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the air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the tang of sweet dango as (y/n) strolled through the bustling crowd of the autumn festival with glee and excitement buzzing through her body as her swivels around as if she were in an aquarium!
the town of kamakura is bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. It was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.
children giggled as they chased after candy apples, while vendors hawked their wares with boisterous enthusiasm.
(y/n) is a young woman of immense physical strength as she navigated the throng with practiced ease, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the delicious street food her mouth is watering to taste!
she sampled everything from fluffy taiyaki to spicy yakitori, her appetite as insatiable as her curiosity. She tested her luck at the various games, her hands effortlessly manipulating the wooden hammers and darts, though she wasn't afraid to laugh when she missed the target, "oh, poo!" she pouts.
As dusk settled, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, (y/n) found herself near a narrow alleyway, its darkness a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere outside. A muffled thud followed by a pained groan caught her attention.
"hm?" Intuition whispered danger, and she cautiously stepped into the shadows.
she pushed through the narrow entrance, the festive music fading into a muffled hum. The alley was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a flickering street lamp.
there, pinned against the wall, was a young man, his face contorted in pain; black and blue bruises marred his skin and his lip was bleeding. He was cowering against the onslaught occurring onto him.
a couple of young men who definitely look like thugs or part of a gang, surrounded him, their faces twisted with cruelty. They rained blows upon him, each strike fueled by a cruel, drunken rage. (y/n)'s heart clenched. She knew she had to act.
"HEY!! KNOCK IT OFF!!" the (h/c)-ette's voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and commanding.
Her steps were silent as she approached the group, her imposing stature casting a long shadow. The men were caught off guard by the sudden appearance. They paused their assault, turning, their eyes widening in surprise.
"heh, what do you want, lady?" one of them sneered, his voice thick with mirth, "this is none of your business!"
"it is," (y/n) replies, her voice low and dangerous, "and you need to get out of my way."
The men laughed, a harsh, grating sound, "this little girl thinks she can fight us?"
"don't underestimate her," another guy snarled, eyeing her, "she might just be trouble."
(y/n) didn't respond to their comments. Her eyes, cold and unwavering, focused on the men. In that moment, the air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension. She took a step forward, her presence radiating authority.
"didn't you hear me? i said to leave him alone." Her voice was low, a rumble that sent shivers down their spines.
The men were momentarily taken aback by her confidence and assertiveness. They exchanged nervous glances. It was clear she was outnumbered, yet the woman standing before them exuded a power that intimidated even the most hardened thugs.
without a word, (y/n) charged forward. Her movements, honed by years of street fighting, were swift and precise. One by one, she sent the thugs crashing against the alley walls, their boasts replaced by groans of pain. The young man, still shaken but unharmed, watched in awe as the (h/c)-ette subdued the attackers with ease.
A lightning-fast kick connected with the smirking man's chest, sending him flying backwards into a pile of garbage bins. The other two men, taken aback, charged at her.
(y/n) met their attack head-on. Her punches were strong and clearly full of strength. It was a blur of motion. One man landed a blow, but it barely registered against her toughened skin.
The (h/c)-ette retaliated with a brutal combination, sending the man crumpling to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.
The third man, now the only one left standing, realized he was outmatched.
His arrogance replaced by fear, he backed away, "w-we're leaving," he whimpered, backing away, "we'll leave you alone." heh, pu***...—
The fight was over almost as quickly as it started. The alley was silent except for the rhythmic thumping of (y/n)'s heart and the pained whimpers of the defeated men.
she watched them flee, her expression betraying no emotion. She turned her attention to the young man, her face softened as she approaches him with worried eyes, seeing the extent of his wounds.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice now gentle.
he nodded, his eyes wide with gratitude, "thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling, "you saved my life."
(y/n) shrugged, her lips curving into a faint smile, "it was nothing," she replied, her voice as powerful as her actions, "now, go get some help. you wouldn't want your bruises to get more worse."
As the young man ran for help, (y/n) stood in the quiet alley, bathed in the moonlight. The festival continued outside, oblivious to the drama that had unfolded in the shadows.
The air was still thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and dango, but now, to (y/n), it carried the faintest hint of victory.
....
unbeknownst to her, someone was watching her with eyes full of want and obsession.
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𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)
Fanfiction(y/n) is a fighter who catches more than one guy's attention. *warning: slight yanderish* (maybe)
