𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

1: Intro/Prologue

a/n: hey guys!! Another story, wow!!! this time it's wind breaker!! i am completely obsessed and had to write a story about it!!! don't forget to comment and happy readings!!

(y/n) is a young woman with a heart of gold, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. Her impulsive, stubborn, and caring nature often leads her to wander around the small towns and streets of japan, where she finds herself getting involved in various situations and helping the locals in unexpected ways.

she was loved and adored by any person she comes across, her aura surrounding them and filling them with unimaginable emotions. not only was she kind, but she is also a beautiful young woman with a (slender/chubby, skinny) body, fierce yet soft eyes.

the wind whipped through the cherry blossoms, petals swirling like a soft pink snow around (y/n). her piercing (e/c) eyes, glimmered by awe, scanned the bustling street market of kyoto.

orphaned at a tender age, (y/n) had escaped the suffocating walls of the burgeoning facility, finding solace in the open roads and the freedom of the wind. she learned to fight, her fists fueled by a burning desire to protect herself and those around her. It was this fire that drew her to the city of kyoto, a beacon of beauty and hardship, where she found herself drawn into a local dispute.

a group of thugs, their faces masked with arrogance, were terrorizing a small fruit vendor, demanding an exorbitant sum for "protection." the vendor, a frail, elderly woman, trembled in fear. as the thugs moved in, a whirlwind of movement swept through the market square. one moment, (y/n) was standing unnoticed, the next, she was a blur of controlled fury, her fists a symphony of power against the thugs' surprised faces. with a guttural shout, she sent them sprawling, their arrogance evaporated.

"thank you, young lady," the vendor whimpered, her eyes filled with gratitude.

(y/n) smiles, a toothy grin and fiery spark of warmth in her usually soft features. "It's nothing, ma'am. It's what I do!!!" she giggles.

this was (y/n)'s life: a string of small victories, whispered stories of a fearless girl who fought for the downtrodden, a guardian angel in the guise of a teenage runaway. she moved from town to town, her skills a balm to the troubled hearts of those who sought her out when she lingered longer than expected. she was a fierce protector and fighter, but also a kind soul, her heart softening even more by the kindness she found in the people she helped.

it wasn't just kyoto though.

in the bustling streets of nagano, the (h/c)-ette found herself drawn to a small, struggling art school. a group of talented students were in danger of having their school shut down due to lack of funding. with a quiet
determination, the female stepped in, using her skills to secure a sponsorship from a local businessman, impressed by her unwavering spirit.

each town or street she visited held its own story, its own challenges, and its own scars. But (y/n), with her fiery spirit, always found a way to persevere. now, weary of the constant movement, she sought a place to call home, a place where she could finally lay down her burdens and start anew.

makochi, a town where time seemed to move at a slower pace, was known for its tranquility. the gentle murmur of the river and the melodic chirping of birds created a soothing symphony that resonated through its cobblestone streets. this peaceful haven, however, was about to be stirred by a young, stubborn woman named (y/n).

with its serene atmosphere and charming simplicity, felt like a sanctuary to the (h/c)-ette. she found herself drawn to its quiet charm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind life she had known. It was here, in this peaceful town, that she met a kind old man, Mr.
Tanaka, who, in a twist of fate, became her benefactor.

(y/n), with her amazing independence, had initially refused any form of assistance. but when she saved Mr.Tanaka from a mugging, his gratitude knew no bounds. he even offered her a job at his small convenience store, a simple position as a cashier. (y/n), with her characteristic stubbornness, initially hesitated. But Mr. Tanaka's unwavering kindness and genuine concern for her well-being softened her resolve.

now, the (h/c)-ette finds herself living in a quaint, modest apartment, a far cry from the runaway life she had been accustomed to. her days are filled with ringing cash registers, the gentle chatter of customers, and the comforting aroma of convenience store.

despite the simplicity of her life, (y/n) finds solace in the quiet rhythm of makochi. She has discovered a sense of belonging, a feeling she had never experienced before.

unbeknownst to her, her fights and victories had caught many ears.

the whispers started small, faint murmurs in the back alleys and hushed exchanges on street corners. A blur moved, a whisper of wind, and the thugs scattering, leaving behind a trail of bewildered victims and a growing legend. they called him 'The black dragon,' a strong guy who moved with the grace of a dragon and the strength of one too. And some feared him, while others were intrigued by this new individual. It caused a fear that was a strange mix of awe and trepidation.

thw truth, however, was far more mundane, and far more extraordinary. the 'black dragon' was none other than (y/n), the teenage girl with eyes that shone with kindness and a spirit that burned with the fire of justice. she wasn't seeking fame, nor did she crave attention - heck she didn't even know she had a title!! she simply wanted to help, to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves.

(y/n) wasn't a trained fighter, she hadn't learned martial arts in some secret dojo or a sensei or even the mafia! her strength came from a wellspring of compassion, a burning desire to protect the innocent...and also from observing people and looking at youtube videos. she'd learned to fight by necessity, defending herself and others against the petty thugs and bullying gangs that plagued their neighborhood.

bute her methods were unorthodox, her movements fluid yet powerful, her strikes precise and swift. she fought with a passion that was both beautiful and terrifying, making her seem invincible. Even the most hardened criminals would find themselves unnerved by the intensity of her spirit, her unwavering determination to right the wrong.

nobody knew (y/n)'s true identity. they only heard of a person or..man (is what others assume) who defeated multiple gangs and thugs and earned praise from the citizen. the only signature one can foretold about the 'black dragon' was the black leather jacket with a yin-yang symbol on the back.

the thugs and punks who had the unfortunate opportunity to meet the (h/c)-ette, only realize that SHE is the 'black dragon' once they catch sight of the jacket on her person. she is the blur of movement, the fear in the eyes of her opponents.

The rumors grew, each new story embellishing amusement to some as others scoffed at the ridiculousness of it all...—-

ENJOY!!! how was that intro? the beginning is always the most tough for me write along with the first couple of chapters, but overtime as the story progresses, they do get longer!! so stick around and enjoy!!