could you fuck off? thanks. at least you have ears.
furin boys (suo, sakura, kaji) x harsh!reader
***
suo literally freezes in place for a moment when he hears you for the first time. he, sakura and nirei were just approaching the pothos because they heard some commotion.
“are you stupid or do you have a lack of brain cells? i think it's both. she already told you to fuck off. do you think you're worthy of her telling you twice?”
he couldn't see you because you were blocked by the wide backs of some guys, but could hear your voice very well. firm and confident. not loud enough to be mistaken for a shout, but not quiet either.
they immediately rush to you without the second thought.
tachibana, with bags in her hands and her lips pressed together in irritation, stood behind you while you covered her from some thugs twice your size.
now suo sees your face — confident, without a drop of fear. your eyebrows are furrowed and your palms are clenched tightly into fists.
“what, has the cat got your tongues? great. don't ever open your fucking mouths again and the world will be a better place.”
your voice doesn't waver. the guys' faces stretch out in confusion. a couple seconds later, the boldest of them says something and reaches out to punch you.
you didn't flinch. just moved closer to kotoha and clenched your jaw as tightly as you could. the determination in your eyes never wavered.
his fist never reached your face.
it bumps into the palm of suo's hand, and he deftly redirects the blow. in that very moment, sakura smashes his fist into the guy's face.
less than two minutes later, these guys are lying on the pavement, moaning in pain.
a concerned nirei runs up to you and asks, “are you hurt?”
suo hurries to turn around and walk over to you as well. sakura follows behind him, scratching his neck lazily.
“it's fine,” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “we could've handled this ourselves, but you were really cool! thanks!”
you smile softly. your face brightens.
suo feels as if the sun itself has come down, shining its rays on them. strangely, it doesn't hurt him at all — the light doesn't burn like it did a few minutes ago.
the three boys freeze when they see you smile and nod gratefully. just a moment ago you looked like you were ready to roast those guys alive, but now... now it's completely different.
haruka lets out a strange half-sigh and blushes thickly.
“th-the-they... they were just standing there and blocking our way, that's all!”
“it would be a huge shame if such a beautiful face got hurt,” suo replies with his usual smile, and you look a little surprised at first. then your eyes squint interestedly.
“ugly people get punched in the face. i like it.”
you walk away soon, leaving behind the scent of your perfume and the warmth that graces hayato's chest. his attentive gaze follows your back until you disappear around the corner.
again. he wants to hear from you again.
something in him explodes with pleasure as he replays in his head how ruthless you were to those guys yet how sweetly you smiled at him.
***
sakura couldn't get your words out of his head. how could you not be afraid? you looked so small and fragile, and, not that he was looking at you or anything, you were a bit, just a bit pretty. your smile turned his insides upside down, shook it as hard as it could, and brought everything back to normal as if nothing ever happened.
before you left, you swept your gaze over him, and he frantically caught it, not understanding why it was so hard for him to stop looking.
all day after that, he tries to convince himself that he's not thinking about you. that he doesn't remember the sparkle in your eyes, or how beautiful you seemed as you bravely covered tachibana.
a week later, sakura has the chance to see you again. he's walking home from school, tired and looking down at his feet. but something makes him look up as he passes you.
you weren't alone, but apparently not by choice. in one hand, you held your small purse; in the other, you held an unfinished ice cream cone.
“i already said it once. even dogs understand the word 'no' the first time. when did men get so far down the evolutionary ladder?”
the guy in front of you opens his mouth and immediately slams it shut. you stare down at him, despite being shorter.
haruka's breathless. you seem so... so... unattainable. perfect. strong.
untouchable.
he stops, but his tongue won't obey him enough to call out to you.
“i just asked for your number. since when did girls become bitches like you?”
sakura realized from the start that if someone give you an inch, you will take a mile.
but he still can't be anything but astonished when he becomes the witness of how you slap a guy across the cheek with your bag and throw your ice cream cone in his face without blinking an eye. then you elegantly flip your hair behind your back and walk away without looking around.
his eyes widen in surprise, and he unconsciously recoils — it's unclear whether from fear, awe, or admiration.
all he can hear is the sound of your heels and your disappointed muttering.
“that was my favorite flavor... well, it almost melted while i was talking to him anyway.”
haruka convinces himself that if his cheeks are blushing, it's...
it's because it's hot today.
and if his knees are a little, just a little bit weak...
it's just because, uh.
uh...
whatever.
***
it's not surprising, but ren kaji is the one who doesn't blow up immediately after you reply in your rude manner.
you've been arguing a lot for no reason at all. it just started out as him sullenly saying something without thinking, and you're not the shy type, responding even more sharply.
your disputes never went very far. most often, his friends would shove a lollipop in his mouth and forcibly plug in his headphones, smiling apologetically at you.
kaji wouldn't admit it to any living soul — in fact, he couldn't even admit it to himself — but he enjoyed arguing with you. he liked that you could hold your own in an argument. he liked that you weren't afraid. you always acted like you had nine more lives besides this one, but you weren't foolish. that was attractive.
he liked the way your cheeks flamed when you answered him fiercely, he liked the way your hair fell beautifully over your face, he liked the way you grabbed his arm or his shoulders when you were trying to prove something.
he never fought back or pulled away when you got too close without noticing it, even though he could.
he liked the way you licked your lips before speaking. he liked the way you bit your lower lip while thinking about your answer.
maybe he was charmed by you. captivated.
just in a very, very small way.
it's not like he thinks about kissing you every time he sees you. absolutely not.
“you've been hanging out with the first-years a lot.”
“what? miss me?”
the lollipop crunches in his mouth as he clenches his jaws.
“dream on. my life is easier without you around.”
“i thought you liked making your life harder on yourself.”
“i do,” he thinks, barely keeping from saying it.
you look at him like you already know everything. like you can see right through him.
your gaze freezes under his skin. he rolls his eyes.
sometimes you're so impossible.
