Requested by: One of my best friends because he is a pretty fucking cool dood

*Okuyasu is pretty cute ngl

No-one's P.O.V.

Y/n L/n. A quirky and yet cool character. Ever since she was younger, she lived a life of danger, and continued to do so. That's what made her so interesting to Okuyasu. And yet, he had never met her, only hearing these stories from his brother.

But today was the day, the day he would finally meet this stranger. Him, along with Josuke, Koichi and Yakuko waited in his house. "So, Okuyasu, when's this chick coming?" Josuke asked, obviously irritated.

"Just wait, she comes by around this time." Okuyasu said, peeking through the curtains, slightly frustrated and questioning if he was even right about the time. He huffed, closing the curtain and turning to them just before there was a knock on the door.

Everyone went silent. Okuyasu turned back around, stepping towards the door since he was closest. He whipped his head to the others, pointing to the door as if saying; "Should I answer?"

"Keicho! My arm's bleeding up here!" The girl called out from outside.

With hesitation, Okuyasu slowly reached his hand on the door, Turning the doorknob and opening it, revealing the girl standing on the porch.

Her face looked pained slightly as she had one hand gripping tightly onto her other arm, which was bleeding from the cut. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the boy, and she tilted her head. "You're not Keicho."

Ignoring her obvious pain and confusion, his face burned a bright, burning red, noticing each detail about the girl in front of him. 'H/c, H/l hair! Her skin looks so soft, like silk! And goddamn her eyes!' "Hey! She's bleeding!"

Josuke rushed the girl in, pushing Okuyasu aside and bringing her to the couch. He knelt in front of the girl, Crazy Diamond appearing from behind. "Where exactly is it hurting?" He asked. The girl lowered her hand off the wounding, showing the open, large slice on her arm.

"Dora!" Crazy Diamond then went in to punch, but as soon as the punch landed, the blood from the wound began trailing back up, the slice closing up like a book. The only thing left was a scar, trailing around her arm. The girl looked at it and smirked. "Cool, another one to the collection."

After Crazy Diamond disappeared again, they all eyed the girl curiously. Koichi approached her with a small grin. "Hi, I'm Koichi. This is Josuke, who healed you. The girl is Yukako, and that's Okuyasu." He said. The girl smiled at him. "I'm Y/n... Hey, you guys know who Keicho is?"

Okuyasu's gaze faltered slightly, leaving the air silent. Catching on, she nodded. "Oh, sorry for mentioning him." "Yeah, no problem. But, who are you?" He asked.

The girl stood up from the couch, walking over to him with her hand up to shake. "I'm Y/n. A friend of Keicho- wait. You're Okuyasu, yeah?" She asked, her eyes widening and making him blush at how cute she looked.

"U-Uh... yeah. Why?" He answered. The girl gasped, enveloping him in her grasp as she squealed with joy. "Oh god! I've heard about you from Keicho! You wouldn't believe how much he talks about you!" She yelled, nuzzling him relentless and making his face burn with blush. The others giggled at the scene, trying to keep in their laughter as he tried to keep cool.

After a few more hours of talking and chatting, Y/n declared it time to leave, she was about to head out the door when a hand caught onto her arm. She turned around and was met with a very awkward Okuyasu. "Hey, I uh... wanted to ask if you want to hang out again...?" He asked, smiling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/n smiled, chuckling lightly. "Haha, sure. I'll drop by sometime. By the way, Oku, you're pretty cool." She remarked before leaving the house.

The boy stood at the door, his face now filled with astonishment and a grin. Josuke placed a hand on his shoulder, grinning with pride at the boy. "Hey, Okuyasu! You got a crush! A really cool one, too!"

Okuyasu didn't look at the pompadour boy, but nodded anyway. "Yeah, I guess so."

This was kinda sloppy too but I can't go back now

-L o f i