Part 2

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Context: You run a little sandwich shop downtown in the city, and make enough to get by. There are dangers to it, though, and you often find yourself witness to some criminal activity, even mafia business. The criminals don't usually bother you, but one has been unusually kind for his stereotype, and you figure the least you could do is bring him lunch when you see him.

Setting: Your sandwich shop/an adjacent alleyway

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to ?][Mafia Tough Guy Speaker][Innocent Listener][Tsundere vs Bakadere/Deredere][Protective][A Little Possessive][Size Difference][Kind of Wholesome][Speaker Saves Listener][Flustered Boy][Maybe Himbo?][CW: Violence]

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[Scene opens outside a little sandwich shop]

[SFX: A bag rustling and footsteps that gradually lead into the sounds of a scuffle]

[You walk outside of your sandwich shop, holding a brown paper bag with a simple sandwich, some chips, and a drink. As you glance about, you hear a scuffle in a nearby alleyway]

“Rrgh, stay down… I said STAY DOWN!”

[SFX: Some hits and another man gasping in pain]

“You knew what would happen, Richard. Don’t stare up at me all innocent, you’re the one that signed the contract with the Don, you’re the one that didn’t pay back your debt. Now, I gotta take care of it on an empty stomach, so forgive me for being a touch fucking hangry!”

[SFX: More hits and cries]

[You approach and peer down the alleyway. A familiar face is looming over another man, his knuckles bloodied and eyes cold]

[...?]

[He jumps, startled, and his eyes widen as he sees you]

“H-Honey! What the Hell are you doing out here?!”

[Pause]

[He glances at the building to his right and facepalms]

“...Godamnit, I knew the building looked familiar… Look, go back inside, Honey, alright? You don’t need to see this.”

[Pause?]

“Why am I hurting him…? I, ah… It’s my job, sweetheart, alright? I’m an enforcer. I gotta enforce Donnie’s rules, OK? C’mon… I don’t like it when you see me doing shit like this. Shouldn’t be out here peering down dark alleyways anyway.”

[...]

“I… It’s real sweet of you to bring me lunch, but, godamnit, if you see too much, I’m gonna have to be wringing your neck next and I don’t want to do that… OK? Do that for me, sweetie, and I’ll come into the shop in a bit if you still want me, OK?”

[...]

“...please don’t look at me with those big, sad eyes… Breaks my heart, look. Honey, I’m… I’m a criminal, OK? Big, scary man sent after other big, scary men. I’m not a good person, and I hate that you look at me like I am… then look at me all betrayed, like… like I let you down.”

[Pause]

[He sighs, rubbing his face]

“C’mon, sweetheart. Go inside, OK? I’m using my gentle voice, I know you like that one. OK? … I won’t kill him, OK? I’ll let him go. OK?”

[Pause]

[You hesitate but turn back toward the busy street and wander toward your shop. Something catches under your foot and you feel yourself lose your balance]

“Hey. Hey! HEY, YOU’RE MOVING TOWARD THE STREET-!”

[SFX: Pretty busy traffic]

“HONEY!”

[SFX: Panicked, sprinting steps, and more traffic]

[You shut your eyes, fully prepared to be mowed down by a motorist… only to find yourself floating]

“I gotcha! Lord above… I gotcha. I, uh… Geeze, you’re small… I’ve, uh… ahem.”

[You finally open your eyes fully and see that he’s holding you up by your waist as if you were a doll. He stares at you, face flushed as he holds you above the ground]

“I-I, uh… Sorry. Sorry, here, I’m setting you down.”

[He does so and backs off with a scowl]

“Godamnit, you scared the wits out of me! You’re always so damn klutzy, you GOTTA be more careful! If I wasn’t around…”

[SFX: Panicked footsteps]

“Ah fucking fantastic, and there he goes, running off to bleed a different day. Cripes… you OK, Honey?”

[SFX: The bag rustling]

“Sweetheart, I appreciate you keeping me fed, honest, I do, but this area can be real dangerous. All the gentrification in the world ain’t gonna make this place safer for a sweet thing like you. Not with me around. Not with my boys around.”

[Pause?]

[He rubs his nose and swears quietly]

“Honey, even if you brought them all lunch, they… Look, they can sometimes… They do bad things, OK? I do… bad things, as you just saw...”

[Pause]

[He looks down at you, taken aback]

“You… still think I’m good…? Ah…”

[Pause]

[You gently push the bag into his arms while he stands there stunned]

“O-Oh, uh… Right. Sandwich. Thanks. Bye? W-Wait, you gotta get back to work right now?”

[Pause]

“Well…can I walk you the five feet back to the shop door? F-For safety reasons, of course.”

[Pause]

[He snorts a little and picks you back up]

“Fine. I’m picking you up, eyup. We’re walking a few steps, annnnnd I’m setting you down. There. Right back at the sandwich shop, where you need to stay and, say it with me now… SAFE. OK?”

[Pause]

[Your friend sighs, rubbing his face]

“...yeah, OK. I’ll take a soda to go, fine.”

[SFX: A lock being unlocked and a door chime]

[He trudges into the shop behind you, looking exasperated as you hand him a soda cup]

[SFX: A soda machine hissing]

“OK, look, can you level with me, please? Why are you being so nice to some lowlife thug like me, huh? All I did was help you carry in some damned produce one time.”

[Pause]

“Sometimes, that’s enough…? I don’t get it.”

[Pause]

“... Yeah. I guess it doesn’t cost a lot to be nice. Hey, uh, is it gonna scare off your customers if I eat here?”

[Pause]

“Thanks. Honey.”

[He sits and eats thoughtfully, not really looking at much of anything. You’re happy to let him while you attend to other customers]

[To be continued?]

Note: Godamnit, flustered tough guy x innocent cinnamon roll gives me life.