hey so how do you think sakura, Suo, Nirei and Kiryu would deal with having a girly girlfriend who hasn’t seen the fights. The boys don’t really speak about the fights. They think their girlfriends this sweet, innocent thing. When one day, they get proved wrong. they walk in on their girlfriend starting to be assaulted and s/o screams and beats the sh-t out of the person (had kicked the guy in the dick or pepper sprayed his eyes as overkill at end of it), and runs off? She didn’t even notice her boyfriend had shown up? They confront their gf and gf is like “heeeey 👋🏻:D”?
Fake it || Windbreaker boys x reader
“Did you just punch that guy?”
♡ “Yep!”
☆ In which: Many see you as a sweet feminine girl. So how do you boyfriends react when they see you sucker punch a guy? [ Sakura, Suo, Nirei and Kiryu ] ☆ contains: f!reader, minor manga spoilers for Kiryu, violence, blood, harassment, mention of vomit, attempted assault, threats [ please let me know if I missed anything! ] ☆ A/N: HiHi! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ This was so fun to write! I love the idea of innocent sweet characters being able to punch someone! Just a heads up, I think I ended up reusing the image of bloody hands a lot in this fic… I do apologize! My younger cousins is analysing Macbeth and to help her I just read the transcript and now it’s stuck in my head (◞‸◟,) Anyways I love you all sm and Happy reading! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ♡ wc: 1,125 - 1,761 words
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sakura.H » Sakura just wants to protect you » Despite everything, his hair, his attitude, his past, you’re still here loving him » He will run to the end of the earth to protect that precious smile of yours » So when he sees you getting attacked, he’s already running towards you » wait why are you fighting him?! Is that pepper spray?! Oh and he’s on the ground! » Sakura just stands there for a few seconds with a blank expression, trying to load what just happened » It takes a chocolate frappacino to bring him back to life » He thinks you’re really cool for being able to defend yourself » It gives him peace of mind to know that you will be safe even if he isn’t close by » But how will he find the words to tell you?
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What just happened.
All Sakura remembered was the way his chest tightened up. The way his hands curled into a fist as he stand up from the table. Omurice half eaten. The way he pushed through the door of Pothos without another care.
He would never do this. Would never so quickly run out while talking to Umemiya-san. Never leave his Omurice uneaten. Never push past Togame to keep chasing. So why did he do it today?
It’s because of you.
His breathing increased as he watched a stranger run away with not only your stuff, but you. His dry flaky clenched around your wrist as he continues to run. His oily hair shining in the day light as he turns into an alleyway. Your shoes scratching against the sound as a scream.
The image of you replays in Sakura’s mind. Your wide eyes. Your hand trying to pry your wrist free. Your red wrists. You looked scared. Which only made Sakura feel like a ghostly hand was wrapping at his heart. Cutting off all the love you’ve given him.
No. He can’t lose you. He can’t lose you after you’ve shown him that you loved him. He can’t lose you after all the times you’ve shown up for him. Not now. Not ever. He had to save you.
All Sakura could do was run. Run to save you. Run to save the person who smiles at him despite all his flaws. Run to fight the person who dare tries take away his home. His legs begin to ache as he follows after him. Teeth clashing against each other.
His heart sinks as he watch the guy turn one more corner. He knew it was a dead-end. He knew you wouldn’t be able to escape. He knew he was your one shot of survival. So, he sprinted.
Sprinting despite the ache in his legs. Despite his shallow breathing. Despite his pounding heart. Because all that matters was you. The fact that you are in danger.
Well, was in danger
Sakura eyes widen as his feet stop. Staring at the scene before him. His pounding heart slowing down. Hand unclenching.
His mind was racing with questions. How did? Why? Are you? His heart started to hammers against his chest once more as he looks ahead of him.
The screams. Loud, high-pitched, deafening. Gutteral screams of pain echo through the alleyway. Making Sakura sharply take in a breath. Wincing at the display of violence. Wincing at the implied pain. Wincing at the sight.
The sight of you kicking your attacker in the balls.
