#benimaru shinmon x m!reader

[neptunesnxpple]

Benimaru Shinmon x m! Reader

18+ only

Pairing: benimaru shinmon x m!reader

18+ only no minors please

Summary: You're Chapter 7's secretary and Central issues out new uniforms. I wrote this over a year ago, no proofreading

Tags: NotSFW, m x m, reader in a skirt, handjobs, cumeating, vanilla and gentle, there's a bit of a build up

“Central is issuing new uniforms,” Maki handed you a small package, “they said that even though you’re not going out on missions, appearance is an important part,” she gave a reassuring smile at that, but it did little to soothe your unease about the situation. Part of why you picked the seventh was the lack of adherence to company policy or standards. They were a little more liberal in their application of those mandates, but it seemed not even you could escape the crushing hand of central. You thanked Maki, shutting the door to your small home and tearing into it on the table. You doubted it would be as comfortable as your loose pants and soft shirts but there was no point in fighting it.

Benimaru rarely had time to sit around the station, he had his morning routine, part of which included checking in on the townspeople and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. If he had the time he’d settle in for a cup of tea and a light breakfast, maybe some light training. Today he was a bit ahead of schedule, sitting in a spare room and window watching. There was still some paper work that needed to be filled out about the most recent incident, but he had to wait for you to get here in order to submit it officially. Ever since the first sent over a Secretary his days had been peaceful, all that loathsome paperwork was no longer his problem.

You unlocked the front door, taking careful steps and trying to stick the landing with each one. The package included tea party heels, something you’d never tried before. You turned on the lights and began opening the blinds as you went from room to room, the station was always quiet in the morning. Guessing from the time, you still had half an hour before the young master Benimaru would be in. Your estimation was dashed when you opened the sliding room to your ‘office’, a spare room that overlooked a small garden,

“Young master,” you greeted, surprised, “did you already finish your morning walk?” Benimaru gave you a thorough look, stopping back down at your thighs. expressionless.

“What are you wearing?” It came out harsher than intended. You shifted self consciously.

“Maki stopped by to drop off the central issued uniform for secretaries. She assured me that this was the correct one,” you responded, watching him carefully for a response. Aside from the heels you were in a short mini pencil skirt with matching slits in the side, so high up you had to find new a pair of boxer briefs that wouldn’t peak out from under it. A well fitting button up that had ruffles lining the button column. The fabric laid smooth over your flat chest. You supposed male secretaries were rare, and were on the fence on sending a message to central asking for an alternate outfit. A heavy silence fell over the room and you wished you had. “I could ask for a replacement if you would find that more acceptable.” Benimaru finally broke his state, turning towards the window and setting his tea cup on the table.

“That won’t be necessary. This one should do the job just fine.”

You sighed in relief at that sign of approval and finally set foot in the room itself, setting your bag next to the table and checking the filing cabinet for yesterday’s unfinished business. You sat across from him, working quietly, enjoying the gentle breeze and fresh air for the neighboring window. It was beautiful outside. You’d have to take your lunch outside. Every now and then you felt a pair of eyes on you, drinking you in, but whenever you looked he’d be focused on something else. Must have been your imagination. Perhaps an hour into your shift, the young master left.

Several hours later you were wrapping up, setting aside your current stack of documents and stretching back. With all the destruction, you had a lot of filing to do. Notification of damages, repairs, associate costs and outcomes. You had to attach dated photos and make sure to send a copy. But for now, lunch. As if on cue Benimaru appeared in the doorway,

“Are you taking your lunch break?”

You nodded, holding onto the table as you struggled to stand. You almost got a handle on the heels on your walk over but after a long time sitting down you had to get readjusted. You legs wobbled with each request forward, struggling to stay upright as you bent over to pick up your bag,

“Yeah, I think I’ll sit outside today. Do you need me for anything?” You shakily adjusted your bag over your shoulder, reaching the edge of the table and spreading your hands out as you walked in case you needed to catch yourself. Benimaru watched you, amused with the scene in front of him. By the time you got to the door, you felt as if you had just ran an entire yard. Not the small stretch of a room. You gripped the wall.

