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⌜Telephone ⧸ Tecchou Suehiro⌟𓂃༞♡

༞ Summary: Congratulations! The well-renowned Hunting Dog; Suehiro Tecchou was undoubtedly in love with you. But, you don’t even know him— and more importantly, how did he know you? You might have to retrace your steps to figure this one out...

༞ Contains...! fluff! head over heels!tecchou, implied stalking (from tecchou... lightheartedly?), slowburn, “he fell first, but they fell harder” type beat, brief mentions / descriptions of wounds, scars, blood and physical abuse (NOT from tecchou)

༞ Author's Note...! the fic is going backward in time, i know that could come off as confusing but i promise i condensed it the best i could. the reader is basically recounting their memories, and of course yesterday would be more memorable than the day before that. so keep that in mind while reading if it helps!

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 2,735 words.

"W-Wait! This is too much!"

Tecchou was irrevocably head over heels in love with you, and you hardly knew him… This was his fourth advance toward you this week.

He was simply clueless. But who would Tecchou be without a pinch of oblivion?

What day was it— Wednesday, no, Thursday.

Today, Thursday: it was a bouquet of nearly a hundred roses. Personally delivered by him at your front door. How he got your address? Ah… up for debate. Tecchou was a Hunting Dog, after all. You thanked him for the roses but declined to accept them. He apologized for the unannounced visit, bowing his head before turning on his heel. You watched as he walked away from your apartment door. Your mind was telling you this was the right thing to do… but something in your heart was screaming out for you to—

"W-Wait…! Come back here tomorrow night— and no big grand gestures! Just bring yourself, leave the rest to me… okay?"

Tecchou whipped his head around at the sound of your voice. His mouth hung agape as he nodded in agreement. You could tell by the unbridled joy swirling within his chestnut irises that he was holding back his excitement. You hesitantly waved him off before inching your way back into your apartment. As you shut the door, the panic seeped in.

"Ah… did I just make a big mistake…?"

You sighed, trying to recount the events of this week that included Tecchou. Okay… we're going to need to backtrack for this. Starting with…

Wednesday: he showed up at your work. Again, how he got the address..? A true mystery. Anyway, Tecchou showed up in a tasteful black suit. Begging your boss to let you take a thirty-minute lunch break. The man got down on his hands and knees. Frankly, taking your boss so off guard; he had no choice but to say yes. After that, Tecchou took you to a five-star Michelin restaurant. He gazed into your eyes the entire time, asking you a million questions ranging from,

"Are you an only child?"

To,

"How do you feel about mixing the same colored foods?"

Upon looking at his plate, you knew the ladder question was equally important as the first.

After you two finished up, Tecchou walked you back to your workplace a few minutes early, so you wouldn't be late. Not wanting you to get scolded by your boss. As you made it to the front of the building, He grasped your hand; leaning down to kiss your knuckles, before taking his leave. All you could do was watch in awe as he walked away. How could he be so nonchalantly bold in this manner?

He was so puzzling… but something inside you yearned to solve this Tecchou-shaped puzzle.

Tuesday: a care package showed up at your doorstep. Weird… you didn't remember ordering anything? As you examined the box, you noticed the return address said it was from 'The Hunting Dogs headquarters'. Seemed legit enough to you. You took the parcel inside without giving it another thought, placing it atop your kitchen counter. Your eyes grew wide the moment you pulled the box open. You were staggered by the contents, to say the least. It was filled with all your favorite snacks and bottled drinks, some books you've been meaning to read, and most importantly… a note. From…Tecchou?

Tecchou… Tecchou… Tecch— who?!

Your mind was still fuzzy from the events on Monday and most importantly, Sunday. But the note jogged your memory a bit. It read,

[ To, The Brave Y/N:

I hope this package arrived to you safely. And that I remembered your favorite things correctly. The conversations we had in the hospital yesterday solidified my feelings for you. Y/N, what you did on Sunday most people won't do in their lifetime. You've thoroughly captivated me, and I hope you know your bravery paid off. The woman you saved is doing well and wished for me to send you her regards. Please rest up as much as you can. I will be in touch."

From: Suehiro Tecchou of The Hunting Dogs ]

Ah, that's right! It's sort of coming back now… wait, did this stranger named 'Tecchou' just confess to having feelings through this note?!

Monday: was a blur. You were in and out of consciousness. The blood loss really kicked your ass. More than you could have ever anticipated. As your lids finally opened entirely, you were alarmed as you saw a man in a uniform sleeping in front of your hospital bed. He was sitting in a chair that he clearly pulled to be closer to you. The man was resting his head atop your covers, snoring silently. His hat was hanging off the arm of his chair, silky dark-brown locks cascaded across the same blanket that covered you. Just as you were about to reach out; to touch his tempting tufts of hair, a hushed voice scolded you.

