My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

After two days, just as her father had promised, the lawyer arrived. Dressed in a crisp suit, he stood before the gathered board members in the grand hall of Fernandez Corp. With a firm voice and a confident tone, he declared:

"As per Mr. Fernandez's final legal directive and board agreement, effective immediately, Miss Y/N Fernandez is hereby appointed as the new Chairwoman of Fernandez Corporation."

A wave of gasps and murmurs rippled through the room. Some of the older executives looked skeptical, others indifferent. But none dared to challenge it—Mr. Fernandez's word had always been law within these walls.

Y/N stood tall, her eyes calm but burning with quiet determination. In her black dress, elegant yet modest, she carried an aura that silenced the room. She took a breath, then stepped forward to the head of the table.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice echoing slightly. "I didn't ask for this role, but I will not run from it either. My father believed in me. And I will honor that trust—not just for him, but for this company, and everyone in it."

From the corner of the room, Yuri watched silently. Arms crossed, an unreadable look on his face.

He knew this was only the beginning.

Hanamitchi Residence

Haru Hanamitchi's POV:

Lately, my thoughts are all tangled—scrumbling over everything that's happened.

Yuri… my son, the only heir of the Hanamitchi bloodline. He's always carried more than most. The normal… and the dark. And now, he's pouring his time into helping Y/N. I see his heart in it, I see his loyalty. But I also see the danger.

He can't keep carrying her forever.

Y/N's stepped into something massive—the Fernandez Corp isn't just a company, it's a battlefield wrapped in suits and silk. If she wants to survive in that world, if she wants to protect what her father built, she needs more than Yuri's support. She needs strength. Precision. Resilience.

And if no one else will train her to stand on her own two feet—I will.

It's not about pushing Yuri away.

It's about pulling Y/N forward.

From now on, I'll be the one to mold her into the Chairwoman she's meant to be. No more soft hands. No more hesitation. She'll hate me for a while, maybe even cry. But one day—she'll thank me.

And Yuri?

He'll finally be free to walk his path, without the weight of holding her up.

"Yuri, bring Y/N for dinner tonight," I said flatly over the phone.

A pause—then his calm voice replied, "Okay, Dad."

I ended the call and placed the phone down beside me. The dining room was already set—every plate placed with intention, the air tinged with the scent of slow-cooked broth and sandalwood candles. But this dinner wasn't about warmth or family.

This was the beginning.

Y/N had taken the chair at Fernandez Corp, and the world wouldn't be kind to her. So neither could I—not yet.

Y/N pov 

I took a final glance in the mirror, adjusting my sweater nervously.

There he was — Yuri — casually leaning against his blue BMW like he had all the time in the world. His dark grey baggy jeans and black t-shirt somehow made him look even more effortlessly handsome under the soft streetlights. His arms were crossed, one foot resting against the car door, and when he spotted me, he pushed himself off the car and gave a tiny smirk — the kind that always made my heart skip.

"Finally," he said in that familiar low tone, opening the passenger side door for me.

Yuri closed the door gently and walked around to the driver's side.

As he got in, the inside of the car filled with the faint scent of his cologne — clean, a little woody. I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve while he started the engine.

"My babe look good as always," he said casually, eyes on the road.

I froze for a second, feeling my cheeks warm up.

The drive was quiet but comfortable. The city lights blurred past, and the soft hum of the engine filled the space between us. Every now and then, I caught him glancing at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

When we finally pulled up to Hanamitchi residence,the warm light spilling out from the windows made the place look extra cozy.

Yuri parked, turned to me, kiss my forehead and said, "Ready?" 

I nodded.

Together, we walked toward the door — and somehow, even without touching, his presence felt close enough to calm my nerves.

Uncle Haru greeted us at the living room, a big grin on his face.

"There you two are! Come in, come in — the food's getting cold!" he said, pulling us inside.

The smell of grilled meat and sweet sauces filled the air.

Yuri leaned close and whispered so only I could hear,

"Looks like we're in for a feast."

I smiled up at him, feeling suddenly… at home.

We made our way to the kitchen, following the delicious smell of food.

The long dining table was already set, and the maids were bustling around, carefully placing plates of steaming dishes.

When they saw me, their faces lit up.

"Miss Y/N!" one of them chirped, beaming brightly.

"It's been so long! Welcome back!" another said, clasping her hands together.

I smiled shyly, feeling their warmth wrap around me.

"It's good to see you all again," I said softly.

They nodded excitedly, some even giggling like they were watching something unfold.

I glanced at Yuri, who was standing close beside me, hands casually stuffed into his pockets.

He didn't say anything, but I noticed the small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips — like he was somehow pleased that I was welcomed so warmly here.

Uncle Haru appeared again, waving us toward the table.

"Come, sit, I had them prepare all your favorites, Y/N," he said, his voice full of cheer.

Yuri pulled out a chair for me before sitting down across from me.

I couldn't help but notice the way his gaze softened whenever he looked at me — like I was something rare he was afraid to break.

Uncle Haru leaned back in his chair, his face kind and expectant.

"Y/N, how is your day as a chairwoman?" he asked, swirling the drink in his glass casually.

I set down my chopsticks and smiled a little awkwardly.

"I have to say…" I began, choosing my words carefully, "it's a new thing for me. I didn't even study business, but… I hope I can learn the real world by experiencing it."

Yuri watched me silently, his elbow resting on the table, chin propped against his hand. His gaze was steady, almost proud.

Uncle Haru chuckled warmly, his eyes crinkling.

"Good," he said firmly, nodding.

"You have potential. Real leadership isn't just about degrees. It's about heart, instincts… and not being afraid to ask questions. Remember that."

I felt something swell in my chest — a mix of pride and responsibility.

