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draconicscreaming · 15 days ago

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Welcome To The KN8 Host Club Cafe!

Special thanks to @amaturesposts and @minasfwoopyponytail for letting me pick your brains and always supporting my crazy ideas, like throwing together a Valentine’s Day Event, oh, I don’t know, THREE days before Valentine’s Day arrives, lmao. Love you both.

If you’re in need of relaxation, of sustenance, of good company- located in the heart of Tokyo, Japan, at the center of block 13, there is a cafe renowned for its charm. Some travel the world in search of it, some only need travel the length of their city block to find it. But all who step through its doors are welcome and all who leave are fulfilled. If they ever want to leave, that is…

You have just stumbled upon the entrance to this famous cafe, and finding yourself as curious as you are famished, you make the decision to push open its doors. The outside of the cafe is humble, homey. Easy to overlook. But once you cross the threshold, stepping a cautious foot inside, you discover that you have now entered a world far more grand than you could ever have imagined.

“Welcome home, M’lady.”

Greeting you at the door, a sweet boy with kind eyes and gentle features takes your hand, pressing a tender kiss to the top of it. With his radiant smile, ivory hair, and chivalrous demeanor, he reminds you of a knight in shining armor, straight from a fantasy novel. His name tag reads “Ichikawa.” You make a note to remember that name as he leads you to your table, pulling out the chair so you may be seated. You thank him and he bows as he leaves.

Your stomach grumbles as you peruse the colorful menu. Each option appears inviting and exciting, with photos of each dish helpfully displayed beside it. Your mouth waters as your eyes travel across each photo, taking in every grain of rice and every sliver of sauce. It appears to be a near impossible task to choose a single, preferred dish among the many exquisite options and you fear you may just end up ordering half the menu.

As though sensing the state of your current conundrum, your handsome server makes his way to your table. A gloved hand crosses his body as he bows low in greeting.

“Good evening, M’lady. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hoshina, and I’ll be your host for the night. Might I interest you in a drink, to start?” His voice is seeped in charm and his violet eyes gleam at you from behind his ebony locks. You find yourself quickly captivated by him.

“What would you recommend?” You ask shyly, careful to keep the adoration from your voice.

“For a sweet lady such as yourself, might I recommend a sweet drink? Our strawberry lemonade is a rather agreeable choice, though not nearly as agreeable as you.” He shoots you a wink.

Warmth bursts from your cheeks. ��S-strawberry lemonade it is…”

He smiles warmly, noting your order in his mind. He doesn’t need to write it down, he’s worked here for far too long and is nothing short of a seasoned professional. “And for your meal, would you prefer something more filling or something light?”

You contemplate this for a moment. “Well, I’ve got a class soon, so I’d prefer to be refreshed. Need to stay on my toes, don’t wanna be falling asleep during lecture.”

“I’ve got just the thing for you. It’s both refreshing and energizing. Any food allergies I should be aware of or flavors you’re particularly adverse to?”

You shake your head.

“Then may I request you place your faith in me, and allow me the honor of choosing your meal for you?”

You think for a moment. You’re not really sure what you want and, honestly, you think you’d do anything this man asked of you, so you think to yourself, why not? You nod and allow him to place your order for you, trusting that he will choose wisely.

Your eyes follow his path as he travels across the dining room. He walks over to the kitchen window and waves at the men behind the kitchen counter.

“Kafka! Kaguragi! Got another one for you, make it good!”

They mock salute him. “Always do!”

You smile at their infectious enthusiasm. Everyone in this place seems to be so kind and welcoming, of course the kitchen staff would be included.

Hoshina comes back with your lemonade in the meantime. Flower petals sit on its surface and a fresh lemon slice curls over the edge of the cup. The drink is so elegant that even the ice cubes seem to sparkle.

“Your drink, M’lady. I hope it’s to your liking.”

You take a sip and your eyes light up. “Wow, you weren’t kidding- it’s super sweet! But I love it!” You lick your lips.