Your eyes were wide. Your breaths calm as you swing your leg. Before turning to elbow him in the chest. Gritting your teeth as you watch him fall to his knees.
The man was hunched over. Shaking with his hand over his crotch. Eyes stuck to the floor beneath you. Hand gripping the floor as short gasps for air comes out of him.
It was terrifying seeing the girl, who wouldn’t dare yell at him, stand over a man hunched over. It was terrifying seeing the girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly send a kick straight someone twice her height. It was terrifying seeing his girlfriend beat a man up. The scene is almost as terrifying as a horror movie.
A horror movie he would love to see again.
Sakura felt his hands relax besides him. A small grin on his face as he watches. As he watches the man look up at you pitifully. As he watches the man beg for mercy. As he watches you deliver one final kick to his face.
You stand over him. Your face a mix of disgust and disappointment. You wiped you hands off on the side of his jacket. Eyebrows scrunched in frustration as you stare at the man’s limp form.
You looked horrific. The quiet concentration makes Sakura’s heart beat louder in his chest. The slight curl of your hands. The frown tugging at your lips as your eyes stared the man dead.
You looked horrific. Horrifically hot.
Why the hell did you look so elegant? The soft rise and fall of your chest. The slight part of your lips. But the most gorgeous thing was your eyes.
You snapped your head to stare at Sakura.
Your mouth opened to say something, but Sakura couldn’t hear it. No, everything was a blur. Except those eyes.
Those eyes and the way your gaze changed. They were soulless as you stared ahead. Empty. Lifeless. But when you turned your head, your eyes widened slightly. Before, they lit back up with their usual shine. Shining bright as you gazed upon him. The only thing he could see in the reflection was his own mixed matched hair.
Your voice sounded light as you walked. No, ran towards him. Your voice following a simple melody as you stand before him. Flashing him the sweetest smile a man could ever see. His heart pang. He had to do something. His fear still rushing through him. He needed a way to calm down.
“Hi Haruka! I’m so sorry for being late, so you see th-“
All he could do was hug you. Two arms pressing your warm body against him. Hands clutching the back of your clothing. Continuously tighter. His head fell against your shoulder as he chokes out a sound. A soft, quiet, almost a cry. His body shakes as he grips you closer and closer.
His breathing was heavy against your ear. A sharp inhale, a shaky exhale. A warmth runs up and down your back as Sakura’s palm follows in suit. He squeezed you once. Twice. Three times. Before simply holding you in his arms.
“Don’t do stuff like that again,” His voice is cracking. A sob choking against his throat. “Don’t don’t,”
Don’t what?
That’s all you could think as your hands sink into his hair. Slowly running through the knots. Slowly running through the locks you compliment everyday. Slowly running through the thing that caught your eye that day.
Don’t what? Don’t fight? Don’t be so brutish? Your heart ached. It scream. A quiet devestating cry. It’s disgusting isn’t it? Seeing someone, someone so cheery fighting? Gosh of course he wouldn’t want to see you fight.
Your hands twirl one of his hair strands as he pulls you closer. Your hands cracked with blood. Your hands laced with the crimes of a punch. You could never be clean now. Hands always going to be a sickly red.
He is always going to know you made a man fall unconcious. You’re so gross. Of course you shouldn’t fight. Of course he says don’t-
“Don’t let me lose you,” his voice sounding more like a broken cry for help. His hands pull me in tighter, not letting me go. “Don’t scare me again,”
You felt your chest tighten. His hands squeeze you. Before he pulls away abruptly. Hands running up to cup your face gently. As if he was terrified of hurting you.
His eyes were shining. Tears threatening to fall, but Sakura wasn’t letting them. Not when his love is safe. Not when you’re safe. Not when the only thing shining in his eyes is the sight of your face. A sight he was certain he would never see again.
“He could of hurt you,” Sakura says softly. Eyes glancing to the man on the floor. “I couldn’t do anything,”
He looks like he’s about to cry. About to beg you to be more careful. About to scream about how horrible some men are.
