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[madcandyyo]

Butterflyes for a delinquent

Shinichiro sano x reader

Warning: age gap

You first met Shinichiro Sano because of a broken bicycle chain.

At least, that’s the version he knew.

The real version was far more embarrassing.

You had known of him long before that day. Everyone around the neighborhood did. The legendary former leader of Black Dragon. The guy everyone respected even after he retired from gang life. The idiot who smiled too softly to look intimidating despite his reputation.

You saw him for the first time when you were fiveteen.

He was outside his bike shop laughing with a customer, sunlight catching the silver rings on his fingers while he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

And like the absolute disaster you were, you developed the biggest crush of your life instantly.

Which would’ve been fine.

If he wasn’t ten years older than you.

At first, it stayed harmless.

You’d walk past the shop too often. Sit at nearby vending machines pretending to do homework while secretly watching him work on motorcycles. Sometimes you’d hear stories from local delinquents talking about him like he was some kind of retired war hero.

“He’s scary when he’s serious.”

“He’d beat anyone for his friends.”

“He got rejected again.”

That last one became your favorite.

Because somehow the terrifying former gang leader was painfully bad with women.

Over time, Shinichiro started recognizing you.

“The stalking’s getting concerning,” he joked one afternoon when he caught you sitting outside the shop for the fourth day in a row.

“I live nearby,” you lied.

You absolutely did not.

He tossed you a canned coffee anyway.

You kept the can for three months.

Things got worse after that.

Or better.

Depending on how delusional you wanted to be.

You started talking regularly. Small conversations at first. Then longer ones. You learned he stayed up too late, forgot to eat when busy, and acted confident while actually being ridiculously insecure.

And he learned the version of you that you carefully created.

Older.

Smarter.

Safe.

You changed little things at first.

A different age.

A fake story about graduating early.

You avoided specifics whenever he asked questions about school or family. Shinichiro wasn’t suspicious because he respected privacy too much to push.

Honestly, lying to him should’ve been harder.

But he trusted people so easily.

Especially people he cared about.

That was the problem.

He started caring about you.

It happened slowly enough that neither of you noticed immediately.

Late-night conversations at the garage.

Sharing convenience store meals.

Him calling you whenever he fixed a bike because “you’re weirdly good luck.”

You memorized the sound of his laugh.

He memorized your favorite drink order.

And somewhere in the middle of all that, your harmless crush turned into something dangerous.

Because Shinichiro looked at you differently now.

Not like a kid hanging around his shop.

Like someone he wanted beside him.

The first time you realized it for sure was during a rainy night at the garage.

The power had gone out, leaving only the sound of rain against the windows while you sat together under emergency lights.

“You know,” Shinichiro said quietly, “you’re kinda the first person who makes this place feel less lonely.”

Your chest nearly stopped working.

You stared at him.

And he smiled at you with that soft, honest expression that made lying feel unforgivable.

You should’ve told him then.

Instead, you asked quietly, “What would’ve happened if we met earlier?”

Shinichiro laughed. “Earlier? You probably would’ve hated me.”

“No,” you whispered before thinking.

His eyes flickered toward you.

The silence after that felt different.

Heavy.

Careful.

Real.

And when he walked you home that night, his hand hovered near yours the entire way without touching.

That was the moment everything became impossible.

Because now it wasn’t just a crush.

Now you were hurting someone genuinely good.

Still, you couldn’t stop.

Selfishly, horribly, you wanted just a little more time before reality ruined it.

So you kept lying.

Even while guilt slowly ate you alive.

Until the night in the garage when you finally admitted the truth.

And watched the exact moment Shinichiro’s heart broke along with yours.

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Idk should i make this into chapters or nah 👻

I'll make it into a chapters if this does good so leave a heart and comment bby 🫰