What If: You were Shingen and Shintaro's older sister (masterlist)
Main Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character
<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>
featuring: Shingen Yamazaki, Gapryong Kim
Trigger Warnings: discussion of child marriage
Author's Note: I'll upload a photo of the Yamazaki statue once Webtoon releases chapter 610. It's one of those things that you gotta see for yourself to truly...understand LOL
You were in your room in the abandoned wing of the Yamazaki estate, trying to fit as much as you can in the luggage bag you bought from a thrift store, when someone came for a visit.
"Onee-chan, are you really leaving?"
"Staying here means getting married and I'd rather take my chances with the sharks than a man willing to marry a girl half his age."[1]
"But… but it'll only be for a while! You just need to bear with it until I become the new leader—I'll help you get divorced and—"
"Shingen."
Your brother flinched. You only ever called him "Gen-chan," unless you were super angry.
You breathed out before giving him a small smile. "You'll understand when you're older."
"I'm sorry, nee-chan."
"You have nothing to be sorry about, silly." You knelt down so you two were at eye level. "This is just the kind of life we were born into. We can't choose our families, but we can choose our future. No matter what anyone says, you are more than just the next leader. Remember that, okay?"
"C-can't you take us with you?"
"Oh, Gen-chan." You thumbed away his tears. "You know that if I could fit you, Shintaro and Hinako[2] in my bag, I would."
"Will we ever see you again?"
"…"
"Nee-chan?"
You put your hand on his head. "Do you remember my favorite poem from the Hyakunin Isshu?" [3]
Shingen opened his eyes. Instinctively, he reached out to his left, where the elderly Hinako lay in her own bed. The dog awoke at his petting and scooched over to rest her chin on his stomach.
He couldn't remember the last time he dreamed of you.
Was it a sign from the heavens?
Your ghost?
The current Yamazaki leader scowled and sat up straight, earning a whine of annoyance from the startled Hinako.
No, I shouldn't think like that, he scolded himself.
You were alive. He can feel it.
You were probably upset with him for not protecting you, that's why neither he nor Shintaro received any letters. You were hiding on purpose.
That's okay. He'll get on his hands and knees if he has to.
He already finished cleaning up here. All that's left is to apologize and bring you back home, where you rightfully belonged.
But before that, he had to find you.
Today was your day off and out of curiosity, you decided to see the Yamazaki statue for yourself. [4]
Four men stood atop the gargantuan, circular platform. The first man was in uniform, accompanied by an adorable Akita by his feet. The second man wore a montsuki[5] and carried a needlessly long sword. The third man boasted a Western-style suit.
It was about as self-aggrandizing as you expected, especially the gigantic asshole behind the three. (Literally gigantic—all of these statues were fifty times bigger than an average person.) The fourth figure, who you assumed to be the boss, was positioned higher than the others. His short hair was slicked back, his face serious and contemplative as he gazed into the distance. He also wore a montsuki, two swords hung from his obi.[6] "This is a man to be feared." That's probably what the sculptor had in mind.
However, no matter how much you stared at the statue, you did not feel one bit scared. You were cold though.
Just as you cursed yourself for not wearing something thicker than the sweater Minseon knitted for you, a familiar weight fell over your shoulders. It was Gapryong's leather jacket.
"I wish I were that statue—" he slid towards your side, grinning cheekily "—and have noona stare at me all day."
Gapryong: (๑ > •̀ ๑)
You: (ㆆᴗㆆ)
You: (─ ᴗ ─)
"I bet you say that to all the girls when there's a statue, you playboy." You attacked his cheeks with your index fingers.
"Oho—you caught me!" He chuckled, not bothering to stop your poking.
"Be careful, Gapryong. If more girls fall for you, then you'll have to stop seeing me."
He stopped laughing and held your hands, expression serious for once. "That will never happen."
You blinked, then you pulled back your arms. "Didn't you just have a break up? Why are you here?"
"It wasn't a break up."
"Your girlfriend slapped you in a room full of people. That's a break up if I ever saw one." Last night wasn't the only time. Gapryong got slapped a lot. After every incident, you offered him ice—to which he would pout until you personally pressed it to his face.
