Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

A Thorn's Gentle Touch- Yor Forger (Spy X Family)

As requested by Lizardbrian999! Male Y/N

The bustling streets of the city were alive with the soft glow of streetlamps and the chatter of people enjoying the cool evening air. Among them walked Yor Forger, her crimson eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. To any passerby, she looked like just another young woman out for a stroll. But Yor was anything but ordinary.

As she rounded a corner, a familiar voice called out to her. "Yor! Over here!"

She turned to see Y/N waving at her from a small café across the street. A smile spread across her face as she made her way towards him, narrowly avoiding a distracted cyclist in her haste.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry I'm late," Yor apologized as she sat down across from him. "Work was... complicated today."

Y/N chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let me guess, another tricky 'filing' job?" He was one of the few people who knew about Yor's secret life as an assassin, and he always found her attempts to downplay it endearing.

Yor blushed slightly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Something like that. But enough about work. How have you been? It feels like ages since we last caught up."

As Y/N launched into a story about his week, Yor found herself studying his face. They had been friends for years, ever since they bumped into each other – quite literally – at a local market. Y/N had been carrying a stack of books that went flying, and Yor had felt so guilty that she insisted on helping him gather them up. That chance encounter had blossomed into a friendship that Yor cherished deeply.

But lately, she had been noticing things about Y/N that she hadn't before. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gentle timbre of his voice, the warmth of his smile. It was confusing and a little frightening for someone who had spent so much of her life keeping people at arm's length.

"Yor? Are you okay?" Y/N's voice snapped her out of her reverie. "You seemed lost in thought there for a moment."

"Oh! I'm fine, just a little tired I suppose," Yor replied, hoping her cheeks weren't as red as they felt. "Please, continue your story. I want to hear all about it."

As the evening wore on, their conversation flowed easily from topic to topic. Y/N had always been able to make Yor feel at ease, even when she was stressed about her double life or worried about her role as Anya's mother. There was something comforting about his presence, like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Just as they were finishing their desserts, a commotion erupted outside the café. Yor's assassin instincts immediately kicked in, her body tensing as she assessed the situation. A man was running down the street, clutching a purse that clearly didn't belong to him.

Without thinking, Yor sprang into action. "I'll be right back," she said to a startled Y/N before dashing out of the café.

With grace and speed that belied her delicate appearance, Yor pursued the thief. She weaved through the crowd, her eyes never leaving her target. As she closed in, she calculated her move. With a powerful leap, she soared over the heads of several pedestrians and landed directly in front of the stunned criminal.

"I believe that doesn't belong to you," Yor said calmly, her eyes glinting dangerously.

The thief, clearly not expecting to be confronted by a woman in a cocktail dress, hesitated for a moment. That was all Yor needed. In a blur of motion, she disarmed him with a series of quick strikes, retrieved the purse, and had the man on the ground before he could even blink.

As a small crowd gathered to watch the spectacle, Yor suddenly remembered her cover. She couldn't be seen taking down criminals with professional efficiency. Thinking quickly, she took a clumsy stance and said loudly, "Oh my! I seem to have tripped and fallen on this poor man. How clumsy of me!"

The onlookers chuckled, buying her act. As the police arrived to take the would-be thief into custody, Yor slipped away from the scene, purse in hand. She returned to the café, where Y/N was waiting with a mixture of concern and admiration on his face.

"Yor, that was... incredible," he said softly as she sat back down. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, a little embarrassed by the attention. "I'm fine. I just couldn't stand by and let that man get away with stealing."

Y/N reached across the table and took her hand in his. The gesture was so unexpected that Yor felt her breath catch in her throat. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said, his voice full of warmth. "Not just because of what you can do, but because of who you are. Your kindness, your determination to do what's right... it's inspiring."

Yor felt her heart racing, and not from the exertion of chasing down the thief. She looked into Y/N's eyes and saw something there that made her feel both thrilled and terrified. "Y/N, I..."

But before she could finish her thought, the waiter approached their table with the bill. The moment passed, and Yor found herself both relieved and disappointed.

As they left the café and began walking through the now-quieter streets, an awkward silence fell between them. Yor's mind was whirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, Y/N was her best friend, someone she trusted implicitly. On the other, the idea of allowing herself to be vulnerable, to potentially love someone, was frightening.

They paused at a small park, the moonlight casting long shadows across the grass. Y/N turned to her, his expression serious. "Yor, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

Yor felt her pulse quicken. "What is it?"

Y/N took a deep breath. "I... I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I know your life is complicated, and I know you have Loid and Anya to think about. But I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. You're the most extraordinary person I've ever met, and I... I think I'm in love with you."

Yor stood there, stunned. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. Her arrangement with Loid was just a cover, wasn't it? But what about Anya? And her work as an assassin? How could she possibly have a normal relationship?

But as she looked at Y/N, saw the sincerity and affection in his eyes, something inside her shifted. She thought about all the times he had been there for her, how he accepted every part of her – even the parts she had to hide from the rest of the world.

"Y/N," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I have feelings for you too. But I'm scared. My life is so complicated, and I don't want to put you in danger."

He stepped closer, gently taking her hands in his. "Yor, I know who you are. All of who you are. And I'm not afraid. Whatever challenges come our way, we can face them together."

In that moment, looking into Y/N's eyes, Yor made a decision. She had spent so much of her life in the shadows, denying herself the chance at real happiness. But here was someone who saw her, truly saw her, and cared for her anyway.

Slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away if he wanted to, Yor leaned in and pressed her lips to Y/N's. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but soon deepened as years of unspoken feelings poured out.

When they finally parted, both a little breathless, Yor couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe I just did that," she said, her cheeks flushed.

Y/N grinned, his eyes shining with joy. "I'm glad you did. So... what happens now?"

Yor took a deep breath, feeling lighter than she had in years. "Now? Now we figure it out together. It won't be easy, and there's a lot we'll need to talk about. But I want to try. With you."