𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

11: Ankle Issues

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The alley reeked of stale beer and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the scene unfolding before (y/n). Her ankle throbbed, a stark reminder of the clumsy fall that had ended her street fight prematurely. Three figures, hulking and menacing, surrounded her, their leering eyes a prelude to a new kind of battle.

The damp cobblestones pressed against her back as she looks up at the men. she was alone about to hobble her way home until those guys showed up, seeing how vulnerable she is.

"well, well. don't you know it's not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be out here alone?" one sneered, his eyes lingering on the way she winced with every movement - clearly he had perverse thoughts going on in that head of his.

(y/n)'s glare was fierce, her defiance etched onto her face. She might be down, but she wasn't out. Yet, the pain in her ankle was a cruel reminder of her limitations. she couldn't fight. how could she have let this happen?? this tiny accident has become a hindrance..—

she hated this, being helpless. she was a fighter, a force to be reckoned with, but her ankle throbbed like a bell, a constant reminder of her vulnerability.

she scowls at them, one hand resting on the brick wall behind her as she stands up shakily, "get the fuck away from me!!! Or i'll punch you!!" she hisses, her eyes like a viper in defense, ready to strike at the instant they move.

"HAHAHA!! you're all bark and no bite, little lady," sneered the leader, a burly man with a thick chain bracelet dangling from his wrist, "ain't gonna be any fun with a fight." he smirks cockily.

one of them attempts to touch her and she instantly shot her good leg at the guy's dick, making him hunch over and clutch his manhood, groaning in pain. His other two companions were momentarily stunned by the action.

"you bitch..!" another one tried to grab her hair, but she punched him in the face, wincing as her ankle throbbed as she shifted. Ow!!! Even as she attempts to shift her stance, there is a flaring pain in her ankle.

the three burly men look raged and pissed as they crowd at her.

(y/n)'s breath hitched. There was nothing she could do. Just as despair began to creep into her heart, a voice, soft yet commanding, cut through the air.

"i wouldn't do that if I were you." All eyes dart to the voice whom entered the scene.

the voice belonged to a young man, his pink hair a striking contrast to the grimy alley. He stood tall, his confident stance radiating an aura of power despite his seemingly gentle demeanor. he has piercings on his face and ear, a headband?...placed on his head to keep his hair back.

(y/n) is momentarily confused as she looks from the men to the newcomer. the pinkette was also very lean, almost delicate, and his eyes, a deep emerald green, held a focused intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. she also recognized the familiar furin jacket.

she sweat-drops, what is it with me meeting furin boys?? Is this fate trying to tell me something???

"who the hell are you?" growled the leader, his hand instinctively reaching for the chain.

The pink head male has an eerie smile, hands in pockets, "just someone who doesn't like to see bullies pick on innocent girls," the newcomer replied, his voice still smooth as silk.

there was a flicker of annoyance in the leader's eyes, but before he could respond, the newcomer was already moving. He was a blur, his movements fluid and effortless. Before the men could react, he was already raining down a series of punches and kicks,
each one landing with a precise thud.

his name was...kiryu mitsuki; a bofurin member. With a quick movement, he disarmed one of the burly men with a practiced move.

the (h/c)-ette watched, her jaw slack with disbelief. He moved with the grace of a dancer, yet his strikes were brutal and swift. The men were caught completely off guard as they went down one by one, their arrogance replaced with whimpering pain.

kiryu stood over the defeated men, his pink hair catching the faint light from a nearby streetlamp, creating a halo of defiance.

"if you continue like this, you'll never be popular with the girls." he says in a smooth tone. He turned to (y/n), his gaze softening as he approaches her, looking at her concerned.

"you alright?"

(y/n) could only nod, speechless with shock. He was the most unlikely savior, yet he had rescued her with the strength of a warrior and the kindness of a gentleman.

"let me help you," he says, extending his hand.

(y/n) took it, surprised by the warmth radiating from his touch. He pulled her to her feet, then, without a word, moved behind her, gently lifting her in his arms. she felt a blush creep up her cheeks as he carried her, bridal style out the alley and away from the burly men. After he put quite a distance, he found a bench and walks towards it, gently setting her down on the seat.

she gazes up at him as he stands in front of her, looking at her gently as if she were a fragile diamond he must protect no matter what.

"my name is kiryu mitsuki," he introduces, "i'm a member of Bofurin at furin high."

The pink head kneels in front of her, one arm resting on his knee as his peridot eyes gaze up at her with warmth.

(y/n) was still dazed. The name meant nothing to her, but the image of his elegant strength and his quiet chivalry were already etched into her memory.

kiryu's eyes dart to her ankle, seeing a purplish bruise, "what happened to your ankle?" he asked, his gentle touch examining the injured area.

(y/n) explained, finally finding her voice. As she spoke, she realized that the anger she had felt earlier had transformed into a strange sense of security. kiryu mitsuki, the pink-haired bofurin member with a heart of gold, had saved her.

He treated her ankle with care, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a formidable fighter as his slender fingers caressed her skin. (y/n) found herself gazing at him, mesmerized by the silent kindness radiating from him.

"you should go to the hospital," kiryu says, his eyes concerned, "i'll help you to the building." he told her.

"ah. It's okay, i'll manage. I don't need help." (y/n) stands up, her stance wobbly. She insisted, but kiryu simply shook his head, standing up with her.

"let me take care of it," he said, his voice laced with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. If she didn't want a hospital, he'll buy some ice to help with the bruise.

(y/n) shakes her head, smiling assuringly, "no, really! it's fine. This isn't a big deal...—" she stumbles as she twisted on the ankle, grimacing in pain.

kiryu's arm instinctively snaked around her waist to steady her, their bodies close, his peridot gaze unwavering. The air crackled with unspoken words, the area suddenly feeling more like a haven than nothing.

(y/n), for the first time that evening, felt safe, in his hold.

True to his words, kiryu placed some ice on her ankle and after a while, he helped bandaged it. He was going to escort her home but she drew the line and told him she was fine with going by herself.

as she was 'bout to leave, she pauses, turning back to face kiryu, whom was watching her. she flashes him a soft grin, "thanks for your help, kiryu. I appreciate it." She mumbles, face burning in embarrassment.

kiryu chuckles, "there's no need to thank me. I'll always be here to help if you need it." He assures her, making her fluster as she hastily walks away from him, wincing with every step as she feels his eyes on her.

....stupid ankle....

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