He grins. “Anything I can do to assist my lady.” He bows again before hovering at your side for any further needs.

“You can sit down, you know.” You gesture to the seat across from you.

“If it is what my lady desires.” He waits for your permission.

“Please.” You gesture again.

He slips into the seat in front of you, and you’re about to continue your conversation with him, maybe even ask him questions about himself, when suddenly a boy about his age slides into the seat beside him.

“Not fair. The manager has me wiping down tables and you get a cutie who’s actually inviting you to sit with her? Nuh-uh, I wanna sit too.”

If you weren’t sitting a foot away, you were sure Hoshina would’ve rolled his eyes.

“She’s in my section. You take care of your side and I take care of mine, remember? You’re intruding, Narumi.” He says the boy’s name almost like it’s a curse.

Narumi snorts. “It’s just cuz she’s cute. If she wasn’t, you wouldn’t mind switching tables with me.”

Hoshina’s smile pinches at his cheeks but doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or maybe I enjoy doing my job and doing it well. Can’t say the same for you though.” Then he turns back to you, eyes softening slightly as he meets your bewildered gaze. “I apologize for my coworker here, miss. He sorely lacks any manners and lacks even more work ethic. In fact, he truly lacks any talent at all.”

You shake your head to protest, to tell him you don’t mind the extra company, but the boy quickly interrupts, scoffing at Hoshina.

“No talent huh? You think I can’t do a job as easy as this, as well as you can? Just you wait. I’ll show her everything she could ever want and more, and when she starts requesting me all the time, then I’ll be the one sitting pretty with my feet up while she munches away and talks her cute mouth off for me. Then you’ll see how good my ‘work ethic’ is.” Narumi puffs his chest out arrogantly.

Now Hoshina does roll his eyes. “You do realize that doing all of this, just so you can sit back and relax, under the guise of ‘keeping her company’ as her ‘host’ is literally the opposite of work ethic right?”

Narumi scowls and gets to his feet. “Shut up, Hoshina. Just wait and watch.” He dashes off, but he’s back before you know it. His hands carry a tray full of different appetizers and he lays them before you free of charge, attempting to win your favor. He grins, proud and self assured, as he waits for your assessment.

“Good going, now you’re losing the boss money. Hope you know that’s coming out of your next check.” Hoshina mumbles under his breath.

Narumi’s eyes narrow, but before he can shoot back a witty remark, you laugh softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for them all. Thank you for bringing them so quickly, I was starving.” You smile up at him.

He blinks. “I-uh…I… your…welcome?” He slowly sinks into the chair beside you, watching you try out your appetizers curiously. He has no idea who you are but now, all of a sudden, he is dying to know. He wipes a crumb from your lips with his thumb and shades of pink bloom across your cheeks at his gentle touch.

Suddenly a throat clears.

You look up to find a man with long, verdant hair looking down at you all, arms crossing over his polished suit. He appears to be the cafe’s manager. His name tag reads “Izumo.” Your eyes widen as you recognize the renowned name. The Izumo’s are known for being extremely wealthy, with businesses extending all over Japan. This must be one of them.

“What’s this? It appears two of my best hosts feel like slacking off on the job. Oh, but that can’t be right, because they know what happens when they slack off.”

Hoshina rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and Narumi frowns, but you quickly interject.

“I’m sorry to have concerned you, Mr. Izumo. This is actually my first time here, and unfortunately, my indecision led me to require aid from both of your hosts. You see, I couldn’t decide what to order, and Hoshina and Narumi were kind enough to bring me some options.” You gesture to the array of food before you.

Izumo straightens. “I see. Is that right?” His interrogative gaze travels back and forth between Hoshina and Narumi. They nod quickly. “Well then. I suppose, if it’s for the customer, I will overlook this matter. I do hope you enjoy your stay, miss, and please let me know if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.” He leaves and the boys let out an exhale.

They both turn to you in an instant.

