𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

6: Stalker

a/n: don't forget to comment!!

(y/n) adjusted the strap of her bag, her gaze fixed on the grimy brick wall ahead. she could feel the prickling of eyes on her back, a familiar sensation in this part of town. however, this time, it wasn't the usual wary look of the alley's denizens. This time, it felt...different.

she glanced back, her annoyance outweighing any fear. A man stood there, his figure obscured by the flickering lamplight. But his hair, a fiery cascade of orange that seemed to shimmer in the shadows, was impossible to miss. He was a young handsome man, probably two years or three older than her, with a smirk playing on his lips that held a touch of amusement, a touch of something else she couldn't quite place.

He was also tall, with a languid gait that made him seem more like a predator than a pursuer.

(y/n)'s pace quickened, the click-clack of her heels against the pavement growing louder. Her annoyance was more than a simmer now, it was a full-blown boil. she was trying to shake this guy off but he kept to her trail with ease.

"just what I need," she muttered to herself, "a weirdo on my tail." she huffs, glaring at the ground as she pretended he did not exist, but he wasn't letting up.

He was getting closer, and she could feel his eyes on her, even without looking back. She didn't think he had any ill intentions, not yet anyway, but his presence made her annoyed by his obvious attempts.

finally, (y/n) stopped, turning to face him. He was a study in contradictions: sharp jawline, unsettlingly bright eyes, and a smile that was almost cruel. He tilted his head, his long hair swaying like a crimson curtain.

"the hell are you following me for?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation, "i'm not interested in selling you anything!" she side eyes him.

The man chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down (y/n)'s spine, "not selling," he corrected, his voice smooth as silk, "but offering."

"wha...?" the (h/c)-ette cocks her head to the side, shifting one foot to the other as she tries to understand his goal...she was also trying to hurry up and get home after her shift at the convenience store.

"you fight well," he had said, his voice a low, melodious rumble, "strong, too. For a woman." what is that supposed to mean??

his words, laced with a mocking undertone, had sent a shiver down her spine. (y/n) had only felt a flicker of annoyance at his condescending tone, but the way he looked at her - as if she were a rare specimen to be dissected made her glare at him.

"and you're a stalker," (y/n) countered, her voice as sharp as a shard of glass. "you should try minding your own business instead of trailing after me like a lost puppy." she mocks.

he stepped closer, and (y/n) felt a strange pull towards him, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He was undeniably intriguing, this man with the flame-like hair, a stark contrast to the grimness of the alley.

his smile widened, revealing a flash of white teeth, "lost puppy? I think not. I'm chika takiishi, and I'm very interested in you, girl." His eyes were wide and focused on her, it was weird.

"well, chika from five nights at freddy's," (y/n) remarks, her eyes narrowed, "let me make one thing clear: I'm not interested in you. not even remotely." she emphasized, "and don't call me girl, my name is (y/n)!"'

not at all bothered by the odd nickname she gave him, chika reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine, "you're...intriguing," he murmured, his fingers tracing a path down her jawline. she can tell they were rough and calloused just by the touch.

"get away from me," (y/n) snapped, her voice tight with anger. she shoved him back, flinching as he staggered slightly but she didn't care. Like, haven't you heard of personal space!??

"i'm not going anywhere," he says, his face stoic, blank and unwavering, "you're special, (y/n). you have something...something I want." something he wants??

"and what could that possibly be?" (y/n) scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "my ability to kick thugs in the shins?" she subconsciously glances around her, seeing it was just the two of them. Why do these interactions always happen at the worst of times?? she just wants to head home after a tiring day of work..!

the street was empty save for a few stray cats here and there.

"...more than that," chika says, his gaze unwavering, "you're strong. you're powerful. And I want you by my side." huh!?? By his side??? What does that mean!?

"wait, what...—?!"

He cut (y/n) off as if she didn't spoke, "a chance, a challenge, a purpose," he says, his gaze unwavering, "i saw you fight. you're...different. Strong."

(y/n) blinks owlishly, comprehending his words, "...so, you want me to...join you?? you're kidding right??" she scoffs as she threw her hands up in the air, her annoyance rising. "you want me to partake in some kind of...what? A circus? A fighting ring? whatever you want me to join, I'm not interested." she sternly says, he just looks shady as hell and his eyes were so blank.

chika only chuckled, his crimson hair swaying back and forth, "you'll see, (y/n). you'll come to understand. And when you do, you'll be glad you did."

...is that supposed to be a warning?? she deadpans.

"yeah, no." (y/n) turned and walked away, her shoes clicking against the pavement, "weird," she muttered, shaking her head, "absolutely weird." Now she is hungry because this guy held her up...sigh...

as she gets further away, she can somehow feel his eyes. chika's gaze was burning into her back. But she didn't dare look back. something about him, a chilling indifference mingling with his whimsical demeanor, made her skin crawl.

As she disappeared into the maze of alleys, (y/n) realized she hadn't learned his motives. why was he obsessed with her? what did he truly want? And most importantly, what had she stumbled upon?

This strange, unsettling man with the fiery hair and the glint of something dangerous in his eyes had stirred something within her, a flicker of curiosity.

meanwhile, chika takiishi stands in the same spot as a shadow emerges from a corner and stands beside him. the male had shoulder-length dark wavy hair and a lot of tattoos embedded on his skin, his jacket hung on the crook of his elbows.

"...i can see why you're interested in her takiishi," the dark haired male licks his lips, eyes squinted like a fox, "she's a sight for sore eyes."

chika glances stoically at his underling, "...endo, she's mine." he says as if his words were law. Well, they were to the wavy haired male whom practically worships and follows chika like the loyal man he is and would do everything in his power to please him.

endo blinks, a bit stunned before he chuckles, "anything for you, takiishi." The two walk away and head back to their base; noroshi. The men lost in their thoughts. anything for you....—

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