𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

18: Persistent

a/n: don't forget to comment!

the aroma of grilled yakitori hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of flowers and leaves that drifted in from the nearby park away from the shopping district of makochi. (y/n)'s brow is furrowed in concentration as she stares down at her bowl of ramen, the steam rising in wisps around her face.

she sat at a rickety table outside the small eatery. her fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the worn wood, a recurring habit that belied her fierce spirit. she was about to take a bite out of her food when...

her peaceful moment was shattered by a voice, smooth and deceptively charming, "fancy meeting you here, (y/n)."

(y/n) didn't need to look up to know who it was. yamato endo, with his dark, wavy hair, piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a sly glint, and a smirk that promised trouble, sat down opposite her. He was a man who radiated danger like a heatwave, but his casual demeanor and seemingly harmless comments were the most unsettling thing about him.

endo was a member of noroshi, a notorious group of fighters known for their ruthless tactics and brutal methods. (y/n), a skilled fighter in her own right, had been their target for weeks now. They seemed obsessed with her, relentlessly trying to recruit her into their ranks. endo, in particular, seemed to relish the challenge of breaking her, finding her reactions to his taunts particularly amusing.

(e/c) hues look bored at the male, "*sigh*, what do you want, endo?" (y/n) asks, her voice lax as she eats her food, savoring the taste.

endo smirks at her unbothered state. He leans across the table, his gaze fixed on her intensely, "well, (y/n), I think it's time we got to know each other better. don't you agree?" his arms were firm and muscular, the tattoos decorating them like a work of art.

he reached for her chopsticks from her fingers, picking up a piece of narutomaki and holding it to her lips, "try this, it's your favorite, isn't it?" he grins devilishly, waiting for her to open her mouth..—

(y/n) gapes at him, before she swats his hand away with a flick of her wrist, grabbing her chopsticks back, "first of all, never touch my food," she warns, her voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes blazed with anger. Food is life..!

"oh, come now, little bird," endo cooed, his smirk widening, "it's just a little taste. we're like on a date, you and I. Don't you want to share with your date?" he taunts, his arm draped over his chair, legs crossed as he watches her amused with his obnoxiously handsome face!

endo's words, meant to provoke, did not bother (y/n) although her eye twitches. she is simply trying to eat her food in peace!! Besides, the idea of being on a 'date' with someone like endo, a man who (definitely) relished pain and chaos, filled her with disgust.

"yeah, no way," she dismissively says, finally meeting his gaze, "i'd rather eat with a pack of wolves than you!!" she points her chopsticks at him, continuing to eat her food till she finally finishes her meal!

"(y/n)," endo purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble, "are you saying you aren't enjoying my company?" he slyly teases.

(y/n)'s lips twitched, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, "i prefer my own," she huffs, her voice crisp, "or with my friends!"

This peaked endo's interest. she has friends?..who were they? did he know them..?

endo chuckles, leaning back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her, "heh, such a feisty one, aren't you? I find it endearing, the way you fight back. it's a shame you waste your talents on...this." He gestured dismissively at the town, a quaint, peaceful place that seemed far removed from the brutal reality of endo's world.