description/ request: can i request a smileyxfem!reader where the reader is much stronger than him and they meet up in a fight where she saves him and he falls in love with her and tries to confess?
songs: no one- lee hi oh- stray kids
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the kawata twins, a sought-forth identity that gave chills to ordinary delinquents. nahoya was used to facing dangers and threats and situations that required him to fight- not very often but he had his fair share of experience. but these occurrences were mainly centered around when he's alone, poor on defense and seemingly vulnerable.
so it was uncalled for when he was exposed to public. nonetheless, nahoya never had his guard down, not for a moment.
"yo bro, i forgot my wallet. i'll go get it, you wait here," says souta as they both stand in front of the kawata residence, prepared for their daily survey. nahoya watches his vice-caption stride up the stairs, but doesn't follow- instead his eyes wander to the busy roads of tokyo, taking in the bustle of hectic workdays. it's nothing out of ordinary, the screeching vehicles and resounding footsteps as boring as everyday noise.
though he doesn't particularly like the main roads, he can't but accept that it does make him feel better secured because of the myriad of people surrounding his sides. it assures him that an ambush in a place like this is simply impossible. so he pursues his lips to incite a melody of whistles, pre-occupiedly waiting for his dear brother, half-defenseless.
and that's when he feels a hard kick land on his back, catching him completely off guard as he stumbles to the ground- unnoticed and unforeseen. in the few seconds that awaits his fall, he mentally prepares himself for a counterattack to come the moment his knees touch the ground- and for him to dodge it. but when he expertly flips himself around, swinging with the support of his right hand on the ground and eyes the mysterious opponent with their hand fisted tightly to launch a punch- something more unexpected happens.
what he sees next is your uniformly customized booted leg above his head, diving straight into his opponents face that has him jerking back. your feet land smoothly on the ground, the tips of your boots handling your weight like that of a ballerina- effortlessly supporting your proficient execution. your foot taps the ground in a pretense of adjusting your shoes, your hands sliding back into your pockets as you watch the beaten man fall to the ground with an audible thud.
two more men come forth from the sidelines with their arms positioned and ready for attack- and nahoya's heart skips a beat. maybe now's the time for him to step up and take the fight from your hands- even though his mind went into a haywire by how amazing you were.