“No, I think I’ll go out with you.”

“Oh, cool,” you said, not really listening. It took all your attention to focus on staying upright. You wobbled on ahead, hand on the wall, before hearing an exasperated sigh. And suddenly, your feet were off the ground.

“By the time you get outside, your break will be over,” a deep voice explained. You felt the rumbling of his chest vibrate against your back, warm and soothing. You tensed, holding your bag on your stomach like an otter and not trusting yourself to say anything for fear of your voice cracking. He set you down on a partially shaded bench like a sensitive house plant. This was a much gentler side that you rarely saw. You cleared your throat to regain some composure,

“Thank you,” you smiled, hands shaking slightly.Your legs warmed in the sun, not used to getting this much exposure and finding that you quite liked it. The heels could stay too if that meant your young master would carry you from place to place.

“Don’t mention it. Mind if I sit with you?” He was sitting before you could answer, spreading out as if on habit alone, before noticing you scrunched to one side and reeling it in. He scratched at the side of his head, “so this is the new secretary outfit then?”

“Mhm,” you muffled between bites of rice and veggies.

“I won’t tell if you choose not to wear this. You should know by now that we don’t play by central’s rules.”

“I know, but I don’t want to cause anymore trouble for you guys. You already have enough on your hands, and I doubt you could find a secretary as flexible as me.” You definitely picked up way more of the report writing than was required, but Benimaru made up for it where he could. He’d bring you food, mostly, and if he saw you working too hard he’d send you home. Even though you technically worked for central and not just the seventh, he was a pretty cool supervisor.

“That’s why I want to make sure we keep you around. Seriously, you don’t have to wear... that.” You rested your utensil on the edge of your lunch box.

“If you don’t like it, I can change. I don’t mind either way.”

“No! - no it’s not that, I just thought,” he trailed off, leaning away from you now. You usually didn’t see him so impassioned. Or uncomfortable. Desperate to fix the situation you offered your lunch to him,

“Would you like a bite?” You held out your chopsticks, the sharp look of surprise on his face making you wish you didn’t. This was just getting worse. This look was something completely different and unknown, he seemed almost- flustered? You felt the heat rise to your face. With you leaned over your skirt had ridden up further, exposing the bulk of your thighs. You watched as he looked down at the food, catching sight of your thighs, and eyes widening. You blushed, pulling the skirt in vain as the fabric remained taut and unchanged. You gave up, accepting it for what it is. To your surprised he leaned over and took the bite you offered.

The rest of your lunch was eaten in silence, and when it was time for you to wrap up he lead you carefully along the stone path back to your office. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, there was no additional reports to submit so you spent it on some housekeeping. Organizing the space, tidying up lose ends. By the end of the day, you propped yourself up on the edge of the table and took of your shoes, feet throbbing. This new uniform might take some getting use to. The warm orange glow of the sunset cast a loving light on the room and garden in front of you. You enjoyed the peace while you could. You straightened when you heard the door slide open, Benimaru stepping in. He took pleasure seeing you wrapped up in the golden light, propped up against the table. He stepped forward.

“You’re free to leave,” he stated. He tilted his head when he noticed your shoes on there floor, your feet dangling free.

“I’m a little sore,” you explained, shifting to slide off the table. Before you could finish the movement you were cut off by his large body in front of yours, towering over you. You froze in place.

“For all you work you shouldn’t have to walk home in pain,”

“Its really no problem, I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” you smiled, already aware that the young master wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Still you were startled when he dropped to his knees, taking one of your feet in his hands and beginning to rub deep circles into your arch. Once again you stiffened. Before melting completely on the table, slouching and reaching your foot out more for his ease. After the day you had you weren’t going to complain. He repeated the process on your other foot, and then began worked on your calves. Rubbing the muscle and relaxing the tense tissue into something more malleable. You laid back on the table, closing your eyes. Maybe this uniform wasn’t so bad.