“Your next drink is on me!”

“Your next meal is on me!”

“Hey- I just offered her that!”

“No- you offered her a drink; I offered her a meal. There’s a clear difference.”

“But it’s the same idea!”

They begin to bicker again, but it only makes you smile. What a lively atmosphere; it’s starting to grow on you. In fact, everyone here has been so wonderful and kind to you. Besides that, the food and drinks are delicious and the decor is nothing short of entrancing. You think to yourself that you may just have to come back again. Scratch that. You’re sure to come back.

But who is it that you’re hoping to see more of next time?

(Click each linked name for individual fics and enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day, besties!)

(And yes, I did post early for my timezone, but I figured my Asia girlies would appreciate it, and also I'm adhd and impatient so it's fine)

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draconicscreaming · 15 days ago

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I'm gunna go through all of the cafe fics now. So fucking cute!!!! Good food!!!

Aoi Kaguragi Welcomes You To The Cafe

Head back to the cafe entryway (main story)

“I’m sorry…you cooked me something?” Kaguragi blinks as he takes the bento box from your hands.

“You’re always cooking me things, so I thought I’d repay the favor.” You say simply with a shrug.

He chuckles quietly. “That’s because it’s my job. You don’t have to bring someone a gift just for doing their job.”

“Okay, well can I bring them a gift because I enjoy their company? Because I would like to be enjoying your company for lunch. This is usually when you take a break right?”

He shakes his head, astounded that you remember a small detail like that. “Yeah… you’re right. Not like I’m doing anything anyway. Let’s have lunch.”

You break out a matching bento box and the two of you delve into your homemade meals. You try to focus on your own lunch, but can’t help but sneak peeks at him as he makes his way through your food. When he smiles, satisfied, you finally begin to relax a little. You’ve had so much of his cooking -probably enough to last an entire lifetime- and yet you’ve never once thought to ask what kind of food he likes. The whole bento box you made for him was just a shot in the dark. After realizing how little you actually knew about him, even after your frequent visits to the cafe and even more frequent trespassing into the kitchen just to say hi to him, you found yourself wanting more.

“What’s the chef’s final verdict?” You ask curiously.

He swallows another bite. “Not sure. Might need another bento to be 100%.” He says it in a completely serious tone so you almost miss that it’s a joke. Almost. Then he laughs and you swear you’ve never heard a more beautiful (or rare) sound. “It’s delicious, thank you.”

You exhale a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you like it, I was nervous. You are the professional, after all.”

“Maybe I should ask Haruichi if we could hire you, because this tastes like you’re the professional.” He nudges you encouragingly.

You let out a laugh. “I wouldn’t say that, but you’re sweet. Anyway, you’re the only one who gets to taste my cooking, so don’t go blabbing to Kafka or the rest of the boys now, you hear?”

He raises a brow at you. “Do I look like a blabber?”

He most decidedly did not. Of all the boys, he was the one who had talked to you the least, and yet, of course, your heart had fallen for him the hardest. Whatever conversation you had with him in passing left such an imprint on you, that it had you coming back on the daily, just to be able to order his food, and then eagerly request to “send your compliments to the chef.” And when the manager would reassure you he could deliver your well regards himself, you always insisted you had to tell Kaguragi in person. Truth is, you just wanted to see him.

With a frame as bulky as his and a height as towering as his, he could’ve really been intimidating in certain situations. But you’d always seen him with an apron wrapped neatly around him and you thought it was cute. You thought he was cute. More than cute. He was attractive.

So you did what any schoolgirl with a crush would’ve done- you made him a lunch. May as well have just held up a gigantic sign that read “Will you go to the prom with me” if you were going to be so juvenile. Oh well, he liked the food and that was all that mattered.

“You know…” You say slowly, “You could be a blabber to me. Tell me all your secrets. I won’t tell a soul.”

He acts like he’s thinking for a moment. Then he finally says, “And what if I have no secrets?”

