In His Arms | Yujiro Hanma x Reader

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The house was quiet. She moved softly through the kitchen, her hands delicate as they glided over the countertops. Every step was measured, every movement graceful, almost as if she were afraid that the world itself could break beneath her touch. Her thoughts, though, were far from fragile. They swirled around the figure of Yujiro, still lingering in her mind since he'd left that morning.

The way he carried himself, the way his presence dominated the room without him having to speak, it was something she hadn't encountered before. Most people were cautious around her, treating her like something fragile—something that could snap at any moment. But Yujiro, for all his strength and dominance, hadn't treated her that way. He hadn't been rough with her, but he hadn't coddled her either.

It was a strange kind of balance. She was still trying to wrap her mind around it.

[The Day Picked] wasn't far off now, and she found herself anticipating his arrival more than she expected. What kind of man like Yujiro would want to spend his time around someone like her? It wasn't pity—his eyes told her that much. But what was it then? Curiosity? Some kind of challenge?

She sighed and set a small pan on the stove, preparing a simple meal for herself. Her movements were slow, careful, as she handled the utensils with the same caution she always did. Her life had always been about that—caution. Being fragile meant knowing her limits, never pushing too far, always staying in a controlled space. It had been her reality for as long as she could remember.

Yet, with Yujiro in her life, even temporarily, she felt like those limits were being tested. He hadn't done anything to hurt her—if anything, he had shown a strange level of control in handling her. But she knew his reputation. The world's strongest man wasn't known for his gentleness, and yet he had treated her with an odd sort of respect. It made her feel... different.

As she finished cooking and plated her food, she caught her reflection in the small kitchen window. She paused, taking in her appearance—the fragile beauty everyone saw, the perfection that was overshadowed by her body's weakness. She knew how men saw her. They admired her beauty, but once they learned of her condition, the interest faded, replaced by fear or hesitation.

But Yujiro wasn't afraid. If anything, he was intrigued.

Her thoughts lingered on him again, and a small smile played on her lips. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than just raw power. Maybe there was something beneath that exterior that understood what it meant to be vulnerable, even if he didn't show it.

With [The Day Picked] approaching, anticipation curled in her stomach. It wasn't just about dinner—it was about seeing Yujiro again. About that quiet, simmering tension that filled the air whenever they were near each other. The way his eyes seemed to watch her, like he was seeing something no one else did.

She wondered what it would be like—sitting across from him again, his presence so overpowering yet strangely comforting. Would the evening be as quiet as their car ride had been, or would she finally get to understand the man beneath the legend?

She sighed softly and leaned against the counter, her fingers tracing the surface absentmindedly. [The Day Picked] was only a few days away, but it felt like an eternity.

Whatever happened, she knew one thing for sure—Yujiro Hanma was unlike anyone she had ever met. And for reasons she couldn't quite explain, she couldn't wait to see him again.

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Next Update: 11/4/2024