the Yakuza guide to babysit (kirishima x reader)

_Chapter 3_

(Y/n's pov)

Later on, Mr. Sakuragi left alone and kirishima and little Yaeka disappeared somewhere. As for me my shift is now over and I'm heading home already. Anya-chan said that she still had some work to do and I should leave without her.

It still bothering me why was she on the verge of crying after what happened between us and Mr. Kirishima.

"Is it because I misunderstood the situation between them or it has something to do with her father" I thought as I entered my apartment.

The thing is Anya's father is also one of the biggest Yakuza bosses out there. He is know to be cruel and heartless with everyone. Though it's cool Anya said it's not cool and I kinda understand that in some ways.

"Maybe I should call her" I thought taking off my clothes and going into the shower.

(Anya's pov)

"This isn't good. This isn't good" I thought.

"If kirishima tells or accidentally spell it out that I work. My father is going to kill me" I thought feeling a lump form in my throat. I swallowed it trying not to look nervous as sweat is already dripping down my forehead.

"Ma'am is everything alright. You look...pale." my driver asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"N-no I'm feeling a little bit sick" I replied hoping that he don't ask any further questions. You see my father is a pretty big man with many people on his tail. That's why he never let me work even after I finished my medical degree and took my medical license.

"No matter how much I tried. His answer is always 'you don't need to work. I'm taking care of you. 'learn how to cook instead so, you can find a husband' is what he always say" I thought, remembering the times where I sat for hours trying to convince him to let me work.

In the end. Y/n suggested I do it behind his back because he never will let me work and I did. But if kirishima spells the beans I'm going to get forced into a marriage and no longer live the normal life that I want. Just the thought of this made me shiver.

"I don't know what to do now. Should I call y/n. Nah she will probably try to kill him or suggest something too dangerous. Then where am I supposed to do or what am I supposed to do" I thought as tears were already forming in my eyes.

"We are here. I'll pick you up at seven for the party today. Is that alright with you" my driver asked cutting my thoughts short.

"yes..." I replied keeping my tone and expression neutral despite the inner turmoil I'm feeling.

"It's not like I can refuse or have a say in the matter" I thought and rolled my eyes mentally.

(Switch to y/n pov)

"A hot shower after long day of work. So amazing" I thought drying my hair with a lazy smile.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello. Mom" I said into the phone almost in a nonchalant way (not on purpose it's just a way to speak)

"Is that a way to greet your mother" she said disappointed.

"No, I wasn't expected for you to call" I replied already getting annoyed by her. I don't really have the best relationship with my family. It's one of the reasons why I left for college. No matter what I did it's never good enough for them.