But no, he laughs. A choked stupid laugh as he pulls you in once more. A laugh that echos out as your hand slips into his. A laugh that lingers as you too pull away, connected only by your fingertips.
“But you could save yourself,” he says softly. A smile on his face as he squeezes your hand. “Why didn’t ya tell me you could do that?”
Now you’re laughing. A grin on your face as you lean close to him. Hand cupped around to his ear. Your voice soft as you whisper.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” when your eyes met once more, his expression was on of bewilderment. Eyes wide before a small grin appears on his face.
“How’d ya do that then?” He asks curiously. Head titling as you both stare at eachother with stupid grins.
“I dunno,” you admitted grinning up at him. Shrugging slightly as you smile. You poked his soft cheeks. “I just though bout what my lovely Haruka would do!”
His face burned a bright red. His eye widening as he looks away. Incoherent sounds left his mouth as the tips of his ears turn a bright red. Which only makes your face ache from how hard you were smiling.
“Shut up!” He exclaims as he covers his face. Your lips press against his cheek softly as his looks away. Before you started laughing.
“I was only answering your question!” You answers with a smile. Pulling Sakura’s hands of his face softly. To expose his bright red expression. An expression that melts into a soft smile as he stared at you.
At you laughing. At you joking. At you making his face flush. It felt so normal. It felt so right. It felt like it could of been taken away from him at any moment.
It terrified him that it almost did. That he would never see the light in your eyes as you press your soft lips against his. That he would never feel your hand in his as you walked. It terrified him that he wouldn’t be able to tell you how much you mean to him. That you almost slipped away from him.
But you didn’t. Sakura squeezed you hand tighter. So, it would only be an idiotic move to stay silent. He calmed his breaths down as he moves to stand besides you.
“I love you,”
“Huh?”
“I love you so much”
“I love you too Haruka!”
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Suo.H » Suo loves to protect you » The way you play into his jokes, your sweet smile, the way you lean into him when you fall asleep. He just adores you » He was willing to beat up a knocked out man if they even so dared to think about hurting you » So, when he saw you getting cornered by a random person? Well he was ready to knock them out » But when he instead saw you holding your own, and kicking their balls? He was shocked to say the least » Not the bad kind of shocked, but the kind of shocked that stems from being so impressed » He definitely teased you non-stop about it » “Oh no I’m getting hurt by this bug! Y/N please save me!” » But he really is so proud of you like, yes that’s my girlfriend omg!
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It wasn’t often that Suo lost his composure.
He was always smiling. Back always straight. Not a even his hair would ruin the perfect picture he has made for himself. He never lets his emotions take control of him.
Almost never.
It felt like the world was on fire. His heart was screaming in his ears as he watches. He shoves the door of the bookstore he was in open with a clenched fist. His legs brought him into a sprint as he approached.
It’s childish to let your emotions take control of you. It’s childish not to think of a plan. It’s childish to attack first. But, if it is childish to protect you? Well then call Suo a godamn 6-year old.
Your back was pressed against the wall. A hand with dirt all over pressed next to your head. Your eyes were wide as you scanned the area. Your hands and legs shook in a silent prayer. A prayer you only wished harder for as the man leaned in closer, covering your face.
It felt as if all the anger he’s ever had pent up came out in this moment. His throat tightening at the mere thought of someone laying a hand on you.
You. An angel sent from above. Someone who smiled at him. Someone who dealt with all his tricks. Someone whose eyes shined with more passion he could ever feel.
You’ve always had Suo wrapped around your finger. The idea that someone else would dare put out your flame made his blood boil. His feet kept running across the street. His arm already backed behind him ready to punch.
It’s said your brain naturally sets a limit to the amount of strength you have. For any more would lead in injury. But in that moment, Suo’s brain had lost all need for that limit. Because he is willing to break his arm and lose his second eye just to keep you safe.
Thankfully he wouldn’t need to do that anytime soon.
For as he arrive at the scene, your foot was smacked against the attackers face. Cracking sounds echoing throughout the space. The man staggers back. Covering his nose with a hand.
