𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

37: Gathering Allies

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tensions are high in the halls of Bofurin High as (y/n) visited earlier. the boys were doing more patrol around the town and the murmurs of the upcoming fight has everyone; including umemiya and sakura, on edge.

Understanding that strength often lies in unlikely alliances, (y/n) decides to embark on a mission. her destination: keisei street, the bustling heart of the city and workplace of suzuri, a growing chef with a past entangled with bofurin.

once enemies on opposite sides of a fierce rivalry, now, however, a fragile friendship blossoms between them, forged in the fires of mutual respect and understanding.

(y/n) did not tell anyone where she was going, not like she was obligated to or anything.

keisei street is still a bustling hub of activity and life, where aromas of spices and sizzling oil filled the air followed by entertainment on the streets and pubs. There was a vibrant tapestry of street vendors and bustling crowds. the scent of sizzling noodles and grilling meat filling the air. (y/n) weaves through the throng of people, her eyes scanning the restaurant signs.

the rhythmic clang of a cleaver against a wooden cutting board filled the air as (y/n) spotted suzuri in the crowded keisei street food stall. she watches quietly as he meticulously chopped vegetables under the helpful gazes of his fellow woks and chefs, his hands are a whirlwind of controlled motion, his choppy bangs falling into his eyes.

she took a deep breath, pushes the flap and slid inside, the familiar clang of the bell announcing her arrival as she presses on it. suzuri glanced up, his normally stoic expression softening slightly upon seeing her.

"(y/n)," he greeted, wiping his hands on his apron, "didn't expect to see you here. are you hungry?" he asks.

"hey, string bean!" the female greets back with a wave of her hand, her voice cutting through the noise, "no time for food, unfortunately." she looks sad as she gazes at delicious meals...food...—

suzuri didn't even flinch at the nickname, continuing his rhythmic chopping as he chuckles, "you know," he says, his voice calm and measured, "if you keep calling me that, I'm going to start calling you 'Tiny Terror.'" He finally looked up, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) grins, unfazed, "touché. But enough with the nicknames, I need your help." she looks at him with a solemn expression.

suzuri raised an eyebrow, setting down the cleaver, "help? with what? This must be serious," he gestures to a small table in the corner as he tells his co-workers he needs fifteen minutes, "alright, have a seat." The two sat opposite each other.

As (y/n) settled onto the wooden chair, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. The last time she saw suzuri, he was on the opposing side, involved in a plot to kidnap her. Now, here she was, asking for his help. she hated involving others into her friends problems but she knew umemiya and the others wouldn't dare ask any of them to help, wanting to handle it on their own.

the (h/c)-ette bit her lip, unsure where to start but she decided to come right out with it, "it's furin," she notices suzuri sit up a bit at the mention of the school, "there's an upcoming fight, you see," she began, twisting her hands in her lap, "noroshi declared war on Bofurin."

(y/n)'s usual bubbly demeanor fading as she recounted the news of the war declaration from noroshi against bofurin, "i have a strange feeling that they're gonna be completely outnumbered, suzuri. It's going to be a bloodbath. Bofurin...they're good, but they won't stand a chance alone."

suzuri listened patiently, his expression thoughtful. when she finished, he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "so the wolves are finally baring their fangs, huh? I figured this day would come."