Kengan Ashura x male reader

Hell's Angel

(Y/n):Jeez, he's also really loud.

Kazuo quickly walked up to him and tried to usher him out of the doorway

Kazuo:y-you shouldn't be here! P-Please leave quickly!

(Y/n):eh? Why's that?

Kazuo:how did you even get in here? There's security out front and you don't have a guest badge.

(Y/n):huh? Oh those guys?

In the main lobby, 4 bloody security guards were lying on the ground out cold

(Y/n):they're alive. Why?

Supervisor:EXCUSE ME! IF YOU DON'T LEAVE NOW I'M CALLING THE POLICE!

(Y/n):eh? Alright.

He stood upright and turned around

(Y/n):Kazuo Yamashita, let's get food.

He started walking away as Kazuo started sweating profusely

Kazuo:*I-I wish he would've at least texted me...*

He sheepishly walked after the fighter as his supervisor looked like he was about to blow a gasket

Supervisor:KAZUO YAMASHITA! I AM NOT DONE WITH YOU!!!

(Y/n) stopped and looked over his shoulder

The supervisor ran into his doorway as he met (y/n)'s gaze

Supervisor:*t-those eyes...*

His legs started trembling and then gave out from under him as (y/n) slowly walked over and knelt down in front of the supervisor

(Y/n):do we have a problem?

Supervisor:*wh-why does it feel like...HIS HANDS ARE AROUND MY NECK?!*

The eyes are the window to the soul, in the eyes of this martial artist...is violence itself!

The supervisor started stammering as he tried to catch his breath

Supervisor:N-N-N-N...no...

(Y/n) stood up like nothing happened and walked past Kazuo

(Y/n):Alright, let's go.

Kazuo was sweating profusely as he followed after (y/n)

Kazuo:*th-this man will be the death of me! It's like he has no social anxiety whatsoever!*

Male coworker:you think he's a bodyguard for Mr.Nogi or something?

Male coworker:you gotta hand it to Mr.Yamashita, he's in his 50's but still climbing the corporate ladder.

Just before they reached the door, one of Kazuo's female coworkers stepped in front of the door, she was a fairly attractive Japanese woman in her mid 20's by the look of her

Female coworker:excuse me...I was wondering if I could get your number?

She held out her smart phone shyly to (y/n)