You raise a brow. “Everyone has secrets.”

He leans in closer to you, his arm brushing up against yours, sending a wave of heat through you. “And what’s yours?”

You swallow. “Mine? Why don’t you go first?”

He shakes his head, a hint of a smirk at the edge of his lips. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. But you have to tell me your secrets first. That’s the deal.”

You sigh. Well, you are trying to get closer to him. May as well go for it. “Alright, my secret is, I gave the guy I like a lunch from me and I’m hoping he likes it. I’m hoping he loves it. I’m hoping he asks for more. Maybe he wants dinner too. Maybe we could do dinner together at a restaurant that’s not here.” Your words come out faster than you want them to and you want to face palm. At this rate, maybe you should’ve just written down on a piece of paper “Will you go out with me? Check yes or no.” That would’ve been less awkward than the silence currently looming over you as he examines you curiously.

“I suppose it’s my turn then.” He clears his throat. “My secret is… you’re the only one I’d ever trade secrets with. And I think I’d enjoy trading more over dinner.”

You have to laugh at yourself. You’ve been holding your breath for nothing. Worrying for nothing. Of course he feels the same way you do. He wouldn’t let you invade his space so much if he didn’t. He wouldn't let you watch over his shoulder as he scrambles eggs. Wouldn't let you taste the first bite. Wouldn't smile as you tell him it tastes heavenly. Of course he feels the same way you do.

He raises a brow at you.

You give him a goofy grin. “It’s like we’re our own secret society or something. Private meetings, trade secrets. Are we taking over the world or something?”

He leans in to whisper something in your ear and your playful demeanor fades as you hold your breath, heat filling your lungs while you await his words.

“When I’m with you, it’s already like we’re in a world of our own. And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

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draconicscreaming · 16 days ago

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*ੈ‧₊༺ "SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DREAM,"

⤷ submission for @pixelcafe-network 's Secret Santa event !

— vice-captain hoshina seems to frequent the infirmary lately... perhaps it has something to do with the division's beloved medic.

characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x medic!reader contents: fluff, some injuries and blood, one(1) suggestive line but it’s for the plot, smooching, kind of getting together, slight spoilers for b side manga, inaccurate manga timeline wc ~ 1.8k

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites happy holidays from me, your secret santa ! 🎄 not christmas-themed but i hope you can still enjoy this humble gift i’ve prepared for you (see the end of this for more messages) <3

Remembering and differentiating people’s faces is usually something that comes naturally to people.

Be it your distant, distant relative, or a newly appointed work colleague, or even a fellow customer at a cafe you love. It’s easy enough to memorise each and every one of them, given that you’ve seen them a few times consecutively, of course.

Then again, it comes with the job to have a good memory anyway. Lots of scientific and biological names to be remembered, health conditions and symptoms to be identified, patients you constantly need to keep your eyes on. You have them all etched inside your mind.

There’s also that other circumstance, where forgetting someone’s face is as easy as brushing away a speck of dust from your clothes. People come, and people go. Not everyone that you’ve come across will stay in your life, and not every one of them will become a significant part of it either.

There is one thing, however, that you have stumbled upon, not knowing that it will become both of those things. Or rather, one person.

The first time you saw him was at the hospital right after the kaiju emergence at Ome city back when you were still a measly apprentice to a senior medic from the Third Division. Tasked to do one of his checkups, you’d overheard his conversation with your captain right before she left the ward.

His reaction baffled you, to say the least. Who in the world would reject a position offered by the Captain Ashiro Mina herself? After a thorough yet uneventful inspection on his condition, he was deemed to be discharged from the hospital a few days after, and along with that his presence from your mind.

Or so you thought.

The second time you saw him was a bit more coincidental. Months after that, when you were freshly appointed as one of the Third Division’s operational medics, you had accidentally crossed paths with him on the way to Captain Ashiro’s office, unaware that you were in the face of your soon-to-be Vice-Captain.

