𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

3: Shit-Toren

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(y/n) adjusted her grip on the worn paper list, the edges already softened by the damp small-town air. Her wore her black leather jacket with a yin-yang symbol on the back. she squinted, trying to decipher the faded ink under as the sun bares down on her like a thousand lava jets!

"dried seaweed..." she mumbled, "where the heck do they sell dried seaweed around here?" she asked every store she went to but the owners did not have the product she was looking for, the only advice she gained from a middle-aged man was to go over to the other side of town, telling her to be careful considering there are gangs.

(y/n)'s soft footfalls echoes in her ears as she walks the cobblestone pavement; the buildings casting a shadow around her. It felt like she was wandering in a sketchy territory.

her (e/c) hues land on a short under-bridge that shows the other side of town just opposite. above the bricking was a symbol of badly drawn tiger..?..or is that a dog..?

A low rumble vibrated through the air, causing her to look up. A massive train, a gleaming silver serpent, hurtled overhead, its shadow briefly eclipsing the alley. she took a deep breath, the scent of soy sauce and simmering broth from the ramen shop mixing with the metallic smell of the train's passing.

"alright," she muttered to herself, stepping onto the narrow walkway under the railway, "just a few more blocks and I'll be at the 24-hour convenience store. It's probably got everything."

As she walked, her footsteps echoed off the concrete, the sound amplified by the oppressive silence of the shadowed alley. she passed a small, shuttered shop with a sign that read 'kanzaki sewing.'

"mhm, it probably has some needles and thread." she murmurs, jotting it down on a spare corner of her list. her stomach rumbled, a reminder of the empty ramen bowl that awaited her back home.

anyways, as she crosses to the other side of town, she sees that most shops aren't open or are permanently closed, making (y/n) sigh and grumble as she knew she would have venture further in.

as she did, she FINALLY spots the 24-hour convenience store! she rushes inside with glee, browsing the aisles for the things she can hopefully find on her list. dried seaweed; check. instant noodles; check. drinks; check. she crossed out some more food items on the list and exits the store once she paid.

(y/n) is now headed back to the sewing store she passed earlier, but was blocked by a group of young men, who screamed delinquent from their poor choice of outfits and piercings, "excuse me," she slides to the right to move past them but some of them blocked her.

the (h/c)-ette frowns, "get out of my way. i won't ask nicely again.!" She huffs, glaring at them as she tightens her hold on her bag, ready to swing if need be.

one of the men grin at her, "oh come on, doll face, we just wanna have a lil company, is that so bad?" he coos, making the other laugh together as if they were in the choir.

(y/n) glares, "sorry hon, but i ain't your mama to spend my company on you. now move aside, this is your last warning.!" She tries to stay calm.

the man she insulted did not take kindly to her words and reaches his arm out to grab her. As he did, the (h/c)-ette already had her bag of items in the air, swinging with full force just as a hand slips past her from behind to grab the male.

the man groans in pain when (y/n)'s bag smacks him across the face, leaving a big red bruise. he was about to cuss at her when his eyes trail behind her, widening in fear as the other begin to run away in fear, screaming their heads out, "it's SHISHITOREN!!!"

(y/n) cocks her head to the side, "did he say shit-toren?" She mumbles in confusion, "what's that..?"

"oi," a deep voice says from behind her, startling her as she turns to see who the culprit is, "what the fuck do you bastards think you're doing?"

(e/c) hues land on a tall male with dark shaggy hair in a small braid, some shades covering his eyes as he wore a big yellow jacket, pants and sandals. He was definitely attractive and aura screams 'danger, don't mess the fuck with me.'

the man who attempted to harass her, squeaks out in fear as the tall slender male narrows his eyes dangerously at him, almost breaking his fists with how tight his grip was before shoving him away carelessly, "don't forget your place," he lowers his shades, revealing glamorous green eyes, "this territory belongs to shishitoren, don't forget that." he threatens.

the male scampers away, leaving the two along as they now face each other in silence.

(y/n) blinks owlishly, "arigato..!" she bows, "i don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up!" Well obviously i would've beaten them up..!

the tall male blinks, hands stuffed in his pockets, "a pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be wandering in these parts all alone. you should go home." he tells her smoothly, eyeing her, "..although, i'm sure you could've handled it with that swing of yours." He smirks, gesturing to her bag of items.

(y/n) laughs bashfully, rubbing her neck, "i highly doubt i would've been a match against all those guys, shades-kun." she teases, playing coy and making him raise an eyebrow in amusement at her odd nickname.

"shades-kun?"

the (h/c)-ette bops her head up and down, grinning, "yup! it's like practically shady around here and you're wearing...shades..! get it?!! also, i'm not sure if i see the fashion trend going on here.." she hums in thought, eyeing his monk attire???

the shaggy-haired male blinks before chuckling, his shoulders shaking, "you're a strange girl," he shook his head, "you should get going, missus. wouldn't want a repeat of this again, right?"

(y/n) smiles at his thoughtfulness, "thanks for worrying about me, but i still have a bit of shopping to do here before i leave," she gestures to her crumpled list.

the male observes her for a moment before sighing, turning on his sandals, "come on then, i'll guide you." he tells her in a deep, lazy voice.

the (h/c)-ette hums in suspicion, "mhm..how do i know you won't hurt me as well?..just because you saved me earlier, doesn't give you a green pass just yet." she points out. hey, safety comes first, ya know??

the man tilts his head back, amused at her wariness but is understandable, "i only offered, you don't have to follow me or not. i'm just saying, if you get caught in that mess again, i may not be around to help you twice in a row." he explains, making (y/n) blink at his words.

the way he spoke implied that he was some big shot around here. then again, the guys who attempted to harass her earlier seem frightened of him and he did mention his gang name...?...now, this can either go two ways, she can go with him...or face the dogs alone.

with no choice but to accept, she follows the shaggy-haired male as he asks her where else is she headed to, hence she shows him her list of remaining items.

"so...." (y/n) begins in a dramatic fashion, popping her tongue, "are you like..part of gang or something?" she asks curiously, lightly swinging her bag back and forth as she walks beside him.

the shaggy-haired male hums, "yea. i'm sure you heard of us, shishitoren." He introduces.

"shit-toren? nope, i never heard of you in my entire life!"

the shaggy-haired male chokes as he hears the (h/c)-ette mispronounce his gang name, earning a sweat-drop as he sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "you're quite something, aren't ya?" He says, also surprised she hadn't heard of shishitoren at all, it made sense why she wasn't fazed tho..—

"it's SHISHI-toren." He corrects.

"shit-toren." (y/n) says in a simple tone.

the shaggy-haired male sighs in defeat, finally reaching their destination.

(y/n) thanks him, introducing herself as he returns it, "jo togame." He says in his deep lazy-ass voice, before he turns and waves his hand, heading back to choji as he felt his phone buzz constantly.

togame had an odd feeling that this wasn't the last he'll be seeing of the (h/c)-ette...he sighs...

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