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Daichi x Reader | Escape

u know when like u only meant for something to be like 700 words and then it ends up being nearly like 3x longer than u meant lol thats what happened here.... all i gotta say is that daichi on a motorcycle is such a hc that i hope one day becomes canon.... but lol prob not anYWAYs DONT u all wish you had someone as dependable as him also lol i feel like i shouldve referred to him as sawamura but like... no one calls him that so idk lol

daichi x reader

word count: 2101

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You had always listened to what your parents asked you to do. No questions asked. No ifs, ands, or buts. All in the chance that they’d let you decide what you would want for your future. And yet here you were sitting in a high-end restaurant waiting to meet a possible marriage partner. Your parents claimed that this was only organized because you never seemed interested in dating anyone. Which was true, but it was only because they had forbidden you from dating anyone while you were attending university. Even in the off chance that you fell for someone, you knew they’d never approve.

You sighed, sitting in the chair next to your mother. Maybe this is what you get for never standing up for anything you’ve ever wanted. When your plausible marriage partner and his father joined you at the table, you gave a fake smile and bowed.

Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe your parents knew you well enough to suggest good suitors. When the waiter came over to take your orders, you were first. He followed up with his order. When the waiter repeated the order to all of you at the table, he forgot to list the drink of your date. Your date immediately went off on the waiter and reprimanded him. All your hopes of him being a possible candidate just went down the drain.

While the three of them were talking you could feel yourself getting bored from their bland conversations about the weather. You couldn’t help but be upset at how your parents would think that this kind of thing would ever pique your interest. In the midst of the conversation, you excused yourself from the table to go to the restroom. If you had to hear any more conversations about the marriage candidate’s pretentious bragging, you thought you’d pass out right there. When you left the bathroom, from around the corner, you could hear the man’s father say, “Your child seems like they’d be a good partner. They don’t talk much and seem pretty obedient.

Your mother chuckled, “We hope we raised them well.”

You could feel the blood inside of you boil. That was it. That was the final straw. You had enough of listening to what they thought was best for you. You slowly walked towards the back exit of the restaurant. You needed to do anything to get you out of there.

You found yourself in the hallway of the mall. The first thing you needed to do was get off this floor and fast. It’d probably only be a matter of minutes before you mother realized that you weren’t coming back. You approached the elevator, and when it opened, you saw another person already inside the elevator. He looked at you and smiled. He had short black hair, broad shoulders, and tan skin. He wore a black leather jacket and a plain white shirt underneath and carried a motorcycle helmet. He smiled at you and asked, “Which floor?”

Without looking at the floor buttons, you just said, “The same one.”

He noticed that you seemed a little anxious and asked you, “Is everything alright?”

You jumped a little and attempted to give a smile, “Huh? Yeah, everything is fine.”

The man decided not to press on the conversation, and the two of you ended up at the parking garage below the mall. The man walked towards the motorcycles parked near the elevator, and you hesitantly looked around, unsure where to go or even what to do. All your things were still in the restaurant including your wallet and your phone. Maybe your plan wasn’t as well thought out as you realized. You figured that you should probably head back to the restaurant in the chance that they hadn’t notice that you’d been gone for so long. You turned around, only to see the other elevator had opened, revealing your mother. She yelled your name, demanding you head back to the restaurant. Your eyes went wide, and you instinctually ran in the opposite direction. You heard the roar of an engine and within moments, the man from the elevator was on his motorcycle holding his helmet out for you, “Get on!”

You were shocked from his sudden appearance and breathed, “B-but I don’t know you.”

“My name is Sawamura Daichi, and I go to Y University! Is that good enough?” he replied.

You were brought back to your senses and looked behind you at your mother who was quickly approaching. You grabbed the helmet from the man and hopped onto the back of the man’s motorcycle. He commanded, “Hold on tight.”

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his torso, but as soon as he twisted the throttle, you tightened your grip around his upper body.

It was your first time riding a motorcycle, and it was faster than you had expected. As soon as he started moving the vehicle, you closed your eyes and held onto the person in front of you as tight as you could. Daichi laughed, “You can loosen up a bit, we're at a stoplight.”

You hadn’t even realized that the motorcycle had stopped. You sighed, “Right, sorry.”

However, as soon as the stoplight turned green, you had tightened your grip on Daichi once again. You managed to keep your eyes open, and you looked at the all the glistening lights around you. It was already night time, and all the buildings turned on their neon signs and lights. This wasn’t a new sight for you, but it felt so different being on the back of a motorcycle... It felt free.

When Daichi finally parked the motorcycle, he helped you get off the bike. Your legs were shaky from the adrenaline that was still pumping through your body. You weren’t sure if it was from riding on the motorcycle or running away from your mother, but you concluded it was both. You took off the helmet and thanked Daichi. Before you could say anything else, he asked, “You hungry?”

He pointed to a ramen stall across the street from where he parked, but you politely declined, “It’s alright. I don’t have my wallet, and I’m not really that hungry.”