His eyes were wide. Body shaking as you step closer. His teeth clenched as he steps back. A red painting his cracked lips.
A red you saw up close as you lift him by his shirt. A vibrant bright red you stared at. A brilliant shining red that painted your own hands as they reinflict the wound.
Your eyes weren’t frantic with rage. They weren’t burning bright. They weren’t anything. They were hollow. Empty. Like the violence that you were committing had no effect on your wellbeing.
That’s what terrified Suo the most.
He saw himself as you land punch after punch. He saw himself as your hands drop the man’s body on the ground, staring as blood soaked the man’s very being. He saw himself as you walked closer.
He saw the violent battle against KEEL. He saw the flicker in his classmates eyes. He saw the hollow satisfaction from KEEL as you kicked him in the stomach. All he could see was that moment.
That moment where rage blinded him. When all he could think about was the blood of those who dared to harm his classmates. Where all his teaching and disciplines fell behind him. Where all he could do was feel. Feel helpless. Feel scared. Feel angry
He hated how that’s all he could think about. He hated how he needed a hand holding him back. He hated how he let himself be a monster. Beating up unconcious men for the sake of revenge.
He hates how he felt that but couldn’t place his finger on what you were feeling.
All he saw was the same outcome. The same loss of composure. The same breathlessness. The same anger. He couldn’t see you.
His angel. The person who wouldn’t dare harm even a fly. The person who couldn’t even dare tease him. The person who can’t think of making someone feel bad. He couldn’t see that person. All he saw was your anger.
Anger is a terrifying emotion. An emotion that needs to be controlled. So as the man’s eyes close shut. Metallic red liquid dripping down his forehead. Suo walked closer.
His footstep heavy as your hands clench his shirt. Arm high above your head. Eyes locked onto the man below. Eyes hollow as you move to hit him.
But, a hand stopped you.
A clean bare hand, wrapping around your red sleeve as you stared below. Heart shaking as you turned your head softly. Only to be faced with the sight of an eyepatched man. The sight that made your heart stop beating.
“Come on now darling, there’s no point in beating up an unconcious man,” Suo’s voice was cheery on the surface, but his tone was unwavering. His eyes were locked on yours. Not even a sembalence of thought appearing on his face.
Your breathing felt like it stopped. Your heart felt like it stopped. Your blood felt like it stopped. Nothing moved. For nothing matter more than his gaze. His maroon eye staring at you own eyes. A silent argument between you two.
Your hands clutched around the shirt of a monster. Someone who tried touching, feeling, loving without reciprocation. Someone whose mouth cracked into a smile as you kicked him, giving him the view he was begging for. Someone who not only tried caring for you, but also tried making your blood his personal red paint.
It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting. He deserve another punch. He deserve to be hurt. He deserves this violence and all the pain you could bring upon him…
“Oh silly me!” Your hands hastily release his shirt. A sweet smile breaking out on your face as you turn to face your lovely boyfriend. “Thought he was taking a nap,”
… But unfortunately, your boyfriend was right. All he deserve is to be knocked unconscious. Going overboard would only complicate things, so it’s better to simply stay still.
It’s normally better to just agree. To just smile sweetly at your lover as you pretend nothing happened. To just wrap your arms around his torso with the arms soaked in blood. It’s simply better to taint the back of his jacket with blood you’ll never clean off your hands.
It works most of the time. A smile and a hug fools most. But Suo Hayato is not most. For his hand wraps around my body patting my back softly. Patting it softly As he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. His smile wavering.
“Was this the first time this has happened?” Suo whispers as he pulls your body closer. You nod. He sighs as he combs his finger though your hair.
It feels suffocating to be touching someone who cares after doing something, something so henious. You can’t help the tremble. You can’t help the way you grip onto him tighter. You can’t help the way you feel so scared.
He touched you. You could feel his breath against your skin. You could see the cracks in his fingers. Cracks that spread across his disgusting body.
