𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

13: Grumpy Who?

a/n: don't forget to comment!

"HEY GUYS!!!"

the classroom door of 1-1 slid open with a BAM as all eyes dart to a pretty (h/c)-ette, who waltzed inside. (Y/n)'s greeting was a burst of sunshine in the dim, male-dominated space. her presence had the boys blushing as they were graced by a girl in their class! they always look forward to her visits.

thats right. The (h/c)-ette has been coming to furin high often and hanging out with the boys. you're probably wondering about her job, right? Well, the owner is a sweet old man, so he always tells her to go out and make friends. He has other employees anyways and the fact she gets food and other stuff from makochi's townsfolk made her life easier...—

nirei beams at (y/n), perking up from his spot on his desk.

"(y/n)-chan!" the scruffy blonde haired male greets, followed by suo and sakura (the boy was blushing and grumbling at the same time). kiryu gives her a gentle smile as he glances up from his phone before going back to his game.

the group of four began talking about their past fights, what they plan for lunch and even exchanging phone numbers because they want (y/n) to be apart of the group chat...and who wouldn't want a girl's number?!!

Just then, the door slides open, interrupting their banter. (y/n) glanced up, her eyes meeting a pair of tired, indifferent ones. sugishita kyotaro, a member of Bofurin, stood in the doorway, his presence imposing, yet strangely withdrawn. He had a rough, almost animalistic energy that made him seem more like a predator than a student.

He was a long blue-haired male with a grumpy face. He met her eyes and they both just stare at each other; each holding a surprised look on their face.

The long haired male then walks to his desk and slumps down on the chair, slamming his face on the desk and snoozing away.

Blink...blink...

(y/n) looks at suo and the others for an explanation, her confusion clear on her face as the pirate-looking male chuckling suavely, "don't mind him. He's sugishita kyotaro." he introduces the blue-haired male who paid no mind to them.

she hums, inching close to sugishita as she observes him. He was cute...she didn't realize she was staring until a pair of brown hues connect with her own (e/c) ones, snapping her out of it as she sees sugishita was awake and now looking at her silently, a stray strand of hair in front of his face.

There was a beat of uncomfortable silence before (y/n), ever the one to break the ice, stepped forward, "hey, you must be sugishita. I'm (y/n). it's so nice to meet you. your friends say a lot about you."

sakura flinches when sugishita sends him a glare. just what things have been said...?

sugishita didn't respond, his face remaining an impassive mask. (y/n) is unfazed as she continues, "i heard you were a tough fighter. You guys doing something interesting today?" she curiously questions.

He didn't respond, simply nodded stiffly. But (y/n) didn't give up. she began to engage him in conversation, bringing up lighthearted topics, cracking jokes, and even offering him a piece of the candy she had brought.

she then took a seat beside him, her presence somehow calming the tension in the air, "i'm a fighter too," she said casually, her smile open and genuine, "maybe we can spar sometime." she suggests, a wave of warmth emitting from her.

sugishita's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at her, his expression softening slightly for the first time.

slowly but surely, a tiny crack appeared in sugishita's armor. He was tense, he was wary, but he didn't say he was uncomfortable with her presence, he just wasn't good at social interactions and with his own feelings as well.

......

(y/n) bounces into the makochi town market, her laughter echoing off the bustling stalls. The bofurin boys, her protective companions, were already knee-deep in good deeds. they were helping Mr. Hashimoto, a wizened shopkeeper with a kind smile, paint over the grafitti that had been defacing his shop's facade.

the shopping district buzzed with the usual tuesday morning chaos. the air was thick with the smells of sizzling meat, fresh vegetables, and the occasional whiff of something pastry-like!

they are already knee-deep in the project, armed with paintbrushes and buckets.

(y/n), never one to shy away from a good time or a good deed, grabbed a paintbrush, her eyes shining with mischief, "let's get this done!" she declared!

the bofurin boys chuckled at her enthusiasm. she climbed onto a rickety stepladder, her determination outshining. with a flourish and a mischievous grin, she attacked a particularly large and offensive scrawl. Her brush danced across the wall, leaving behind a bright trail of yellow paint. But her enthusiasm was her undoing.

A sudden jerk of the ladder sent the paint can tumbling. (y/n)'s balance faltered, sending her tumbling towards the unforgiving ground. Just as she braced herself for impact, a hand, strong and surprisingly gentle, gripped her lower back, steadying her.

"ahh!" she turned to see sugishita kyotaro, the grumpy and silent bofurin boy, looking at her with an unreadable expression. He hadn't said a word, keeping his hand on her form as he looks up at her.

suo, nirei, kiryu, sakura and tsuguera look over in worry when they heard a loud clatter, but relaxed when they see the female in safe arms.

(y/n), always the bold one, decided to break the silence, "wow, thank you, sugishita," she says, her voice a touch breathless, "that was a close one!" she giggles.

sugishita grunted in response, his gaze fixed on the spilled paint. He then bent down, picked up the can, and started cleaning up the mess without a word. ah, such a good boi...—

the silence hung heavy in the air. (y/n) found herself tongue-tied. she couldn't quite decipher sugishita's demeanor. his gruffness was a familiar shield, but there was something different about him today. He was no longer simply apathetic, but seemed almost...concerned.

just then...sugishita simply murmured in a gruff and low tone, "...don't be so clumsy." his voice was still rough, but it held a warmth that surprised the (h/c)-ette. she couldn't help but smile, her heart a little lighter.

"r-right..!"

the painting continued, the air buzzing with laughter and the rhythmic swish of paintbrushes. (y/n)'s adrenaline was still pumping but she felt a warmth bloom in her chest as she hums happily.

sugishita, the ever-silent observer, seemed to be watching her with his eyes, glancing at her from time-to-time to make sure she doesn't get into more accidents. not like she would, considering he took over her job and was on the rickety step ladder instead of her while she was painting with the others below him.

as the day drew to a close, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something unexpected. was he maybe..?...starting to warm up to her or not just yet??

ENJOY!!!