He rubbed his hands over your meaty thighs, giving a test squeeze and enjoying the way his fingers dipped into the soft flesh. He was thankful you were on your back to avoid so you didn’t see the excited gleam in his eye. He stood up, settling himself between your legs. His hands ventured up from the sides of your legs to the side of your stomach, pressing in and massaging circles on your stomach with his thumbs. You shuddering, and without much thought you felt yourself get hard. You arched off the table when one of his hands pressed against the small of your back, the buttons on your shirt straining to hold. You couldn’t resist hooking your calves around the back of his legs, pulling him closer and slowly shifting against him. To your pleasure you felt him beginning to grow excited as well, a breathless gasp escaping his lips. Embolden you pulled him in tighter, pressing your erections together firmly as you rocked against him. Bravely you reached out, running a hand over his clothed abs and feeling the muscle definition underneath it.

He hooked his arm under your back and pulled you upright, reaching his free hand under your skirt and playing with your cock through the thin almost sheer like boxers underneath. Your fingers dug into his back, unable to avoid gasping and a small moan spilling out. Your legs tightened around him, hiking your skirt up more and allowing him to slip your cock out of your boxer briefs. He wrapped his other arm around you fully, supporting you and keeping you from wriggling.

Your threaded your fingers in his hair, dipping him down for a kiss. You felt his breath on your cheek, hot and needy, intoxicatingly so. Reluctantly you separate your mouth from his, pressing your foreheads together and fumbling to get your hand in his pants, a deep hunger settling over you. Too hazed to figure it out you made a noise of displeasure,

“Help,” you pleaded.

You felt him let out a hushed, amused laugh. He let go of you for the first time since his entering the room, slipping his thick penis out of his pants. Embarrassingly, you felt your mouth water, feeling the weight of it in your hands and the soft skin. He nestled back between your legs, feeling at home between them despite being a new sensation all together. The two of you felt each other, stroking in unison and nuzzling into the crook of the others neck. A comforting warmth settled over you, feeling his dick throbbing in your hand and his grip on you tightening as he came on your thighs. Not long after you came into his hand, moaning and body jerking to life under his guidance. The two of you stayed, stilled and holding onto one another for a lengthy amount of time. When you finally let go, you heard a groggy, gravelly voice speak up,

“Sorry about the mess,” he gestured to your thighs.

“Oh, uh, don’t wor-“ you choked on the last word as he returned to his knees, licking the cum off the insides of your thighs. You let out a pathetic whine, overstimulated and your half hard cock twitching with interest. You allowed him to lap up his mess before pushing him back, flushed, “I don’t think I can take anymore,” you admitted. He nodded, a softness in his eyes. On wobbly legs you hopped down, this time there was no heels to blame. You really didn’t want to shove your aching feet back into that tight shoe, even after the massage. Sensing your hesitation, Benimaru picked up your shoes.

“I’ll take you home. Or, you could spend the night in the station. With me.”

The idea of not having to leave sounded enticing, and after considering it you gave a nod,

“I think I will,” you lifted your legs and he scooped you up, taking a lesser travelled path to his small captains room, and setting you down in the entry way. It wasn’t decorated beyond what was needed. Dark blue sheets and bedspread, a dresser, just the essentials. Still it looked inviting and you found yourself curled up in his bed before you realized what was happening. You made a mental note to expand your work wardrobe.

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

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title: Sensible Sake || IBenimaru Shinmon x fem!Reader a/n: this anon gave me the best thirst in my entire life and now they get a fic and a kiss on the lips; fair warning I blacked out writing this and came back horny af word count: 2k tags: fem!Reader, alcohol consumption, everyone is very willing participants, pwp, grinding, groping, thigh/pussy job, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, light on the mommy kink, unedited character(s): Benimaru Shinmon (Fire Force) synopsis: Waka can’t handle his booze - based on this ask

Everyone in Asakusa could out drink Shinmon.