Uncle Haru reached across the table, tapping it lightly with his fingers.

"If you need anything, anything at all — ask me. I'm here to teach you."

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you, Uncle. I'll definitely come running to you when I get stuck," I said half-jokingly.

He laughed, the sound deep and hearty.

"Good. That's what family is for."

Yuri smirked at me from across the table, as if silently agreeing.

I picked up my chopsticks again, feeling the food taste even better after hearing their encouragement.

Maybe… maybe I could really do this.

And maybe, with Yuri by my side, the journey wouldn't feel so scary after all.

But today, Haru's voice dropped a little, more serious, as he said,

"But today… I want to tell you something."

Y/N immediately looked up, her chopsticks pausing mid-air.

Yuri, who had been quietly eating, also straightened in his seat, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly with concern.

The room, which had been filled with warm light and the soft clinking of dishes, suddenly felt heavier — like something important was about to be said.

Both Y/N and Yuri locked their attention onto Haru, their expressions mirroring each other: concerned, attentive, quietly bracing themselves.

Haru set his glass down with a soft clink and leaned forward, resting his elbows lightly on the table. His usual playful smile was gone, replaced by a look of a man who had carried too many burdens for too long.

Haru's eyes softened for a brief moment as he looked at Y/N, but his voice stayed firm, unwavering.

"As your guardian," he began slowly, each word carrying the weight of years,

"I promised your father… that I would take responsibility for you."

He paused, the silence hanging heavy in the room.

Y/N's chest tightened, and she lowered her chopsticks onto the plate without a sound.

Across from her, Yuri's eyes darkened, sensing the shift even deeper.

Haru exhaled, then leaned in just a little closer. His tone hardened, sharp like steel wrapped in velvet.

"So you need to be stronger, Y/N."

The words hit her harder than she expected.

"In this world," Haru continued, his voice steady,

"there is no mercy. Not for people like us. Especially not for people like you — who are destined to hold something bigger than just a title."

Y/N's hands tightened slightly in her lap.

She could feel Yuri's gaze on her — steady, silent, grounding — but she didn't look away from Haru.

Not this time.

There was no escaping the truth.

If she wanted to survive — if she wanted to truly live up to her father's and Haru's hopes — she would have to become someone stronger than she ever imagined.

Someone unbreakable.

Haru's voice cut through the heavy silence again, calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

"So," he said, his fingers intertwining on the table,

"I arranged a one-year break for you."

Y/N blinked, shocked.

"A break…?" she echoed quietly, almost not believing what she just heard.

Yuri's brows furrowed slightly, his body leaning a little forward, alert.

Haru nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N's.

"Not a vacation," he clarified, his tone even harder now.

"A break from the normal world… to study what you have to study.

A training… that will make you stronger."

He let the words sink in.

"You'll learn things you won't find in schools. You'll learn survival, negotiation, power… and how to protect yourself and what's yours."

Y/N's heart pounded against her ribs.

It wasn't fear she felt — it was something deeper.

A pull. A call to something bigger.

"Training?" Y/N whispered, half in awe, half in worry.

Haru's face softened just a little.

"You won't be alone," he said gently. "I will assign people to guide you… and,"

he glanced briefly at Yuri,

"you'll have someone by your side."

Y/N swallowed hard, nerves buzzing under her skin.

She didn't know what exactly lay ahead, but a tiny fire began to spark inside her chest.

Maybe… she was ready for this.

Maybe… she had no choice but to be ready.

Yuri's voice broke the tense air, low and steady but carrying a hint of frustration.

"Dad," he said, eyes narrowing slightly,

"why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Haru looked at his son calmly, a small sigh escaping his lips as if he had expected that reaction.

"Yuri," he said, voice firm,

"it's all the same. Whether you knew earlier or now"

Yuri clenched his jaw but said nothing, his eyes flickering briefly toward Y/N, who sat quietly, trying to piece everything together.

She straightened a little in her chair, swallowing her nerves, and asked carefully,

"So… Uncle… where am I going? And when?"

For a moment, Haru just looked at her — really looked at her — as if seeing her not as the girl he once protected, but as the woman she was becoming.

"I will arrange everything," Haru said after a long pause, his voice quieter but still steady.

"And when it's ready… I'll tell you."

Y/N nodded slowly, even though a thousand questions swirled inside her head.

She looked down at her hands for a second, then across the table — meeting Yuri's eyes.

Y/N pov

After dinner, Yuri and I quietly slipped away from the lingering conversations and laughter, heading upstairs to his room.

It felt like a silent agreement between us — we both needed air, space… and maybe each other.

Yuri opened the balcony door, letting the cool night breeze rush in.

Without a word, I stepped out first, leaning against the railing, feeling the night settle softly around us.

The city lights blinked in the distance, but up here, everything felt quieter. Safer.

I stayed quiet, just feeling the weight of the moment — the heavy, invisible thread tying everything together.

The future, the unknown, the fear… all of it swirling around me.

Without a word, Yuri moved closer.

I felt his arms slip gently around my waist from behind, pulling me back against him.

His warmth immediately seeped into my skin, grounding me in ways I didn't even realize I needed.

The cool breeze brushed past us, ruffling my hair and making the night air feel even sharper against the heat of his touch.

For a moment, it was just us — standing against the world that was about to change.

"Everything's changing," I said softly, almost to myself, watching the distant lights blur into the horizon.

Yuri tightened his hold around me just a little, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder.

"But I'm not," he whispered against my ear.

His words sank into me — deep, steady, sure.

Like a vow.

I closed my eyes for a second, letting myself fall into that rare, quiet peace that only he could give me.

Maybe everything around us was shifting.

Maybe the road ahead was terrifying.

But Yuri —

he was my constant.

And right now, that was enough.