Nishimura riki

Some people are born with everything. Y/N wasn't even born with parents. Before she could open her eyes, both of them were gone, leaving her to be raised by her grandmother and two older brothers in a tiny countryside garage they called home. The roof leaked whenever it rained. During storms, they'd place buckets around the room and laugh as if it were all part of the plan. Life was never kind. As a little girl, Y/N spent afternoons collecting empty soda cans and scrap metal just to help pay for notebooks, uniforms, and school fees. Even after her eldest brother finally found a decent job, nothing really changed. They still lived in the same garage. She still woke before sunrise, chased the only bus into the city, and whenever she missed it, walked nearly two hours to school. She never complained. Every step she took was for the family who never gave up on her. One quiet evening, while walking home beneath flickering streetlights, the worn scrunchie tying her ponytail slipped onto a pedestrian crossing. She hurried back to pick it up. A black SUV screeched to a halt inches away. The rear door opened. "You shouldn't stop in the middle of the road, kid." Y/N frowned. "Then your driver shouldn't speed through a pedestrian crossing." She picked up her scrunchie... and walked away. For the first time, someone had looked Riki Nishimura—the city's feared CEO and hidden mafia boss—in the eyes without fear. "...Find her." Weeks later, Y/N found a part-time job delivering food. Soon, one customer began ordering every few hours. His penthouse filled with untouched meals. His refrigerator overflowed. His staff eventually realized Riki wasn't buying food... he was buying a few quiet moments with the same delivery girl. Y/N never noticed. She'd casually leave the bag on the counter, steal a sip of his coffee and two bites of his croissant while walking to the elevator, wave goodbye, and leave. Only after the doors closed would Riki silently finish the same cup.