Various X Reader: One-Shots

Steve Fox x Reader: His Jane Doe

Tekken 4 and onwards

Steve Fox x Reader: His Jane Doe

Gender: Female

(E/C): Eye Color

3RD POV

It was a bright sunny day. Birds flew and chirped all over the sky. Dogs indoors and out barked continuously at every passing human. It was a day that a blonde boxer took the chance to buy a warm cup of coffee to let out the cool air that caused the hair on his neck to stand on end. At a local coffee shop, one that he had gone frequently, began to work a young woman, a woman who was his age. 21. To him, she was like an angel. Beautiful, sweet, kind. And somehow knew how he wanted his cup of coffee.

They've only exchanged a few words. Like how their day has been and how'd they prefer a walk in the park and a boxing match over gang fights and nightly races. They would continuously have these type of conversations all while not knowing what her name is.

While this friendship seem to last a lifetime, it had only lasted for two months, for the rookie at the shop had to go for out-of-state studying. Once again the British blonde was left with no one to chat with and now with coffee that didn't taste the same. For months, nine exactly, he was left alone, walking the streets in order to not only find out about his mysterious past but also see if his Jane Doe would ever show. All his nights seemed restless, almost as if apart of him was missing.

When the time came, she came back. His Jane Doe graduated from out-of-state but also came back saddened. The night he found her, it was raining and she was without an umbrella. Her eyes were red and puffed up and she kept attempting to not show anyone the emotions she was feeling. While everyone didn't noticed, he noticed perfectly. Near the bus stop, he walked down the side walk with an umbrella in hand.

He stopped beside her and pulled the umbrella over her head. "May I ask why this Jane Doe is upset?" he asked her. She immediately whipped her tears away and sniffed. "It's nothing!... really..." The previous attendant of the coffee shop attempted to hide her face from him but ever time she did, she failed. The British boxer peeked past her hair and saw her crying (e/c) eyes. "I won't pressure you, but..." The boxes stretched out it only available arm for her, showing and telling her that he will always be there and he is someone she can count on. "Care for hug? Might make you a little batter."

The young woman looked at him surprisingly. She couldn't help but cry a little more. No one knew why she was sad, didn't bother asking nor tried anything to make her feel better. But he did. He was what and who she needed. Someone to rely on, someone to call a friend when she needed one... Her other half. She took the chance for any type of confort and went in for the free hug. She cried and sniffed and hoped he didn't mind, which he didn't at all. "You know, I still don't know you're name," the boxer laughed. "It's (y/n)," she smiled brightly, even though she looked like a complete wreck. "That's a lovely name.... If you want a place a stay the night in, there's always my place." Now with each other to relay on, both walked home under the umbrella, now knowing each other's name.

"Thanks, Steve."

Now he knew the name to his Jane Doe.