You didn’t know how, or why, but for some astronomical reason you’d remembered who he was. There were lots of people you’d bumped into in the past, people you’d medically treated, and people with even worse haircut (in your defense, that was only a mere observation on your part); you had no trouble putting them to the rear end of your mind as you knew they were nothing more than encounters by chance.

Aside from the fact that he’d rejected your captain’s offer, you’d wondered if there was something else about him from that first time that had rewired the very foundation of your brain chemistry to make you remember him as clearly and easily as memorizing the back of your own hand, even when you’d only seen him once before in your entire lifetime.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoshina Soshiro thought the same thing about you.

What is it about you, Hoshina had once mused. What made you so… unforgettable? Your presence had been lingering in the back of his mind from the moment you first laid your hand on him. After you’d left his ward months ago, the image of you has been foggy and indistinctive, almost haunting for him to deal with. And now that he had you in front of his eyes again, he was more than determined to know more about you.

The two of you hit it off then. One friendly conversation turned two, turned weekly, turned daily. Lingering touches, longing gazes, secret smiles, flirty quips. And the most unambiguous of all; the time spent together in the medic bay at any hour of the day.

It’s becoming a routine at this point for the Third Division members to see their second-in-command walking through the doorway of the infirmary with an injury or the other, some of them severe and some were barely considered a prick. The officers have suspected something, of course. But none of them are bold enough (yet) to confront nor pull the topic out in the open.

And so do you and Hoshina himself.

Though you’re totally aware it’s only a matter of time before one of you finally breaches the blurring line between platonic and romantic. Ironically enough, Hoshina with all his foxy eyed glory, seems to be the one to (not so) blindly step over the said line, all too keen on wiping it off like a silly drawing on a sandy shore.

“Hey there. Ya seem happy to see me,”

You grit your teeth at the cheery greeting, irritation piling over the concern and worry, overstacked by the fear wrecking through your body. Taking a deep breath to gather yourself, you step to the side to let the officers carry the battered body of the Vice-Captain to sit on a nearby bed. Soon enough, they walk themselves out with a respective nod to their superiors, leaving you in the still silence of the infirmary.

In your peripheral, Captain Ashiro stands beside the door with her arms crossed, a calculated look stuck on her youthful face before she straightens up, calling out to your name. “I’m leaving them in your care. I’ll be back in a few though,” Confused, you’re about to ask about what she meant when a mass of white fur enters your vision.

Bakko is staying here for a while then, you realize just as the Captain, too, makes her exit to the door. You let the feline kaiju make himself at home in the infirmary as you return to the task at hand; treating Hoshina.

Your next course of action proceeds swiftly and methodically; assembling the medical supplies and equipment, assessing the injuries, disinfecting the wounds and dressing them accordingly. All the while trying not to squirm under his obnoxious gaze.

“You were never this quiet before,” Hoshina breaks the silence, grimacing slightly as you’re currently treating one of his more severe wounds, one that requires stitching.

Your forehead creases slightly, “What do you want me to say?” You question, both in exasperation and incredulity. The swordsman lifts his good shoulder in a little shrug. “I dunno. Anythin’,”

“You’re stupid,”

Hoshina’s lips twitch slightly, “Mhm,”

“And reckless,”

A small smile tugs on his face next, “Yeah?” Slowly, and breathily.

“And - and… you weren’t being careful enough,” Your bloody hand shakes, the scissors you’re holding barely cutting away the remaining thread after you’d successfully managed to stitch his wound up. “Okonogi already said it was a daikaiju and you still insisted on fighting it alone. Who the hell does that?” You seethe.

One of his hands moves to hold yours, halting you just as you'd turned back from putting your equipment away. “You mad at me, sweetheart?” His nonchalant drawl causes you to snap. “I thought you were going to die, Soshiro. Of course I was mad!”

Suddenly there’s a quiet growl rumbling from the corner of the room, and the both of you immediately go silent. You look to the side to see Bakko with his mouth pulled into a menacing snarl, eyeing the other slumbering patients as if to remind you that you’re not the only ones in the room.

