Watanabe Mutsuhiro x Reader

Part 1

(Y/N) had always been a very cheerful girl. As a young girl, she used to run around and play in the mud with the boys, ruining her dresses and dirtying her long, dark hair. She came home with a bright smile on her face and told her mother about her adventures that day. Every night, the young girl would look outside her window and smile, thinking about what to do the next day or what game to invent. She had always been very curious and loved learning about everything that surrounded her. Always paying attention to her teachers, always trying to help someone, (Y/N) was always smiling or laughing. Growing up, she stopped playing in the mud, instead, she learnt how to cook and sew, how to take care of older people and children and how to tend to someone's wounds, be it physical or emotional. She could always be seen near the doctor, helping him or just observing what he was doing.

"(Y/N)? Oh, she helped me when I cut my arm with a knife. I was so scared, but she calmly sewed the wound and stopped the bleeding. Such a nice girl!"

"She's always helping me  with the kids. They can be such a bother sometimes! Thank the lord we have her!"

"(Y/N) is always helping people, and that takes most of her time. If only she could look at me... I want to confess to her but I'm afraid of her reaction. I know she has already turned down many guys before."

Anyone you asked, they only had good words about her. (Y/N) was loved by all the village's folks and no one could deny that. Yet, a question floated in the air, one which no one dared to ask. People talked about that only in the safety of their homes, with close relatives and friends, and not one single person dared say a thing. What was it that made all the villagers whisper to each other, gasp or even wipe their eyes in sadness? It was a very simple question, which to any outsider would seem normal. Actually, it was so simple that many people raised their eyebrows in question after hearing it, but soon their eyes widened when more and more words slipped past the talker's lips. But what was it that had everyone looking at the girl, mouth open but no words slipping out of it? 

"How?" This is what everyone thought about, this is what no one dared ask her. How could she be so happy and cheerful, after all that she's been through? 

And so, no matter how easy it would seem, no one asked her. It was like a taboo, a question forbidden from coming anywhere near her slightly pointed ears. That was until a stranger came in through the western part of the village. 

One year ago

It was a tall, bulky man, with a big beard and a smirk on his face. He stopped at the tavern and, upon seeing a beautiful lady wiping a table furthest from him, asked the man behind him:

"Who's that young lady?"

The man, which was dining with his wife, turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Who?"

The taller male pointed his thumb in (Y/N)'s direction and smirked.

"Oh, you're asking about (Y/N)! Said the wife, turning back to her husband. "I think I'm going to go speak with her!"

Pushing her chair back, she excused herself and started towards the small female. 

"Yes, that is indeed (Y/N) (L/N), and I'm Gregory. It's nice to meet you. How come I've never seen you around?"

Gregory studied his wife as she was speaking with (Y/N). It was probably about the kids again. The little pricks always listened when she was around, but as soon as she left, they made a mess and kept running around the house until their legs gave out and they fell asleep. Little demons, as he told everyone.

"I'm Aidan.  I'm just passing through the village." The bearded man spoke, looking at the petite female who stopped cleaning the table as soon as the fatter woman approached. "Is she taken?"