You needed to clean yourself. The dirt and grim he placed on you feel as though they’ll never come off. Your skin will never be as the same as it was. Tainted by a sinner.
All you felt in that moment was fear. Fear of whatever he planned to do with your helpless body. Fear of whatever he planned to do to you. Fear that no one would show up.
That’s what scared you the most.
Not that pain. Not the disgust. Not your faith. But simply, no one would be there to save you. No one would kick them away. No one would protect you.
It feels as though no one would protect you now as Suo hugs you tighter. You tremble in the same way as his hand strokes your hair. You breaths are sharp and shallow as you grip onto him. Quiet cries of fear fall out of you.
“He almost had me Suo,” is all you could spit it out. Arms limp besides you as your head stays against him. “He would of gotten me,”
Tears threatened to spill as you were held. Held firm and tightly. As if Suo was more scared of someone hurting you than you were. A soft kiss was pressed against your head as you held him tighter.
“I know,” he whispers out. Holding you a bit tighter. So tight that you could hear his racing heartbeat. “But you’re safe now,”
You’re safe. Those two words sit in your heart. Safety. The notion felt impossible only moments before, but it seems to be reality now. No one can hurt you as Suo holds you close. No one can hurt you as Suo plays with you hair. No one can hurt you.
You stay quiet. Body rocking softly against Suo’s. Heart beat slowing as you lean against his touch. Letting your eyes move from the attackers body to the world around you. Has the sky always been this blue?
It’s safe in Suo’s arms. He can protect you can’t he? He’ll be there for you. He’ll love you and make sure nothing will happen. You’re safe because of-
“It’s all because of you,” Suo whispers out. Pull away from the hug to cup your cheeks in his hands. A smile on his lips. Not a practice one, but a true one.
“You’re the one who fought the guy,” Suo explains softly, thumbs wiping the tears you didn’t realize were falling. His visible eye creases as he smiles.
“You looked so cool,” his voice quietens as the seen replays in his mind. A terrifying killer. Someone he’d never thought he’d see fight. The spirit of him living through the one he loves. This realization only makes Suo grin. “Maybe I’ll be asking you to protect me next time!”
A choked laugh escapes you. You felt your lips turn up as you let yourself laugh. Your cheeks aching from the strain of your smile. A type of joy that couldn’t never be replicated.
A type of joy that stems from being your own hero. A type of joy that makes you realize you could defend yourself all along. A type of joy that could only be achieved because of a certain man with an eyepatch.
A man with an eyepatch who was willing to tell you how safe you always were.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Nirei.A » Nirei prides himself on knowing every little thing about you » He knows your shoe size, he knows your grandma’s Facebook account, he knows which side of your mouth you brush first » So how in the world did he not know that you knew how to beat someone up?! » This boy basically falls in love with you all over again when he sees you defend yourself » he immediately starts asking you for all of your details » How long you knew how to defend yourself for, if you could teach him how to fight, how strong your grip strength is. How loud you can scream » He becomes your number one fanboy » You guys definetly have dates where you teach him the best way to kick someone in the balls <3 » What he loves the most is the way you end the fight smiling like nothing happened » if you flash that sweet smile at him one more time he might be a goner.
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Nirei didn’t know why he was running.
His legs were moving. His feet hitting against the ground. His arms ache as he continues to move. He wants to stop. Wants to wait for Suo and Sakura, but he can’t. He can’t.
The old lady had rushed towards them, running with the same anguish that Nirei is. Describing horrific sights of a person. Someone around your age. Around your height. around your build. Someone who looked like you.
She described seeing a man push you against a wall, demanding something she was too scared to repeat. Her voice lowering as if the man could hear her. You looked petrified. Arms shaking. Tears rolling. Eyes wide.
Before Nirei knew it, he was running.
The buildings pass him by in a colourful blur. Calls of his name goes ignored as he pushes on. Even his notebook was forgotten. Because how is he meant to think about anything else when you’re in trouble.
The very thought of you, his girlfriend, being shoved against a wall. Being forced, demanded something, it makes his skin crawl. The idea of someone wanting to hurt you? The person who couldn’t even hurt a fly. It makes him sick.
