Chuuya and typical mafia work thoughts [pt1 or smth]
I've had this thought for a while, but Chuuya actually cares about new Mafia folk, and a lot, -- the so-called "green", -- even if he avoids them at most costs. sort of afraid of seeing familiar faces or anyone who's close in character to his old friends, the old well-known circle of people is safer. he knows what it takes to join PM, and what it takes to actually stay here, and that few people can manage that
usually Tachi or maybe Higuchi are in charge of the shooting range, but when Chuuya is, this is quite an experience. Chuuya is a good teach, even when he's being harsh. in this sense, he is the epitome of "gently, but firmly"; more of "firmly" than "gently" ofc, but nonetheless
he knows what it takes to survive here, and he can pick the bad apples out: the ones who won't make value for the Mafia or will have more of a challenge doing so. some might agree with his opinion on people, some might not, and other Executives are usually better at this than he is, but, he'll do, yeah
he's also the one who trusts people with a chance when they screw up -- if it's not too bad, of course. he believes people can outgrow themselves, even if rarely and apart from a few exceptions, but I'm unsure if he's ever told Dazai that
he would refuse personal care over someone if it was offered to him, perhaps realizing how f_cked up he is himself; entrusting him with another living being would be a literal death threat to whoever that is. he needs to sort himself out first, even if all he does is work to survive and survive to work (add workaholic to his troubles list). he would copy kouyou's sort-of-parenting style to the best of his ability, I think, if he had to care after someone. he's a good older brother, after all, and he's really nice with kids. though he might too get attached too soon. he's a team player, but solitude grew on him
he drowns in fighting and paperwork, and if that's out of reach he compensates that by harsh training, be it fencing, fist fighting, running or any other activity. do I think he has a training room in his home from now on? yes, I do. can't stop me. a fencing mannequin (Dazai's picture is on its face sometimes as well as the punching bag, but that's seldom, and that pic must be really old :( ), a punching bag, a treadmill. why bother going around when everything can be done from the calm and the safety of one's own home? Kouyou might come check his fencing skills from time to time, be it spectating his training, coaching or sparring; like I said, she's really nice towards him
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20:33 — apologies about how i come off, but i work too hard to ever come soft, i got two jobs that i wanna quit, i just had to get it poppin’ real quick, i done been through a lotta real shit | COOL by PENOMECO ft. tobi lou
seonghwa could see you at the corner of his eyes, sitting on your phone, wearing an outfit he can immediately tell was something you were not comfortable in. wooyoung and yeosang were doing their best to keep you company while hongjoong was off somewhere, getting drinks, he assumed. seonghwa couldn’t help but watch closely to his companions joking and laughing along with you.
something in seonghwa’s heart called him to him, but his brain kept him far from you. he wanted to open up, but he kept himself back. he didn’t want any type of pain to break through his barriers, and he couldn’t blame himself for that.
“what's going on?” hongjoong's voice echoed, seonghwa jumping at the other making his presence known.
"seriously?" seonghwa brows were traced with anger, glaring at the younger.
"what?"
"you scared the shit out of me." seonghwa grumbled, "fuck you."
hongjoong took his tone as a joke, passing him the drink he frequented at this location, "sorry, sorry." he chuckled, "hey, you know, i've been thinking-"
"that's no good." seonghwa teased, taking a sip of the drink, "what about?"
"y/n told me something." hongjoong looked to him, "turns out, she has a bit of a trauma bond with her family."
seonghwa continued to sip on the drink, furrowing his brows, "okay? why are you telling me this?"
hongjoong shrugged, "well, you, yourself have a bit of a trauma bond with your mom." he piqued, "maybe you can make conversation with y/n." hongjoong hinted.
seonghwa finished the last of the drink, "that's not the first thing i'd wanna talk about with someone i don't know."
hongjoong's voice raised an octave, "well, there's no saying you can't get to know her."
seonghwa rolled his eyes, "whatever." and he waved off his friend, "shoo."
hongjoong shrugged again, wandering over to the uncomfortable nightclub couch, offering you the drink he held in his hand.
you sat there with his friends, in his spot, in his favorite place.
he hated to admit that, yeah, he did have mommy issues, hell, even daddy issues. but seeing the warmth that emitted from that couch made him realize just how cold and empty the barrier was.
he'd keep to himself, occasionally letting a quickie in every once in a while to keep it warm, but the warmth left just as they did and he was all alone once again.
he was cold to his friends, to his family. to strangers. but his heart wanted to be warm, but every time he looked in the mirror, he saw a cold brain, sitting in a body that begged to be warmed.
his barrier was the cause of this cold.
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