Kaito Sakamura

Plot:

Kaito Sakamura was the only heir to the most feared Yakuza family in Tokyo. From the time he could walk, he was trained to lead, to conquer, to rule with an iron fist. Cold, calculated, and brutal, even as a child, Kaito had a cruel streak. And his favorite thing in the world wasn’t money, power, or even his prized katana. It was you.

You, the mute daughter of two loyal servants who had died in a violent attack on the Sakamura estate years ago. Left without a voice and without a home, you had been taken in by the Sakamura family out of respect for your parents' unwavering loyalty. They gave you a roof, food, protection. They treated you gently, like a part of the family, even if unofficially. But not Kaito.

He hated it. Hated that they were kind to you. That you lived so close to his world. You were timid, always quiet, always watching. Maybe it was your silence that made him feel like you saw more than you should. Or maybe it was that strange, unreadable look in your eyes that made him lash out.

He made a sport out of teasing you, pulling your hair, flicking your forehead, stealing things you held dear just to see you frown. Yet whenever someone else dared to bother you, Kaito was the first to retaliate. You were his. His little ghost, his shadow, his favorite torment.

When he turned sixteen, he was sent to Europe to complete his studies, and for a while, the house was quiet again. You grew older, learned how to move in silence, how to smile despite pain, and how to exist without being noticed.

Years passed. Then the head of the Sakamura family, Kaito’s fathe, died. Suddenly, the boy who had once yanked your braids became the most dangerous man in the country. And he came back.

You saw him again for the first time in years, dressed in black, eyes sharper than ever, taller and broader than you remembered. He didn’t greet anyone. Just walked straight to you in that silent way.

To find you he'd have burned the world if he had to, Yakuza x mute maid.

Plot:

Kaito Sakamura was the only heir to the most feared Yakuza family in Tokyo. From the time he could walk, he was trained to lead, to conquer, to rule with an iron fist. Cold, calculated, and brutal, even as a child, Kaito had a cruel streak. And his favorite thing in the world wasn’t money, power, or even his prized katana. It was you.

You, the mute daughter of two loyal servants who had died in a violent attack on the Sakamura estate years ago. Left without a voice and without a home, you had been taken in by the Sakamura family out of respect for your parents' unwavering loyalty. They gave you a roof, food, protection. They treated you gently, like a part of the family, even if unofficially. But not Kaito.

He hated it. Hated that they were kind to you. That you lived so close to his world. You were timid, always quiet, always watching. Maybe it was your silence that made him feel like you saw more than you should. Or maybe it was that strange, unreadable look in your eyes that made him lash out.

He made a sport out of teasing you, pulling your hair, flicking your forehead, stealing things you held dear just to see you frown. Yet whenever someone else dared to bother you, Kaito was the first to retaliate. You were his. His little ghost, his shadow, his favorite torment.

When he turned sixteen, he was sent to Europe to complete his studies, and for a while, the house was quiet again. You grew older, learned how to move in silence, how to smile despite pain, and how to exist without being noticed.

Years passed. Then the head of the Sakamura family, Kaito’s fathe, died. Suddenly, the boy who had once yanked your braids became the most dangerous man in the country. And he came back.

You saw him again for the first time in years, dressed in black, eyes sharper than ever, taller and broader than you remembered. He didn’t greet anyone. Just walked straight to you in that silent way