Petrichor (BSD X Male Reader)

Chapter One~Smell

The burning smell of rain during a cold winter day is very addictive and should come with a warning.

Although y/n wished he could smell it more, All he could smell was the gas from the train he was in. He groaned as looked out the window, his bag next to him and his legs extended out so that they could rest in the opposite side of chairs that faced him. The grey sky had been pouring rain since he woke up. The train ride seemed to be going on forever and truly y/n would welcome it if it didn't make him so ungodly cold.

He shivered a bit, wrapping his scarf around him a bit better so that he wouldn't be freezing as much. He would have gotten a jacket for his sweater but it was already a hassle as is to even get all his belongings into a measly backpack and a luggage back that only reached up to his hip.

"YOKOHAMA STATION: ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL IS..... 35 MINUTES"

The speaker in the train nearly scared y/n, nearly.

He saw from the corner of the window the tall and intimidating dark buildings that belonged to Yokohama. The train was the only way to reach Yokohama due to its isolated environment, it was terrible trying to get a ticket there since y/n had to prove that he was once a resident to the city of the Mafia. He had to make phone call after phone call to verify and even that wasn't enough. The only way he got it approved was the fact that on his birth certificate the doctor that delivered him was a private one in Yokohama. Some man with the name among Naoki.

'Home sweet home' y/n thought as they got closer and closer.

The h/c could recognize the setting easily, he left years ago but Yokohama was burned into his mind.

He couldn't escape Yokohama no matter how hard he tried.

And that's why he was in the train now.

He couldn't escape so he accepted his fate to come back.

The memories he once experienced traumatized him. But oddly enough y/n couldn't remember his childhood in the city, only small bits his mind didn't force to repress. He knew he lived horribly in Yokohama though because the only things he could remember were awful things.

That's another reason why y/n was back in Yokohama. He wanted to remember what happened to him and his family.

How did he even leave Yokohama?

What happened to his parents?

Who did this to him?

"ARRIVING: YOKOHAMA STATION. HAVE A GOOD DAY."

"Pondering must really take long..." y/n whispered to himself as he stood and stretched. He grabbed his luggage and bag and stepped out into the aisle to leave the train. Walking by, he saw the security at the door.

Yokohama is so secure that they even implemented security in case any... unwanted visitors some how slipped through. They all looked the same, bald-headed, glasses wearing, buff looking men. Y/n always found it amusing how you could always spot one so easily despite being undercover so often. They didn't seem to move, they almost looked like statues.

"Oh dear..!"

Y/n darted his head, seeing an elderly woman slowly and painfully hunch down to the ground. Her luggage had fallen and scattered on the aisle ground, causing the line behind her to stop. There were many people behind her and y/n could hear the groans behind him. He looked at the security guard, waiting for one of them to help the poor woman. Unfortunately, none of them blinked an eye at her. Instead they looked even more mad than the passengers.

"Allow me to help you ma'am.." y/n sighed, dropping his luggage and placing his backpack on top. He carefully stepped around her, and grabbed some of the items that fell. "Oh dear you don't need to help..." she whispered sweetly, her old and wrinkly hand was shaking as she picked each item up slowly.