Your stomach, on the other hand, grumbled… loudly. Daichi chuckled, “C’mon. It’ll be my treat.”

You followed him into the quaint food stall and sat down on one of the bar stools. The chef clearly recognized Daichi because he asked, “Your normal order?”

Daichi grinned and nodded, “Yes, please, but make it two shoyu ramens this time and one beer as well.”

“Coming right up.” the chef replied.

You looked at Daichi and said, “Are you sure you should drink if you’re going to be driving your motorcycle?”

Daichi gave a hearty laugh, “The beer isn’t for me. It’s for you. It seems like you need something to help you relax a little.”

You gave a sheepish smile, “Thank you. I promise I’ll pay you back!”

“Don’t mind.” Daichi replied.

The food was soon served, and you could feel yourself salivating at the smell. As soon as you broke your chopsticks apart, you dug right in. You burnt your tongue and yelped, “Ow!”

Daichi laughed at you, “Try blowing before you bite.”

He passed you the beer you ordered, and you gulped down some of the cold beverage. Your attention went back to your bowl of soup. As soon as you finished your noodles, you chugged the rest of your beer. Daichi was still eating his ramen when you placed your mug back onto the counter. He laughed, “And you tried to tell me you weren’t hungry.”

You could feel the beer having its effect on you, and you grinned, “I was just trying to be polite!”

He noticed your change in attitude and was glad that you were finally starting to relax a little. You sighed and propped your head on your hand, “I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve ever rebelled against my parents, and I just had to do the most extreme thing in the world.”

Daichi looked at you, confused at what you were saying, “You just rebelled now? Have you just been a filial child your whole life?”

“So filial that when I went to the bathroom at a marriage meeting, the father of my ‘potential husband’ called me ‘obedient’ and ‘quiet.’” You sighed.

“’Marriage meetings?’ Daichi repeated, “I didn’t even know they had those things for normal people anymore.”

“Sadly, my parents aren’t normal people.” You nodded and continued with your story, “You know what the worst part was? My mother agreed with him and said those qualities about me were how they raised me to be! It made me realize that she doesn’t know me at all.” You paused for a moment, “But maybe that was my fault. If I just had the courage to stand up for what I wanted at least once before today, I might’ve not ended up in this situation.”

Daichi crossed his arms and thought for a moment, “But you understand that now, don’t you? I think as long as long as realize your faults, then you still have a chance.”

You looked at him, “Do you really think so?”

Daichi chuckled, “I think the moment that you stop developing as a person is when you’re really hopeless.”

You repeated, “‘Developing as a person.’’

You gave yourself a moment to think and scowled, “You’re saying I should go back to my parents and talk to them, huh?”

“I wasn’t really aiming for that,” he laughed, “but if it’s what’s in your gut feeling, then yes. You should do it.”

You sighed, “I know.”

“Well, you don’t have to go back right away.” He chuckled, “There’s something I wanna show you that I think would make you feel better.”

Daichi put some money on the counter of the ramen stall and got up. You followed after him. He passed you his helmet to put on, and you asked, “Where are we going?”

Daichi grinned, “Just get on.”

This time around, you were much more comfortable riding behind Daichi. You were still amazed looking around at all the city lights, however after some time, you noticed that the lights were becoming less and less. Daichi parked the motorcycle, and you took off your helmet. You jokingly asked, “You’re not trying to murder me right?”

Daichi rolled his eyes and walked ahead of you, “Just follow me.”

You followed him down a path that trailed to one of the prettiest views of the skyline you had seen. You nearly gasped at the view. You asked, “How’d you find out about this place?”

“I just found it randomly one day while riding my bike.” He answered, “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“Why’d you bring me here?” you asked him, still admiring at the view.

He looked at you and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, “It seemed like you needed some encouragement before facing your parents. It’s not much, but I hope it helps.”

You beamed at Daichi, “I feel like I can face the world after seeing this!”

After some time, the two of you decided it was a good time for the two of you to go back. You gave him your address to drop him off at your house.

When he reached the address, Daichi was shocked at the size of it. It was huge and was guarded with a large gate all around it. His mouth was agape, “This is where you live?”

You took his helmet off your head, “I mentioned earlier that my parents weren’t normal people.”

“I didn’t realize that this is what you meant.” He chuckled.

“Can I see your phone for a second?” you asked him.

He dug his phone from out of his pocket and passed it to you. In his notes, you typed something down and gave it to him and smiled, “I put in my number. You can text me if you’d like.”

He grabbed his phone from you and joked, “Should I call the police if I don’t get a response?”

“Maybe not the police, but you’re free to come and do a wellness check.” You grinned.

Daichi smirked, “I really wish the best for you.”

“I’d love to tell you about it the next time I see you. Does shoyu ramen again sound good?” you asked nervously.

Daichi grinned, “Sounds amazing.”

He put his helmet on his head. You waved at him as he drove away and smiled to yourself. Things may have started out pretty terrible, but something—or rather someone-- made it a day you wouldn’t trade for anything.

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