Logically, Nirei should wait for Suo or Sakura. Someone who could do something. But Nirei couldn’t. He can’t allow himself to sit and wait when he knows you need help. Even if he can’t knock the guy out he can do something. Anything.
To keep you safe.
His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the scene before. Hands shaking as takes a step back. Eyes wide as he watches. Watches as his legs stay still. Watches as he wants to run in but can’t. Watches as he feels his hands being handcuffed.
What the hell. He didn’t know what to think of the sight. He didn’t know what to do. All he could do is stare and shake in fear.
Stare as you fought that man.
Your wallet and various belongings rolled across the floor as you threw your bag against his face. Screaming before turning to place your heel right in his cheek. The man rolls to the ground as you stand before him. A grin on your face as you stepped closer.
Your eyes looked different. Felt different. No longer were they staring fondly at the world around them. No. Instead they burned. Burned with hatred. Burn with need. Burned with anger.
A small laugh leaves your lips as you watch the man stagger while standing up. An action done in vain, for you soon punch him straight back to the ground. Making him twist and fall. Eyes shutting as his head hit the floor with a deafening thump. The grey floors now having a red accent.
You dropped down to the floor. Placing your hand infront of his mouth. Air hitting against it. You then clicked over his head. Not a single response. Which only makes you stand up and admire your work.
He wasn’t unconcious, merely unresponsive. He’ll be fine. But this will hopefully teach him a lesson about trying to harass others. Sighing, you stare down at your hand.
Soft flaky red tracing the patterns on your hand. Blood that may not nesscarily be yours. Will this wash off? Well you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was that he learned his lesson. No matter how violent it would be to teach him.
It felt thrilling to do that. Exhilarating. All your worries leaving you as you replayed that punch over and over again. His grunts and screaming playing in your mind as you stare at his limp body. It’s disgusting. But it made you smile.
A smile that dropped the second you looked over at Nirei.
He looked so small. The blood that stained your shoes made Nirei take a step back. The sadistic smile making Nirei cover his mouth. The punch you threw made Nirei wince. But you didn’t care.
Well rather you didn’t know, for all that mattered in that moment is beating this disgusting man up.
But now? All you felt is guilt.
A searing aching pain. Your heart screaming against your chest to do something, say something. But you couldn’t. For all he did was stare at you. Stare at you with big large eyes.
Eyes that looked you up and down. Eyes that seemed to shake as you met their gaze. Eyes wide and sweet. Innocent and unassuming. Yet petrified all at the same time.
It made you feel disgusting.
The blood that traced your hands made you want to vomit. They stay between the cracks of your skin. No matter how hard you’ll scrub a trace will always be left behind. A scar. A reminder of the monster.
The monster that didn’t merely gain satisfaction from besting a man up, but scared the one they loved most. The monster that made their boyfriend look so small. The monster that destroyed everything.
The monster that is you.
You sucked in a breath. It felt sharp. Painful. But you continued to breath. You had to. You looked at those eyes once more. Those shining wide eyes. Your mouth parted. But words wouldn’t form.
What if your relationship was unsalvageable? What if you scared him so much he didn’t want to talk to you? Worse, break up with you. You knew Nirei couldn’t fight. You’ve seen the way he shuts his eyes even in practice with his classmates. So what if? What if he hates you?
Your mouth closes. But instead of sitting in silence, you choose to try again. Your mouth opens. You try to force the words out. Tears threatening to spill as you stand there.
“Ni-“
“You were so cool!”
Cool? What? You were many things, a disgrace, a monster, a delinquent. But, cool? Cool is not a word used to describe you. No. No that can’t be right. You must have heard him wrong.
You look down at his face. Trying to find a clue of what he must have said. But, there’s nothing incriminating to be found.
There’s nothing but awe.
His wide sweet eyes looking up at you, sparkles reflecting of them. His hands were clutching his hands with the excitement of a kid who met their idol. His mouth was tilted into an upwards turn. His teeth blinding as his face creases from his joy. From his smile.
