy stakeholders.
he stalks over to the back alley of the restaurant, fumbling in his jacket pocket for a cigarette before reaching for his lighter attached to the chain on his neck.
chuuya takes a deep drag of his cigarette—marlboro red, not his usual choice, but goddamnit this ain’t his usual scene.
the smoke settles in his lungs for sometime before he exhales, releasing the nicotine into the cool night air.
someone—probably an employee of this sad dump—opens the door right next to him, carrying a trash bag. definitely an employee.
“hey, you’re not supposed to be here.” the guy says. he seems pretty tall, and he’s brunette. his hair’s all messed up and he’s got bandages all over his body.
chuuya scoffs. “what, you gonna stop me?”
the guy shrugs. his nametag says OSAMU DAZAI.
“sure. i can get you kicked for trespassing or something. this place is employees only.” dazai points out. “in fact! i should get my boss right now!”
the little shit’s got a mischevious gleam in his eye. of course this is happening.
“shit—if i give you money, will you shut up and not get me kicked out of this place?” chuuya asks, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a handful of ten thousand yen bills.
dazai turns with a sly sort of grin. “you know what? sure! i’ll take your hush money, chibi.”
chuuya wants to punch his damn face in. but whatever, he’s on a roll with the bad decisions, why not make a few more? he needs a new date after the horrid fallout with his previous boyfriend, fyodor. a new guy to tide over the tabloids. this guy’s pretty enough, and he looks like he’d be willing to be paid for his time.
“hey, i have a proposition for you.” chuuya gruffly says.
and now, nakahara chuuya is a sugar daddy. how did this happen to him?