Ushijima Wakatoshi

A/N: I know a lot of you are expecting the goddamn Werewolf! Bokuto lemon-- but hear me out!! I want to make it as worth the wait as I possibly can-- I promise this isn't just laziness! And whenever I am in the mood to write, something urgent comes up.  Please find it in your hear to forgive me, I'm trying as best as I can!! TwT


In the meantime, please accept this Mafia! Ushijima that I came up with when I was scrolling through Pinterest. I swear Bokuto's coming up!


"An Eagle to A Swan"


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"(y/n)." A monotonous vocal mutters as you were tending to a table occupied by a group of men dressed in white, formal suits. As you tore your gaze away from the men, immediately their eyes scanned you from head to toe. 


Unbeknownst to you, they had been eyeing you from the moment they'd stepped into the coffee shop. They were very subtle with their gazes, but under the Ushiwaka's falcon-like gaze, such a gesture did not go unnoticed. The redhead seated beside him had also held some suspicion against the group but he felt as though Ushijima already had urges to take action.


'Course Tendou was right. 


Smiling, you shift your gaze over to the man that had uttered your name, your eyes coming into contact with dark-olive irises that seemed to pool with fascination, despite appearing so bored.


"Yes Wakatoshi?" You inquire as you approached your boyfriend's table. You swore you a deadly glint flashing across Ushiwaka's eyes as he spares a millisecond staring at the table behind you. 


"I'd like another cup of coffee." Ushiwaka requests, extending his mug towards you, Tendou doing the same as his lips stretched out to display a lazy, cat-like smile. "Thanks, (n/n)-Chan~" The redhead winks and you gladly obliged.


As your form disappears into the kitchen for their refill, Ushiwaka was quick to reach below him, into a secret compartment where he then retrieved his infamous rocket-launcher, in other words, A FUCKING BAZOOKA MATE.


Only Ushiwaka and a selection of his colleagues know of this compartment. And he didn't worry over the potential of someone else discovering his arms, considering that you only ever let him and his squad sit there. 


Fortunately enough, it was a tad bite late into the evening, hence the reason why there were barely any customers. Save for the troublesome group that Ushiwaka was now staring down, intensely. 


If looks could kill, six feet under wouldn't be enough to define their situation. 


And let's be honest, the male could care less whether or not there were people around to witness his brutal ferocity in action. 


 "Whoa there beastie, no need to get all hostile now." A volunteer from the opposition tries to reason, a bead of sweat rolling down his temples although he tried to play it off composed.


Ushiwaka presumed him to be the leader of the group but sensed no leading qualities in the man, the olive-haired mafia boss could only look at him in utter disgust. "Not when you're looking at (y/n) like she's a piece of livestock, I'm not taking any chances." Growled Ushiwaka, his glare sharpening. 


"Best finish your meals and move your lanky legs. When you don't want them to be the only limbs left of 'ya, you know, just to make sure you get Miracle Boy's message here." Tendou adds, giving off the same amount of intimidating aura despite his playful choice for vocals. 


The men were grumbling amongst themselves before turning once more, towards the terrifying duo. "You think your threat's going to scare us away? We ain't done anything wrong." A second man protests, playing the desperate, victim card.


Tendou snickered, "Yet." The redhead tauntingly corrects.


It seemed as though Ushiwaka's words alone couldn't get through to them-- oh well, their mistake. 


Ushiwaka's hands quickly positioned properly to around the firearm, sparing no reluctance in aiming the weapon towards the men, who flinched in fright.  


"And I don't do well with threats, only promises." 


  KABOOM!!


"Wakato--" You called from the entrance of the kitchen, only to be gently shoved back by Tendou himself, who had clamped his hands over your ears as to not damage your hearing from the sound being emitted by the launcher, smiling down apologetically at you for the damage your poor coffee shop had to experience tonight. 


You gazed up innocently, brows furrowing as you mouthed 'what's wrong?' towards the red-haired male. You've grown slightly used to your boyfriend's predictable unpredictable antics when it came to your well-being, but you still couldn't comprehend the reasons why he had to be so...


EXTRA.


Tendou answers back with a light lie, "He's only jealous." As you could only sigh. 


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Word Count: 800


Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy. 

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