He wasn’t merely in awe of you. He was enamored of you. He was adoring you. He admired you.
Your capabilities to defend yourself. The joy you gained from the justice you had served. Your use of violence for good. Like a vigilante. One that reminded him of his hero’s from Bofurin. One that reminded him of his classmates. One that is simply, you.
The sweet cheery girl who lit his life in a glorious flame. The girl who had cared for him at his worst. The girl who had never treated him as weak or useless. That girl who so happens to be you. The love of his life.
He wasn’t thankful that you’re safe. No, thankful is much too mundane of a word. He was tempted to get on his knees to pray and give thanks to whatever deity out there for keeping you safe. For keeping his worst nightmare at bay.
The very idea of losing you makes Nirei want to cry. So, stumbling upon the scene of you beating a man unconcious, wasn’t heinous in his eyes. It’s was admirable. Respectable.
Instead of dropping to his knees, Nirei chooses to take one step closer to your shaking form. His warm soft hands wrapping around your bloodied ones. A soft smile playing on his lips as he stares down at your eyes. Watery, shocked, worried eyes.
“You were amazing out there!” Nirei begins. A grin spreading on his face as he starts to describe your movements. “Your movements were all so fluid! They fell into place perfectly! Where did you learn to do that? Your spin was aimed so well,”
His voice rises and fall in intonation as he describes the wonders of what you had done. He paints your violence as a dance. As an act of protection and safety. As something beautiful. As something real. As something to be admired.
All you could do, was stare. Stare as his eyes shined. Stare as his hands grip yours. Stare as a smile forms on his face. Stare at this man before you, a man who had no doubt about his feelings for you.
A man who saw beauty in acts you found hideous. A man who wanted to engrave your actions into his mind forever. A man who was nothing more than adoring as he holds your hand.
A man who is in love with you.
“You were s-“ You kissed him. Can anyone blame you? Your heart felt as though it was about to burst from all the words being thrown into it. All the love. All the affection. Love and affection you poured into a soft kiss onto your dear boyfriends lips. A kiss you could barely part from.
“I really love you,” is all you could whisper as a thanks as you squeeze his hand tighter. Nirei grins wildly at you as a small blush spreads on his face.
“I love you too,” he says back, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Squeezing your hand back.
Everything feels perfect. The two of you there together, grinning at eachother. You could imagine this forever. Imagine being with Nirei forever.
Because you were both stupid in love with eachother.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kiryu.M » He is overly protective of you » You’re so sweet to him and you let him cry into your shoulder anytime. » He can’t bare the thought of someone hurting his beloved » Everytime he trains, he always does it to protect you » When he sees someone trying to attack you, he doesn’t waste anytime » But instead of him protecting you, you’re protecting yourself? » He stands there in awe as he watches you hold your own » Another boy who would definitely tease you » But at the end of the day it’s because he didn’t realize how badly he underestimated you » He really is surrounded by strong women
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Your body was shoved against a wall. Head banging onto the rough bricks overhead. Left eye shut as hands grip your chin. Hands that are fillied with cuts, dirt and broken skin. Hands that pull your face up to face him. Hands slap your face when you say no to a date.
Your cheek is red. An imprint of the slap he gave. Your eyes were wide as your body shook with your breaths. Your mouth opens but nothing more that chocked sobs comes out. When your hand comes up to cover your cheek, he pulled it off.
You look like you couldn’t do anything. You look like you were helpless. You look like you needed help.
So why the hell couldn’t Kiryu move?
He watched the scene unfurl. Throat tightening as he slapped you. His mouth dry as he watch you staggered down. Fingers curling up into a ball as he hears your attack let out a disgusting laugh. But he couldn’t move his feet.
He wanted to. He needed to. But it felt as if there were chains attached to his legs. He couldn’t do anything. Anything but watch helplessly as your body is thrown around like some toy.
He has to save you. You’re his light. Someone he could let his guard down around. Someone he could cry to. Someone he had to protect. So, why couldn’t he?