From the old woman down the street who constantly made too much daifuku. To even the newest greenhorns to Company Seven’s fire brigade. Even Konro on a Tuesday evening could drink more than Shinmon could ever hold.

This was to say poor Waka was the lightest drinker in Asakusa.

What was comfortably tipsy to you and Konro. Was nearly a passed out Shinmon in the living area of the barracks. You looked over at Konro as you sipped the last of your sake. Letting the lieutenant know it was getting close to getting the poor captain asleep.

“I stayed with him last time,” Konro shook his head, “It’s your turn.”

Lips on your drink you can’t help but roll your eyes with a smile, “Fine. But you have to get the mats.”

There was no argument there. Konro was more than happy to get the sleeping arrangements made up if it meant he got to go back and sleep in his own room. Not that you minded. A normally passed out Shinmon didn’t move much after he was ushered into bed. 

Which he was easy to get into bed. He never argued at least when he was like this and you and Konro got him laid down. Good nights were said. Leaving you alone with the captain curled up next to you on his mat. Nothing but the sliver of moonlight pouring in from the window overlooking the garden.

With his soft breathing beside you. It was easy to doze on and off. Swimming in a comfortably murky daze induced by the sake. Enjoying your quiet time when you felt something rub against your hip.

Eyebrow arching up. You roll over to find Shinmon having moved closer to you. His eyes still completely closed as he mumbled something in a slur.

“C’mere, you big baby,” You sigh with a smile as it was clear he was trying to snuggle up against the nearest warmth. 

Shinmon pressed his face against your breast. Close as he could get as the rest of him followed. Needy hands gripping fistfuls of your sides as you propped yourself up on your elbow. Mindless hands going through his soft black hair. You can’t help the smile living on your lips in your comfortable tipsy state as Shinmon rubs up against you.

“This happens every time you drink y’know?” You murmur in the quiet space between you.

“I know....’m just warm...” He mumbled against your breast. Nuzzling his face against your soft warmth as his hands roamed and traveled as they wanted. 

Touching down your side and grabbing your squishy sides. His hips moving on their own as he rubbed against you. Shinmon’s mass of black hair tucked close to your chest as you traced small circles through his hairline. Just letting the man give off the tiniest moans as he ground himself into you.

Again you sighed but it was all for show. The smile still sitting on your lips when you pulled your kimono aside. Allowing your breasts to spill from them and taking him no time to latch his mouth onto one of them. Shinmon’s free hand coming up to grope and massage the one he couldn’t also have in his mouth. 

“Waka-” You gasp softly, hand at the back of his head pulling him close as his tongue washes over your sensitive nipple and his other hand pulls gently at the other, “Mmm you know they’re sensitive when we drink.”

He moaned something inaudible against your breast. Didn’t matter what he would say as you just held him closer to you. Shinmon’s hips pressed against yours as you felt him grind his clothed hard on against your front. Gaining any friction he could between his robes and yours. A string of little mewls leaving his lips as he couldn’t be torn from your tits even for a second.

Turning better onto your side. Room spinning only slightly from your sake. You giggle as he switches breasts and lavishes the other in his warm tongue just as his hips rut against your thigh. Through a few fumbles and snickers and moans. It takes only a second before the front of both your robes are open and pushed to the side. Bare bodies against one another with skin soft and warm to the touch.

Attention entirely on his fixation. Shinmon can’t and won’t be moved from your breasts. Latched on as he nurses at them while his hips have another idea. All while his poor leaking cock prods against your thigh.

Adjusting a little. His cock goes from brushing against your upper leg. To being sandwiched between your thighs. A very clear improvement when the man groans against your tit. His cock slipping between your thighs as well as rubbing against your pussy as he tilts his hips up.

The top of his cock grinding along your cunt lips. Soaked from the attention and the alcohol in your system. Leaving the two of you extra sensitive when his hips begin to move on their own.

“Ah~ M-Mommy-” Shinmon groans against your boob.

