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Title: Cherish Those Who Care Character: Danny Rand A/n: A story in which reader is insecure about her lack of toughness because she’s surrounded by badass warriors 24/7 and danny boi convinces her otherwise.
Danny knocked softly on your apartment door, looking around the empty hallway as he waited for your replay. His foot tapping on the ground to try and help relieve the minor anxiety he had built up over the last couple of days.
You hadn’t been returning his calls or answering his texts. It had been days since you stopped by his office to say hello like you always did when you found time to.
At first, Danny reasoned that you were just busy with your work. He knew you loved what you did, and sometimes you just got caught up with it all.
But then a week almost passed, and he couldn’t help but worry.
“Oh, Danny,” He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t realize you had already answered the door. “What are you doing here?”
Danny tugged on his tie and smiled nervously. “Hey, you’re alright.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Nothing, it’s just,” He said, trying to put together words. “You haven’t been around much lately.”
“Oh, yeah, about that.” You said, looking up at him. “Come on in.”
Danny nodded and came inside, noticing that you had already disappeared into another room. “(Y/n)?”
“Hmm? I’m in here.” Your voice came from the kitchem, when he followed you were pouring something into a mug. “In here.”
“No, chocolate milk,” You said, placing a brown bottle back into the fridge. “I don’t really like coffee.”
Danny found himself smiling fondly at you as he took a seat at one of the kitchen stools. “You know, that’s pretty cute.”
You were about to smile back when your face turned more serious and you pushed the mug away. “About that,” You said, taking a breif pause. “Am I too soft?”
“I just mean, I’m not really the fighting kind of person like Colleen or Claire. I’m not a very intimidating being either.”
Danny’s brows knitted together as he looked at you. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, it’s just, ” You said, your fingers preoccupying themselves by tracing the grain of your counter. “Maybe you should spend less time with me. There’s nothing I can offer you in terms of taking down the Hand or fulfilling your destiny. You should focus more on that.”
“You don’t want to see me anymore?” Danny asked, his voice becoming sad and quiet.
“No! It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just trying to think of what’s best for you.” You told him, suddenly feeling very shy. “And it’s not me.”
Danny was quiet for a moment, a conflicted expression on his face before he turned to look at you.
“When I was in the monastery, the monks there taught me how to read people. Not just their body language or expression, but how to tell what kind of person they are. They said it would help me choose my enemies and my allies.”
Your brows furrowed. “Allies? Bit of a stiff word to call your friends.”
Danny laughed softly, his head slightly shaking. “The monks were pretty ‘stiff’ people, certain emotions or pleasures were considered distractions, and distractions became weaknesses.”
You nodded, you didn’t fully understand the entire thing, but then again, you really didn’t have to.
You looked up at him. “So, am I an ‘ally’ or an enemy?”
Danny smiled, his gazed locked with yours. “When I first saw you, I noticed your eyes right off.”
You felt the corner of your mouth turn upward into a smile while you gave him a curious expression. “Did you?”
He nodded. “They were gentle eyes, kind eyes,” Danny answered before looking down at his hands. “It was a bit hard to look away if I’m being honest.”
You scoffed, leaning backward into your chair. “You’re just saying that.”
“No, really,” Danny said, placing his hand on top of yours. “I was met with all sorts of bizarre looks that day, a lot of uncaring people who just ignored my presence.”
He paused, looking at you to make sure you were listening to what he was saying.
“But you,” He took your hand, his thumb softly brushed against the back of it. “You were the first person to smile at me, genuinely smile. You talked to me, and you listened to what I had to say. There wasn’t a moment where I thought you were judging me, it was just pure kindness of another person. And it meant the world to me.”
You sighed, regardless of feeling humbled by his thoughts, your insecurities were still lingering in the back of your head. “But maybe I’m too soft. Maybe if I was more ‘tough’ I’d actually be more useful to you.”
“In my opinion,” Danny said, his tone nothing but sincere. “It takes a great deal of courage to be soft and kind in a world that is so cruel.”
You felt his grip on your hand tighten for a moment. “And it’s a trait that is rare to find in people.”
He held up in his finger, letting you know that now wasn’t the time for you to argue with him. “So, if you think that you have to be more ‘tough’ to make a difference, I can assure you that you don’t. And I wouldn’t want you to be any other way, because without it, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me.”
You smiled. “I’m sure you would’ve managed without me.”
“I don’t think so,” Danny tilted his head so your eyes would remain on him. “I think I would’ve suffered a lot worse without you. Are you understanding what I’m saying?”
You nodded, having a feeling that words would have betrayed you.
Danny released your hand and opened his arms to you, still sensing your doubt. “Come here.”
You looked at him and slowly went into his arms, holding onto him tightly. “You never answered my question.”
“Am I a friend or an enemy.”
Danny lowered his head and kisses the top of yours. “You mean so much more to me than just a friend.”
This chapter was such a Furuya-Okumura blessing TwT istg…if i wasnt at the bus while reading this, a tear may have dropped…
Im really really happy and moved by Furuya’s words… i still remember back in s1 when he told Miyuki that he never thought of himself as better than Sawa… and now we know how he admires not only his determination but his personality, something i believe he’s not confident enough.
He called him Eijun-gosh im not crying- if im not mistaken there was a part of the guidebook where t-sensei said Furuya calls Haruichi by his name on his mind…cause he’s too shy to do it normally. This means so much to me. I believe Furuya wants to be as open as Sawa, have that confidence he shows when he interacts w/ the team, like a true family.
And the fact that Koushuu answers like this means he knows it. He can feel his pitcher’s insecurities and wants to help him by showing how he can give his best in a way only he can achieve. So precious.
Im so glad this bastard finally realized how stupid he was… but welp
Let’s just enjoy this bootyful rival-friendship ❤❤❤