"Drift...?"
The author pov.
There they stand, a japanese man who is our known samurai, drift, was holding y/n in his arms, i would lie that he wasn't nervous. He was a nerve-wracked right then and there (Drift: contentiou please! Me: fine fine 😒)
Drift's mind was wondering around like a windmill during a storm, not calming enough to say something. His hands were shaking from the nervousness about holding someone, who was...Broken. Just like him when he was a younger bot.
While he was holding (y/n), (y/n) was blushing madly, like a cherry in the sun. She was very much the same as Drift.
But, she also was qurious...How did a 2.4 meter robot turn into a human in a flash? She looked away from him, about to say something, she felt Drift moving his hand.
Until she could say anything further, Drift moved his hand to her sharp jawline, making her to look at her.
"Are you feeling better now?" Drift said, while he still held his hand under (y/n)'s jaw, rubbing his thumb across her chin.
(Y/n) was now blushing madly as she was able to say timidly "Y...Y-yes." After saying those words, she felt her feet going numb, like her knees were giving up.
Drift was smiling, as she was a blushing mess, making him say this before thinking. (Me: Drift i swear to God! *Angry demon noises*)
"You know (y/n), you would really good in a red dress."
Ok! So ...This is the chapter that i am mostly shamed of because i made Drift, OOC! Damnit!
Enyway hope you like it. Now i get to kill that casanova!!
*Drift: confused pikachu face*
YOU ARE READING
Her Samurai (rid2015 Drift x female reader)
RomanceThis is my first story, i hope you enjoy! The story begins when (y/n) goes to live with his cousin and uncle to the scrap yard after she was kicked out by her abusing father, after stepping to the scrap yard, she is going to face something else.
