ft. komako funakoshi x f! reader — yandere simulator
╰₊✧ tired of only being seen as an ideal housewife, komako asks you to help her find her true self and come out of her shell┊2k words
contains: ooc komako, tomboy/sports club reader, traditional/conservative views, mentions of homophobia, komako falls first and harder
➤ author's note: im pretty sure komako loves being a traditional housewife but i rewrote her because i think she should be more than that
“considered to embody all of the traits that are associated with the 'ideal Japanese wife' - being kind, gentle, graceful, humble, patient, virtuous, respectful, benevolent, honest, charitable, faithful, etc.”
yamato nadeshiko. komako has heard this term used to describe her many times. growing up, her family encouraged her to follow this ideal, paying for her lessons to become housewife and mother material as well as helping to train her into adopting all of the needed traits until they came to her naturally without needing to think about it for even a second. during a time when girls were starting to become rebellious and were breaking out of the strict expectations set for them, she received many compliments throughout her life for depicting the innocence and obedience women used to be like before this modern time that conservatives despised. she’s surrounded by boys who were looking to court her and girls who wished to learn her ways, making her one of the most popular and well-liked students in school.
and yet… she wasn’t quite happy with it.
of course, she is more than grateful for all of the skills she developed, which have allowed her to help the people around her, and she is proud of having everyone looking to her as a symbol of an ideal woman… but that’s all she was— a symbol of a nearly unachievable ideal and her future husband’s wife instead of her own person.
she isn’t quite sure where this resentment of everything she represented came from, but she grew tired of only being known as a man’s dream wife. there’s so much more to her, she knows it, but it’s all lost to the years of dedication she put into becoming who she was today. if she wasn’t “yamato nadeshiko,” then who was she really? yes, she enjoyed the idea of cooking and cleaning, maybe even being a mother, but she detested the idea of doing all that for a rich man who would only be away on business most of the time while she stays at home looking perfect for him and attending to his every need so that he wouldn’t need to lift a finger.
her days at akedemi were spent wondering about who she truly was on the inside, all while going through the motions of what was expected of her. in the center of it all, she wanted to be kind and to help others, but how was she going to do all that when she was going to be a glorified servant to her future husband who wouldn’t have time for anyone outside of her family?
she wandered over to the nearby field, watching the sports team playing football, boys against girls, with most of the student body on the other side watching and cheering them on. you stood out to her particularly with that bright smile of yours, looking so proud to be among them with your hair slick with sweat, the surface of your knees scraped, and green grass stains all over your white t-shirt as you were knocked over to the dirt. there didn’t seem to be a care in the world when it came to you, not caring about being more masculine, not caring about being outspoken, not caring about getting down and dirty… she wondered how you did it in a country where those traits were looked down upon in women.
there was a part of her that was envious at first, but her good nature quickly shut it down, and she decided right then and there that she was going to learn how to embrace her true self from you, even if it meant she needed to do a whole lot of soul-searching to achieve it.
“komako, kick the ball over!” you shouted, shaking her out of her thoughts.
she looked down to see that the said ball had rolled over to her, and you had run over to retrieve it, but were still waiting for her to do what you asked. she wasn’t supposed to make any aggressive movements like kicking, being told it was unladylike all her life, and also risked flipping her skirt up higher than what was appropriate, but seeing you standing there, slightly confused by her hesitation, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and delivered the strongest kick her body would allow her to muster.
it was still relatively gentle by your standards, but it managed to reach you as you gave a quick word of thanks before heading back to your game, the ball being expertly maneuvered by your feet as you kicked it back in the direction of your team’s goal.
komako felt her heart beating so fast. it was such a small action, yet it felt so defiant against everything she knew. her parents and tutors would throw a fit if they saw what she just did, claiming an ideal woman should only make small, feminine movements, but they wouldn’t have any idea how happy she felt to do something normal for once. for just a second, she was another girl participating in a soccer match with her fellow classmates, not cooped up in the home economics room following another recipe which may have been her future husband’s favorite.
once the game was over and you were leaving the locker room, she stopped you for just a moment, feeling nervous yet determined in her newfound goal of discovering herself. her tone was a little more pushy than she would have liked, but when she reached out to hold your hands in hers, there was a strong emphasis on how important this was to her as she asked you to “teach her your ways” and help her “embrace her true self.” you were a little shocked, thinking she was the one who should be teaching you her ways if anything, but seeing how she trusted you enough to tell her about her current struggles, you agreed to do so in the best way you could, even though you didn’t exactly have the foggiest way to do so.
you decided that a good starting point was to come out of her shell, and invited her to come hang out with you after school. she was nervous since she had no idea what you had in mind, and also because she was supposed to be spending her time after school reading a novel on elegance, but there was a part of her which was excited to start this journey of self-discovery.
although, she didn’t quite expect for you to hop on a motorcycle and hand her a spare helmet. there was obvious hesitation on her face, knowing that motorcycles were stereotyped to be the vehicle of choice of the unmannerly, but hearing you promise that it was safe and that you would be taking good care of her made her feel more at ease. it took her a few minutes to get situated behind you, and once you took off, she wrapped her arms around you and buried her face in your back out of fear of falling off with a little squeak.
soon, komako became more comfortable, allowing herself to peek at her surroundings while her long hair was whipping around in the wind. her heart was beating even faster than the speed you were going at, although she wasn’t quite sure if this was a normal speed or if you were going faster than usual just to scare her. you were talking about something, probably your plans for the rest of the day and how it would help her out when she gets involved, but she wasn’t listening if she was being honest, even if it was incredibly rude to be wrapped up in her own thoughts while another was speaking. all she could think of was the sudden realization of how close she was to you. she could smell the berry-scented soap you used to wash off earlier, blushing and pulling herself even closer to you before she could catch herself.