You would always tell him to stop fooling around so he wouldn't get hated by his girlfriend, but he would always say the same thing:
"She wasn't my girlfriend. I told her that we're only together to have fun. Guess she was hoping I'd change my mind."
"If you say so."
You stared at him.
"…you're making me blush, noona. You have something to say?"
"I was thinking, maybe the reason you can't keep a girlfriend—or whatever you call them—is because of me."
"!!!"
"So I was thinking…"
Gapryong took a big gulp. Is this it? Is noona actually—
"Maybe we should cut back on our time together."
"…?"
"You and I have been each other's family since we were kids, but it's not like we're blood-related. Outsiders can easily mistake our relationship to be… less than innocent. It must be hard for your girlfr—er, for those girls to see you spend so much time with a random woman."
"…y-you've been thinking about this a lot, huh."
"Yeah, but funnily enough, now that I've said it out loud, I feel kinda sad. It's hard to let go—" you gave him a self-deprecating smile "—because I think I like having you all to myself."
Gapryong bit his lower lip. He felt like crying.
He then reached for your hands again. "Noona, I—"
"You're freezing!—hold on." You gently shook him off and fished inside your purse.
You handed him a small, flat box wrapped with a pale blue ribbon. "Here."
"This is…"
"Girls don't like guys with cold hands."
Gapryong stared at the gloves. Leather gloves. His name was stitched onto both of them. No way these were cheap.
"Okay, so leather isn't great for keeping you warm, but I figured you preferred it over wool mittens. Besides, you think I don't know about the trouble you keep getting into? Leather's perfect for protecting your hands when punching—"
"…them."
"Hm?"
"I'm never using them—I'll store these gloves in a safe and treat them as an heirloom."
"Are you nuts? The whole point is for you to wear them!"
"They're mine now so I get to decide how to use them!"
"It isn't 'using them' if you're not wearing them, idiot. Hand those over!"
"No!"
"Gapryong!" You snatched the box from his grip—though you knew it was only because he let you. "I swear, you act like such a kid sometimes. Come on."
You motioned for his hands and he obediently complied.
"There!"
Both gloves fit like, well, a glove.
Hands still connected, you swung your arms with his while you admired your gift. "I was worried they'd be too small." You raised your head, face beaming with pride. "But they're fine, right?"
"Don't worry." Gapryong mirrored your smile and squeezed your fingers. "They're perfect."
[1] I can't remember if I gave an age bracket for the Pre-Gen cast, but let's not overthink it. Onee-san/Noona is older and that's all that matters XD
[2] Hinako. This is the name of Noona's beloved dog. I was debating whether or not to give her a funny food-based name like Nugget the Goldfish, but I recently played Silent Hill f so Hinako it is.
[3] Hyakunin Isshu: Japanese. A collection of 100 poems by 100 poets.
I'll leave Noona's favorite poem as a secret for now. But I'm pretty sure some of you already know what it is wahaha
[4] If you're up to date with Lookism then you know which statue I'm talking about. Once Webtoon releases the chapter, I'll link it here.
lolol our baby brother has one hell of an ego. I can't wait to crush it.
[5] Montsuki. Japanese traditional menswear. See here for more details: https://korokai.com/blogs/japanese-fashion/traditional-japanese-clothing-for-men?srsltid=AfmBOorHdIyTEcxN-0xbnn7sQbFnHEIgFFHaZ9z-WdUvIpJmR0Y2eVhR
[6] Obi. Japanese. Belt/sash used to secure a kimono, etc.
a/n: in fairness, kinilig ako. Gapryong, you damn charming bastard, you actually got me to like you lolol
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Every morning, Saturo joins you on your walk to school. Being an angryhead, you ask why with the attitude and tone. "Woah, better watch out with that attitude, Santa's Elf," he warned with a devilish grin, making you pissed, which resulted in a light punch to his bicep. He gasped, "well aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" his hand massaged the part you punched him as if it hurt.
"Shut up!" you yelled, "why are you more obnoxious than before?" a groan came out of your mouth, you crossed your arms and looked the other way. He's always been like this: a much taller 'n annoying boy who pisses you off.
