I skipped a bit of request so it would be variety, but it's 18+ sigh.
But yeah, If that's what my readers want I can't do anything about it... therefore..
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🔞 Warning🔞 Explicit content.
Requested by @IttosCrustySock
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You were in the grasp of a certain Oni.
Yes, he was a delinquent with his Arataki gang, but there was a side of him no one had ever seen. What people thought of as just a naughty, troublemaker Oni could never be a real Oni, they were wrong.
In Inazuma City, you were just a flower shop owner, selling flowers and bouquets for clients that ordered them. While your parents told you to just stay with them and help them with the blacksmith work, you insisted to be independent and open your own shop.
You knew they were just worried for you as you were their only daughter, a soft and gentle person in nature. Whenever you were angry, it was impossible for someone to be intimidated by you, so many men had picked on you many times. It was granted they were mature enough to not crash into your shop, but whenever you were out to do your job, they would make it hard for you. Therefore, you had to rely on a certain detective that stayed nearby whenever you were out for your job.
"Thank you, Heizou. This is the first time I could finish my job early in the day. Usually, it would drag until dark." You thanked the man who helped you carry the box of flowers with you.
"Those scoundrels should stop with their immature antics already. You should report them to the guards." You shook your head.
"To them, this is just a small matter. You know the condition of Inazuma right now." You looked at him with a regretful smile. He noticed as your face fell with a soft smile.
Pretty... you were every one of his peers' crush. Despite your soft character, everyone noticed your determination and independence which always amazed them. It was hard for you to rely on others, but it seemed for him, it was an exception. He felt special.
"(Y/n) !" You heard a familiar elderly voice. It was your mother, waving her hand at you with your father, and another young man that always calms you like a passing breeze whenever you see him. He approached you.