Well, it was because he didn’t need to.
Your leg caught onto the side of your attackers body. Flipping you both. As his head slams onto the ground you lifted your foot back and kicked. Before standing back to wipe the blood off your hands.
The attacker couldn’t say anything, only a disgusting mix of spit and other fluids left his mouth. He tried to reach for your legs. Only for you to jump up and stand on his hands. Causing the latter to cry out in pain.
You didn’t looked panicked. Your sobs are nothing more than a mere memory as you position yourself back, awaiting for any more attacks. Your eyes were trained on the man infront of you. Fingers curling in on themselves.
You were anything but panicked. Kiryu’s eyes widen as he took in your face. Your lips were pressed into a line. Eyes zoning in on the danger rushing towards you, while your eyebrows scrunched only lightly. No. You can’t be panicked.
You looked as though you’ve done this a million times. As though you’ve trained for this. As though you were certain you would make it out alive. You weren’t scared, nor helpless. You were protected.
Kiryu would be lying if he didn’t find it admirable.
The way your movements were clean and sharp as you hit all the right places. Or well, the wrong places. For one attack in particular had your attacker tumbling to the floor. Crying out in pain.
Where was this attack you might be asking? It was in the one place you should never hit a man. The one place that would send them to hell and back. The one place that made them want to cry.
Their balls.
As the final blow was sent, the man came hitting the floor. Face pressed against the pavement by your feet. Body gone slack against the floor. The body of the man who held you against the wall, demanding things he shouldn’t be. Now at your feet. Like a peasant and a king,
Kiryu couldn’t help but notice your expression shifting. No longer was it calm and calculating. No. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly as you kicked his limp body. You weren’t calm anymore. You were proud of your victory.
A sight that made Kiryu had to take a step back.
You fought him. On your own. Why did that sound so wrong in his mind? Why did that feel so wrong?
Your soft hands, the ones that would slip into his own whenever you got excited, hand punched a man. Your voice, the ones that would gush over anything cute, was swearing at that guy. Your eyes, the ones that sparkled when Kiryu bought you something, were hollow as you beated that thing up. Something wasn’t working.
His heart panged with something as you finally looked up at smile at him. His mouth opened softly as your arms wrapped around him, your head nuzzling into his shoulder. His hands stay limp at his side as you start recounting the experience to him.
But, he couldn’t hear what you were saying. He can’t. How can he when he just felt his world shatter around him. His bloodied hands feeling like they were tainted in vain.
Hands that punched practice dummies day in day out. Hands that he restrained from using to attack his father, and those who force him to learn how to fight. Hands that have been wounded over and over. If he wanted, he would have defied his father again. He wouldn’t have practice. But he can’t be weak. He can’t. Not when he had you to protect.
You and your warm body. A warm body that he pulls flush against him. Eyes shutting as he places his lips against your hair. Your soft hair that he could spent hours looking at. Your sweet face pressing harder against his shoulder as he holds you tighter. Scared of a future that you’re not in. Scared of losing you. Scared for you getting hurt.
“Kiryu? Are you ok?” Your sweet voice rings through his head as he says something reassuring. He can’t focus on what he said. All he could think about was how sweet your voice sounds.
How that sweet voice could have been taken from him. How you could have been taken from him. How these moments could have been taken from him.
But, it wasn’t.
Your hands could still slip into his. You could still talk to him as you both walk away. You could still smile up at him as he looked down at you. You were safe.
You were here. You were alive. You were ok. It was all because of your abilities. Your ability to protect yourself, to defend yourself, to make sure you were fine at the end of the day.
His hand softly squeezed yours as you happily chatted away to him. Your smile growing brighter and brighter and you laugh. The sweetest sound he has ever heard. A laugh that made his face press into a sweet smile too.
You weren’t safe because of Kiryu. You weren’t safe because of all of his training. You weren’t safe because of his efforts.
Kiryu was ok with that.
As long as you kept smiling at him like that, he would be fine no matter what.
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