In His Arms | Yujiro Hanma x Reader

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Yujiro held the phone to his ear, the sound of Oliva's voice breaking through the silence of the room. "Yujiro! Thanks for taking my call," Oliva said, his tone direct yet warm, instantly putting Yujiro at ease.

"Cut to the chase, Oliva," Yujiro replied, his tone still assertive. "Strydum already filled me in."

"Right, right. I appreciate you considering it," Oliva continued, his friendly demeanor shining through. "I wouldn't trust just anyone with my sister, you know that. She's... well, she's a bit fragile. It's not easy for her, and I want her to feel safe."

Yujiro listened, his expression unreadable as Oliva's words painted a picture of the reader—a delicate existence in need of protection. "What's her situation?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"She's moving to Japan for medical treatment," Oliva explained. "The doctors there are supposed to be the best. She's been through a lot, and I just want someone to keep an eye on her during the transition. You're the strongest person I know, Yujiro. I can't think of anyone better."

Yujiro took a moment, contemplating the request. "You think I'm just a bodyguard?" he questioned, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"No, not at all," Oliva replied, laughter in his voice. "But honestly, I trust you to handle any situation. Just keep her safe and show her a bit of kindness. She needs it."

"Kindness isn't my specialty," Yujiro said, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Just try to be less intimidating, then," Oliva shot back, his tone playful yet serious. "She deserves a chance to experience life, not just be wrapped in bubble wrap. I know you can handle it."

Yujiro, contemplating the request. He had been planning to travel back to Japan soon, but the mention of her intrigued him. Fragile, they had said—an idea that stirred a mix of curiosity and skepticism within him. He was accustomed to strength and resilience, not delicacy. What kind of person would she be? Would she embody the fragility they spoke of, or would there be more beneath the surface? The prospect of meeting someone who both fascinated and challenged his perceptions piqued his interest, igniting a desire to discover what lay hidden behind her fragile facade.

"Fine," Yujiro conceded, the challenge sparking his interest. "When do I meet her?"

"Tomorrow morning. I'll have Strydum bring her to you. Thank you, Yujiro. It means a lot."

As Yujiro hung up, he stared out the window, a mixture of thoughts swirling in his mind. This wouldn't be like any other escort job. There was something intriguing about this fragile girl, a challenge that beckoned him. He might not be known for his gentleness, but perhaps, just perhaps, he could navigate this new territory.