"He fell asleep moments ago, don't disturb him! This gentleman has been up all night with you. He's lucky he has some certification. Otherwise, I would have kicked him out ages ago. You two were chatting for hours! Keeping all the other damn patients on this floor awake! So, please, let him sleep. I don't need to hear you two chatting it up for seven more hours."

You couldn't recall a single conversation with this stranger that rested before you. Yet this nurse claimed otherwise? Your head was pounding still. You didn't have the energy to pester this nurse for all the details on this unknown man… at the moment. You knew he wasn't a threat to you, considering they allowed him to stay. And he had some sort of certification. So, that's all that really mattered to you at that moment. As you began to teeter out of consciousness once more, you just had one small question you managed to blurt out in your haze. That you would soon come to forget the answer to anyway.

"Wait… what's... his name..."

The nurse rolled her eyes before whispering,

"He said his name was Tecchou, Tecchou Suehiro."

[ Sunday: was the catalyst for all of this. This so-called Tecchou was on a mission, and you just so happened to be in the crowd when disaster hit. There were many causalities and tons of collateral damage from some asshole criminals' abilities. A piece of debris grazed your arm. You were in shock from the whole situation, not even realizing you were injured, until you felt something warm cascading down your forearm; blood.

You didn't focus on it too much. Your mind was more preoccupied with helping anyone else that could've been in danger at the time. Based on the people around you, your wound was on the "non-life-threatening" end of things. That's when you heard a pained cry, and your head whirled around faster than you could anticipate. When you caught a glimpse of the unsettling scene unfolding, your whole being flooded with rage.

The assailant had a young woman by the hair, laughing in her face about how "pathetic" she was. The poor woman just continued to sob. Begging the vile man to let her go. You couldn't stand back and witness this any longer— before you knew it, you were standing before the evil man himself. You grasped his wrist, yanking fiercely until his hold on the terrified woman loosened.

"Hey… why don't let her go, asshole. Don't you have anything better to do with your life?"

Your words struck a nerve inside the perp. In a matter of seconds, the woman was set free. The treacherous man opted for your arm instead.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

He squeezed firmly, causing more blood to spill from your wound. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, not allowing a single sound to slip past your lips.

"You heard me, loser. Do you get off on hurting innocent people? If so, that's pretty sick. I would be ashamed if I were you. Do you think dear old mommy would approve of your actions?"

He was livid at this point. Grasping your arm with more intensity. His free hand wound back balled into a fist and headed straight toward you. You closed your eyes, bracing for impact… but it never came? He was just about to punch you, was he not?

That's when a stern voice broke you out of your thoughts, causing your eyes to snap open.

"That's enough! Let them go. Immediately."

Your eyes thoroughly scanned the tall man beside you. He had stopped the criminal's fist with his own as if it was nothing. His lips were pulled into a firm line, eyebrows pointed down in aggravation. Based on the uniform he was wearing, this man was without a doubt, a Hunting Dog. You let out a small sigh of relief at this realization before your vision went blurry.

"Thank god… a Hunting Dog…"

Your body was failing you from all the blood you lost; legs giving out before you. The last thing you remember was feeling a strong set of arms encasing around your waist as your vision went dark. ]

Ah, that's right… This week turned your world upside down. But you still weren't sure if this guy, Tecchou, was your silver lining.

Friday: finally reared its head. The minute you got off work, you began preparing for his visit. He was a Hunting Dog… it's not like he would harm a normal person like you, right? Yeah, you were going to be perfectly fine… not like he was a complete stranger who somehow found your apartment and workplace; showing up to both with strange, but thoughtful gifts and gestures…

"Maybe I didn't think this out properly—"

Just then, the doorbell rang. Too late to turn back now. You slowly approached your door, gazing through the peephole; to make sure it really was Tecchou. Well to no one's surprise, it was. He was standing at your door… empty-handed! He actually held up his end of the deal.

Tecchou was clad in a grey pair of sweats. Paired with a black crewneck hoodie and Converse sneakers. This was the most casual you'd seen him all week. It threw you off slightly, but hey, this is what you asked for.

You were greeted by a warm smile from Tecchou the moment you opened the door. He had a slight pink hue to his cheeks at your seemingly shocked expression of his appearance.

"Do I… look strange?" Tecchou questioned. Tilting his head slightly before you gestured for him to come in.

"N-No! Not at all… you just look— you look nice." You stammered out, ushering him to the couch before you could embarrass yourself further.