He went silent, but because you walked ahead of him, you didn't know why. Just as you finally enjoyed the quiet peace, he cackled. "Have I- HAHAHA- ever told you- heh-" Gojo attempted to compose himself which just made him hold out a laugh, "that that you look and act like a... a tinsy weensy chihuahua whose patience is small than themselves?"
Whoops, Saturo broke his promise to himself and bursted out laughing, pressing his arm against his stomach. You had to ignore him, if you didn't, well he should expect an imprint of your palm on his face by the end of the day. He's such a sadistic jerk, you don't even know why he has so many girls fawning over him, he's just lucky he's attractive– to others, definitely not you!
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Morning passed and it was lunch. Your mom packed a bento box so you stayed inside the classroom. The desk your homeroom adviser placed you was besides the window and the one and only Gojo Saturo. His friends constantly surrounded him whenever there was a break, but for once, he was alone.
You were too focused on your food and diary that you haven't noticed that Saturo moved his desk alongside yours and his vibrant blue eyes placed on you. His chin propped in the back of his left hand, with a smile he greeted, "Eat well, Y/N~"
You heard something and looked besides you, startled by how close he sat next to you. You took off one of your earbud, "Tch, why are you sitting so close, creep?"
"Can't a guy sit next to his pretty cute best friend these days, Y/N?" Gojo's left arm left the surface of his desk to seek a piece of salmon onigiri that was packed in your lunch box. You grimaced, you didn't like anybody touching your food and he knew that.
"Ew," you picked the onigiri and gave it to him. A breathy yey, thank you came out of his mouth before he devoured it, his right arm relaxed as it streched behind your arm chair. "You're so sweet nowadays, what's up?" he questioned, looking at your facial features. Gojo has always found you the most beautiful woman on Earth, that's why he acted as if he was a parent once he found out you had a boyfriend— who later broke up with you because he thought you two had something and he didn't want Gojo threatening him everytime they see each other (after that, you two had an argument.. well you argued most)
"I am not being sweet and nothing's going on. I just don't like people touching my food, especially idiots like you," you rolled your eyes, returning the earbud to your pierced ear. Beabadoobee blasted and the white-haired boy muttered something you couldn't hear like you cared anyway. Finally 'Turo's stopped annoying me, you were relieved and looked out the window.
You lost your appetite, even if you wanted to eat the sliced mangoes, and your best friend noticed it. With a frown, he snatched your phone and stopped the music, "Hey, you should be eating." You shot him a glare, which he was secretly terrified of, and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry but you need to eat, Mrs. L/N cooked you some good stuff."
"I don't want to," and then your eyes went back to the view outside. "Butttt, you need to?" he moved so you could see him. "I'm not hungry, Saturo," you defended yourself.
"If you're not hungry, why is your lunch box out and why haven't you closed it yet?" he gestured towards the pink bento. "I just want to look at it," you reasoned, quickly realizing how stupid it sounded and still refusing to look at him. Gojo sighed, "Fine, I won't force you to eat," he fixed his position, facing the desks with his arms crossed until hiis right hand reached for a slice of mango and put it in his mouth.
A part of you felt guilty and a part of you's angry at him, damn this guy. You were grumpy about the fact he wanted you to eat and you're disappointed that he didn't make any moves to at least TRY to make you eat.
Now he's eating my food, the nerve. I don't know why I'm friends with hi-
Gojo interrupted your thoughts by a sudden kiss. His hand on your jaw as he made you face him. Why is he kissing me? This feels kinda good– wait no, I don't mean that.
Once he pulled out of the kiss, you found the answer to your own question. He transferred a cube piece of mango and he has that innocent grin as if he didn't steal your first kiss. "You idiot!? Why did you-" you realized there were some people inside the classroom, your voice turned down, swallowing the piece, "you forced me."
"Nuh uh, I made you eat. There's a difference between the two, sweetheart," Gojo patted your shoulder before grabbing another piece of mango. He held it up, "Say ahh," knowing you, you'd never allow people to feed you. This is just one of his tactics.
"No!" you cringed, seizing your lunch box away from him and ate. You appreciated Gojo 'cause he cared but WHY did he have to kiss you just so you could take a bite of your lunch?
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✎ : i think i'll add a part two to ts :> i'm sorry, this was bad😭🙏🏼
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