𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

19: A Friend In Need

a/n: don't forget to comment!

the neon hum of the convenience store sign buzzed in (y/n)'s ears as she stepped out, the fading daylight casting long shadows across the deserted street. her muscles ached from the endless stream of customers and restocking shelves, but the thought of her warm bed and a long, hot shower spurred her on.

An elderly man, hunched and frail, was cornered by a group of punks. they were eight against one, their laughter echoing like a cruel symphony. one of them, a hulking brute with a sneer permanently etched onto his face, shoved the old man, sending him sprawling onto the dirty ground, his cane rolling on the pavement.

(y/n)'s anger flared. it wasn't just the blatant injustice, but the fear in the old man's eyes that ignited a fire within her. she stomps towards them, "HEY!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!" she yells, her voice surprisingly strong despite her exhaustion from work.

the punks turn, their faces contorted with surprise, then anger. In her eyes, they were nothing but bullies, and they didn't tolerate being told what to do, especially by a girl, "tch, what's it to you, little girl?"the hulking one sneered.

the old man was looking at her worriedly despite his situation. the (h/c)-ette flashes him a quick smile full of reassurance!

"it's everything," (y/n) fires back, her voice tight as she scoffs at them, eyeing him disgustingly. she wonders where the humanity in people have disappeared too, "you're pathetic, picking on someone who can't fight back."

the taunts escalated. they snarled and threatened, their words dripping with menace. yet, (y/n) knew this was no longer about the old man, it was about them proving their dominance. of fucking course..!

"heh, what's the big deal? we're just having fun with the old man." one of them laughs.

(y/n)'s jaw tightened. her experience as a fighter had taught her that these men were not interested in 'fun.' she wasn't going to let an innocent person be another victim of their games, "get lost," she says, her voice steady, almost bored as she glances at the old man, picking up his cane and helping him stand up while keeping a wary eye on the men, "you should get going, old man. i got it from here," she adjusts her black leather jacket.

"but..!"

she shot the old man a grin, waving him off. she waits till he hobbles off, his figure disappearing from her view.

the leader, a hulking figure with a sneer permanently etched on his face, took a step closer, "the fuck!?? You think you can just tell us what to do!?" he lunged, his fist aimed for her face.

(y/n)'s knuckles tightened. though exhaustion gnawed at her, a surge of righteous anger flooded her. the words were barely out before the leader lunged. the fight was brutal. when is it not?

the female fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal, her small frame a whirlwind of punches and kicks. she landed a brutal blow to the leader's jaw, sending him sprawling. Another received a well-placed knee to the groin, crumpling to the ground in agony

(y/n) unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each one precise and brutal. she had trained for situations like this, and her body moved with honed efficiency. she felt a satisfying crack as she landed a punch on another thug's jaw.

one by one, the men went down, groaning and whimpering. the last punk stood trembling, fear replacing his arrogance. He tried to run, but the (h/c)-ette was too quick. she caught his arm, twisted it behind his back, and forced him to kneel.

"never. mess. with. someone. smaller. than. YOU!!" she growled, her voice hoarse with exertion, shoving him to the floor as he looks up at her with horror and anger, clenching his jaw.

the (h/c)-ette was exhausted, her body burning with the exertion. she leans against the wall, breathless and sweating. Just as when she thought she taught them a lesson...it just got profoundly worse..

there were more. they seemed to materialize from the alleys, a relentless tide of aggression. (y/n) was fueled by adrenaline and frustration but she fought on. However, her exhaustion was catching up with her. her blows lost their force, her movements grew sluggish.

just as she felt her defenses crumble, a new sound cut through the air - the sharp, rhythmic clack of boots against pavement. a familiar group of boys, their faces hardened by a mixture of concern and simmering rage, burst into the fray.

"(y/n)!!" boomed a voice, its timbre laced with steel. it was sakura! the monochrome male glares at the men, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "what the fuck do you punks think you're doing!?" his fists were clenched.

the thugs, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of this new force, hesitated. But it was too late. the newcomers, known as Bofurin - suo, sakura, sugishita, tsuguera, and kiryu - were already moving. nirei stays back beside the tired female, making sure she was okay.

sakura charges. He was a whirlwind of speed as he disarmed a thug with a swift kick, a weapon clattering to the ground. sugishita, a brute in his own way, held two attackers at bay with effortless strength. kaji, the candy sucker, aggressively punches the men. kiryu, the pink headed male, kept the remaining thugs at bay, his peridot hues cold. suo, was a mastermind in his own right, flipping the thugs over with his hands.

(y/n) gawks at them as nirei tentatively holds her arm. she watches in awe as the Bofurin boys turned the tide, their movements fluid and efficient. The thugs, outmatched and outmaneuvered, fled into the darkness, leaving a trail of whimpers and groans.

silence descended, broken only by the ragged sound of (y/n)'s breathing. she looked at the Bofurin boys, her gratitude overflowing.

"you okay?" kiryu asks, his voice gentle as checks her for wounds.

(y/n) smiles tiredly, "yeah,'i'm okay, just a little tired. i literally came from a shift just now and i'm drained..!" stupid punks, how dare they kill my me-time!

"eh!?? tired?! but you practically took down a whole street gang!" nirei exclaims, his eyes wide with admiration, making the female blush.

"mhm, you were amazing, (y/n)." kiryu charmingly smiles at her, although he wanted to teach those guys a lesson even more...the others internally thought the same..—

the other boys chimed in, their voices a chorus of praise and concern. (y/n) was overwhelmed. she'd been in many fights, but never had she been surrounded by so much support and admiration.

"...look, i'm glad you guys came, but I got this," (y/n) says, trying to deflect their praise as her face flushes at their attention on her.

the Bofurin boys, however, were not swayed. they saw what she'd done, and they weren't about to let her downplay her victory. they knew she was tough, but they also knew she was one of their own, and they would protect her, even if she didn't want it.

"...how did you even know where i was?? makochi is not that small despite being a town.."

the bofurin boys exchange glances. truthfully, it was the old man she had saved that told them. they were on patrol and stumbled upon him. he recognizes them immediately and came to them in a frantic manner while pointing in the direction where the (h/c)-ette was.

of course, they didn't know it was (y/n), they simply thought it was another girl in trouble and rushed to the scene only to be greeted by the sight of their female friend fighting alone...

"ah, the old man told us you were in trouble." suo smiles handsomely at her, hands behind his back.

(y/n) 'ooh'ed'.

that night, as the (h/c)-ette sat with the Bofurin boys in her usual spot at the ramen shop, she realized something had shifted. she wasn't just a girl who could fight. she was one of them, a fighter with a heart of gold, and a team of dedicated friends ready to fight by her side.

ENJOY!!!!