You huff, slightly embarrassed at being chastised in your own work space. By a kaiju, of all things.

Hoshina gruffly snickers before glancing at the feline, “He’s not Captain Ashiro’s companion for nothin’, huh? Think he can help around in the infirmary?” He jests.

You chuckle weakly, nodding a little at his injuries. “What, do you want him to lick it all better?”

It was supposed to be a joke, a casual inquiry made to lighten the mood, but Hoshina seems to think otherwise. With his bleary eyes, he murmurs, “I want you to lick it all better,”

Your breath stutters, the heart in your chest skipping a beat or two. Or maybe three? You can’t really seem to figure it out when all you know is that the blood pumping in your veins feels like you’re running a goddamn marathon around the division base.

Your body heats up at the way Hoshina’s gaze remains focused on you, those irises seeping with such intensity and passion, finely rich like wine and sangria. There’s a pull so magnetic, the minimal space where you’re starting to share breaths with him is charged with the tension between the two of you.

Your eyes drift down to his mouth for one quick second. A mere glance, shy and timid. And the next thing you know, you and Hoshina become a clashing of lips, wandering hands and blissful sighs.

Like a collision between two worlds; the connection feels intensely mind-blowing, like a surge of adrenaline that has you forgetting about everything else aside from feeling him, tasting him, consuming him. Your fingertips tingle from where you’re cradling his face in your hands, and electric zaps up your spine from where his hands are gripping you by your hips.

Your lips slide against his in a feverish dance, his tongue diving in to explore each and every crevice of your mouth. Another pleased sigh escapes from you when he nips at your bottom lip, soothing the skin with a gentle suck right after. Hoshina hums against your mouth, pulling you to stand even closer between his legs but a pained groan from him then makes you draw back, the desire to continue ravishing each other now replaced with a budding sense of concern.

“You’re pulling on the stitches,” you mutter, fingers lightly prodding at his medically patched skin. Hoshina shakes his head slightly and drops it to rest on your shoulder as he grunts under his breath, “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”

You falter, a furious blush creeping up to your cheeks at his statement. ‘Why didn’t you do it sooner, then?’ You’d wanted to ask but just as he raises his head, you catch sight of the bloody handprints on both of his cheeks. You gasp in surprise, “Soshiro, you’re—”

You reach up to hold his face, though when you see your own hands stained with the blood from his wounds, a small laugh of realisation comes out of you. Hoshina snorts a little when he deduces the same thing, the room now filled with your combined giggles.

“All the more reason to stay here longer and get myself cleaned up, hm?” He smirks and leans back with his arms perched on the bed. You gnaw at the bottom of your lip, staring not-so-subtly at his slacked figure.

More work for you to do… not like you’re complaining anyway because he does not have any business looking so sinfully good with all those muscles and bare skin all roughed up and bloodied like that.

You inwardly shake your head to disperse the thought. Throwing him an eye roll, you scold him for moving around too much in case his injuries get worse, and that he should know better than to stay out of commission for longer than necessary considering his importance in the division.

Deep down, though, you’re glad that Hoshina Soshiro is there with you in more ways than one, holding your hand as you trudge through this new relationship blossoming between you two.

He stays, and he is significant. Forever will be in your lovesick little heart.

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bakko is just there like 👁️👄👁️

💌 ; kaija my dear i’m so happy that i get to know you through the cafe network <3 really enjoyed all the convos we’ve had in the kn8 channel and i appreciate u sm !! you’re so sweet and so delightful to talk to and i thought that you are just the perfect person to be soshiro’s favorite doctor / nurse ^^ you seem like the type who'd be good at taking care of people, especially your loved ones. bet he goes to the infirmary a lot just to see u hehe (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) anyway, i hope 2024 has been nice to you. i wish you all the good things in the world, and that 2025 will be a better and sweeter year for you, love 💜

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