"Really? Thanks. I think you look just as breathtaking as always, Y/N." He stated casually before taking a seat on your sofa. You could feel the heat rising to your face.

How could he say something so lovely in such a monotone voice?!

"Um… ah, thank you, Tecchou. I picked out a movie for us to watch if that's okay…" You suddenly felt very nervous as you took a seat beside him.

You grabbed a throw blanket that rested beside you on the couch before draping it over yours and Tecchou's lap. Your shoulders grazed past one another as you did so. His whole body tensed from this. More color painted his cheeks from the light touch alone before he stifled out a cough.

"Yeah, a movie sounds great."

You gave him a small smile and a nod before reaching for the remote resting on the coffee table. You pressed play, having already queued the movie up. You nervously played with the rings that decorated your fingers as the film began to play out. Tecchou watched you in his peripheral vision, picking up on your nervousness. Without another thought, his large palm ghosted over the back of your hands, halting you in your fidgeting.

“Hey… it’s okay. There’s no need to be anxious. If it makes you feel more at ease… you could… play with my hand instead.”

Your gaze was pulled away from the television at his words. Eyes now honing in on his hand placed atop yours from where they rested on your lap. He was gentle, hovering over the back of your hands. You could tell he was trying to make you feel less uneasy with his considerate gesture. It pulled at your heartstrings more than you would’ve liked to admit.

“Okay… thank you…”

You muttered sheepishly. Offering Tecchou a curt nod before grasping his hand with your own. Tecchou offered you a tight-lipped smile in return before averting his attention back to the movie. He was right; tracing along his digits did put your mind at ease. His hand was far coarser in comparison to your own.

Tecchou’s palms were littered with calluses and small nicks. Some were farther along in the healing process than others. As well as a few deeper scars. As you looked down at his larger hand; admiring them in all their glory, you wondered how Tecchou got these markings. There had to be a story behind them, no doubt. But you began to question what Tecchou's life was truly like. What he’s seen; what he’s endured.

You had completely tuned out of the movie. The only thing you could focus on was how desperately you needed to know more about this man sitting on your sofa. Your gaze trailed higher, subtly trying to admire him without getting caught. You were fascinated by the three markings under his left eye, wondering if they had any significant meaning to him. Tecchou looked so relaxed like this, too. You were positive this was the calmest you’d ever seen him. It felt nice to view him like this, out of the uniform and away from the battle. It almost felt taboo to see him in this light.

Sure, he was a little bit… forward, but the more you thought about it… the more endearing Tecchou became to you. Maybe, just maybe… he was that silver lining.

Before you knew it, the end credits were rolling. Your hand still interlocked with his. Thumb lazily soothing over the back of his palm. Tecchou’s eyes trailed over to you. His heart did a flip at the sight alone. Your fingers were intertwined, free hand tracing each and every single one of his digits. He watched your content face next, causing his mind to wander. You looked so angelic like this. Handling him with care and having such a warm expression etched into your features.

“You truly are an angel…”

Your head snapped up at his words, pulling you from your trance. You felt the heat rising to your face once more before you sputtered out,

“W-What?!”

Tecchou smiled so gently at you, eyes swirling with adoration before he repeated himself.

“You’re an angel, Y/N.”

You quickly shot up from your seat. Laughing nervously before you blurted out,

“Ah— I’m far from that! If anyone is an angel here, it’s y-you…” Your hands clasped over your mouth in embarrassment. Did you really just… blurt that out?!

Just then, Tecchou did the unthinkable. He started… chuckling…? You weren’t even sure he was capable of laughing. But you were sorely mistaken. His laugh was truly captivating. Seeing Tecchou with his defenses down, letting himself enjoy the moment was something you didn’t think you could ever get tired of.

You wanted to see him like this more often. You wanted to be the reason he experienced pure unbridled joy like this.

“Let’s just agree to disagree!”

“Not a chance. I’m sorry Y/N, but you’re an angel.”

Before you could argue back, Tecchou sat up. He towered over you as he now stood before you. Craning his neck down to get a more apparent view of your face.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow? I'd like a chance to redo this week. I want to take you on a proper date, Y/N.”

You slowly nodded in agreement. Still feeling flustered from his words only moments ago. Your eyes grew wide as he began leaning in closer. You watched him quizzically as he closed the distance between you two. His lip pressed softly against your cheek, leaving a lingering kiss. Tecchou slowly pulled back, eyes never once leaving yours.

“Is that a yes?”

“S-Sure… just nothing fancy, okay?”

༞ thanks again for reading, i appreciate you all! and there will definitely be a part two. i still need to write for Saturday, after all!

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