despite your tomboyish nature and how rough you can be when wrestling with the other sports club members, you were still very kind and gentle when it came to handling other living beings. when you unexpectedly arrived at a local animal shelter, you helped lift her off the leather seat because she clearly didn’t know how to get off herself. she shouldn’t be as surprised as she was about your strength when you carried her before putting her down, but for those few seconds, she felt like a princess being held by her prince… or in this case another princess…
all of the dogs and cats seemed to love you as they promptly swarmed you the second you both entered the back, one of the larger canines even knocked you over to the ground while licking your face. she stood there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do as they started sniffing her, trying to identify this stranger, but you promised her that none of them bit and gave her some tasks to go before you would drive her home.
at first, she was a little confused about how this was supposed to help her, but she quickly understood when she saw how easy it was to come out of her shell when she was around animals rather than people. they were so silly and energetic, excitedly running around in circles while she filled their food bowls, wagging their tails when she threw them a ball, and getting up on their hind legs to rest their front paws on her body for more of her attention. they didn’t have any lofty expectations from her; all they wanted to do was play with her, and she was laughing and giggling like an idiot, allowing herself to forget about being ladylike and focusing on their needs instead, while having the time of her life, spending it with you.
she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy, and when you were taking her back, she couldn’t stop talking about how much fun she had and how grateful she was to you for the experience. there were no words in her expansive vocabulary that could express her emotions, so she took a leap of faith instead to show through her actions, placing a quick peck on your cheek before rushing inside. she could see you sitting there, bewildered for a few seconds before smiling while driving off, leaving her with a funny, warm feeling in her chest as she skipped up the stairs to her front door.
of course, her family was astonished to see how she looked when she entered the living room with scuff on her previously pristine shoes, dirt stains on her cream skirt, sweat clinging to her skin, her pin-straight hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and pet fur sticking to the fabric of her uniform, but she simply declared she was going to bathe before they could ask any questions.
while the water rushed over her body, she started thinking more deeply about the events that transpired mere hours ago, mulling over and over again about the time she spent with you. the more she thinks about it, the more she is willing to accept that the reason she chose you to help her out rather than the other sports club girls was because she already had a blossoming crush on you. she’s always known that she was interested in men and women alike, but she had no idea how others would react when they learn about it, always just hoping she would fall for a man so that she could fit into the mold she was given.
she won’t say anything about it, she doesn’t have the courage to do so yet, but she knows that she’s going to fall head over heels in love with you. instead of loving a rich man to be his traditional wife and mother to his children, she was going to fall for a tomboy who shows her the beauty in an entirely different world she never knew of, and she was so excited to see you again that she could barely sleep.
request:
Komako Funakoshi falling in love with a tomboyish girl reader, I just want to see the dynamic. :)
ermm... hcs of my two fav rarepairs + one of my otps!!!!
heyyyyy gang!!! anyways let me cut to the chase.
TW: horrible and probably generic-like headcanons and dialogues. reader's discretion is advised.
I. Reiichi Tanaami X Teiko Nabatasai
Secret admirer letters, maybee?
Reiichi would call her names like ‘darling’, ‘my love’ etc etc etc any formal nickname. But Teiko, on the other hand, chooses to call him by his title of President.
Chivalry ™
Reiichi wrote a whole ass list of approx. 1000 reasons on why he absolutely adores Teiko (it's all about her personality, her traits and her talents).
His parents approve of her, but his sister would probably talk shit since she's the spoiled, self-indulgent motherfucker she is. (And he would totally not throw hands, hehe!)
Some of the teachers would probably tease both of them. Even the damn Headmaster.
“ Does our prodigy like the President, hmm? ” or “ Seems like the prodigy is the only one who can melt the President's heart of ice, haha! ”
He likes to kiss her knuckle while kneeling down on one knee and gently holding her hand like a gentleman (in private, OBVI).
Formality. They absolutely don't know how to be informal with each other.
Once again (and in conclusion)... chivalrous Reiichi Tanaami is canon.
II. Komako Funakoshi X Joze Shiuba
Komako would teach Joze Japanese, and tell him all about Japanese traditions and culture since she's traditional and all.
As for him, he'd talk about all about Brazil to her.
Joze would do cheesy ass math/science puns. He can be a little awkward at romantic gestures but hey, he'll get the hang of it.
After Joze found out that Komako is interested in gardening, he bought her some flowers and a letter written in Portuguese because of his ass skill at writing Japanese.
She'd protect him from any racism like for example:
“ Oh my gosh! Did you know that Joze is bad at Japanese like.. ”
“ Um.. excuse me but please, you shouldn't talk about others like that. It's.. really disrespectful and can be hurtful. And just because Joze is bad at Japanese.. doesn't mean he's not an equal. He's human. Like you and me.. like all of us. It doesn't matter if he's a foreigner; he should still be treated with respect. ”
III. Hozumi Takeda X Sonoko Sakanoue
Justice Couple™
He likes to help her with solving cases.
I like to imagine that when Sonoko was investigating Akademi, she'd protect Hozumi from danger.
They'd probably read detective novels together during their free time.
“ I'm warning you, kid. Break her heart and I'll do more than just break your knees. ” —The Journalist, circa 1989.
Sonoko is a PDA hater for life. So she would have to warm up to Hozumi in private in order to earn her soft side.
Oh, and she prefers subtle gestures. So does he.
She has boundaries and he respects them. Even in private, he always asks if she's comfortable enough for any form of physical affection.