“Shhh- Don’t wake anyone Waka.” You coo quietly to the man fucking himself between your thighs. Each swip of his cock between your legs making his length wetter with your juices. Making it even easier for his cock to grind against your throbbing clit as his length slips between your cunt lips, “F-Fuck Waka- Feels good-”

Back with his lips latched to your breast. He can’t be swayed from sucking on them. Tongue swirling around your hard bud and sucking as much into his mouth as he could. Shinmon moans muffled by your breast as his cock thrusts between your thighs. The warmth of your pussy right there but the drunk man far too into his movements to be able to tear himself away from it.

Cock head gliding against your aching clit. You can’t help but join in his movements. Rutting your hips to the motion of his thrusts. Feeling your juices coat not only his cock but also your thighs as Shinmon groans against your breast. Consumed in the ache that grinding on his cock leaves you with. It takes you a moment to register the warmth dripping down the back of your thigh and his movements stalling.

“Aww, Waka, did you cum?” You whisper as his cum drips down the back of your thigh and you can feel his dick throbbing between your thighs.

He nods with your tit still in his mouth. Eyes blissfully closed as his hair hangs heavy in his face. Moaning each time you move your hips and drag your cunt along his cock. 

Clearly not going away. And now covered in your juices and having your core riled up. There’s no real other option for the two of you.

Shinmon reluctantly lets go of your tit. Both of them hard as could be from his incessant attention. But as the man flops over onto his back. Cock standing at attention still with the glistening of your juices and his cum slathered all over him. You come up on top of him. Caging him between your arms and pinning him down with your hips. Both of your moan the second you grind yourself along the underside of his cock.

“Warm- Shit so warm-” Shinmon groans. Head tipped back as he grabs fistfuls of the futon under you both, “M-Mommy-”

“Wanna fuck me Waka?” Your words a little slurred as you keep grinding on him. Fighting the urge to sink down right away on his cock, “You wanna put your cock in me that bad huh?”

The captain nods. Almost desperately as he rolls his head back and ruts his hips up against yours. Feeling your hard clit along the underside of his cock. Already sensitive from cumming. But it won’t ruin how desperate he is. 

It’s hard to argue with both your needs. Lifting yourself up just a little bit. Reaching down best you can to position him at your entrance and not fall off. It’s the second his cock presses against your core is when you sit all your weight back down on his hips. Cock slipping inside you with ease and meeting with the flutter of your aching cunt in no time.

“Fuck- Waka-” You can’t help your nails dig into his chest as you rest comfortably on his hips. Savoring the feeling of his cock stretching you out and adjusting to him. Every single one of your nerve endings feeling ultra sensitive as he unknowing flexes his cock inside you. Sending a shiver right up your spine, “Ah fuck~”

Leaning down to catch his slightly parted lips on your own. What follows is the way his cock rubs against your insides as he threatens to pull out of you at this angle. Doing your best to grind back down on him as the two of you kiss. 

Sloppy as it is. Tasting like sake on both your lips. Shinmon groans into your lips as he can hardly focus enough to raise his hands and cup your face. Doing the same to hold him gently in your palms as the two of you kiss and grind on one another. His cock reaching deeper inside you until you have to have more.

Sitting back and feeling all of him slip back into you. Your core tightens around him, “Mmm needy baby.”

“Mommy more-” Shinmon slurs his moans as he reaches up to grab your tits.

Leaning forward and hands placed on his chest. His warm bare skin under your touch. Your laugh turns easily into a moan when you feel yourself moving on his cock. Hips staring on their own. Lazily bouncing and grinding yourself on his length. Shinmon’s moans bubbling up under you as you ride him.

The slight lewd noises of your skin slapping against his. No real rhythm to the way you bounce and grind yourself on his cock. Chasing the stomach tightening ache each time his cock hits your deepest parts. 

“Look at you....all hard for me, for mommy?” You manage between your moans. Watching with half lidded eyes as Shinmon looks like a beautiful fucked out mess under you, “Want mommy to cum?”

He nods. Almost desperately, “Please. Mommy- Please cum-”

 Even if he had said no. You weren’t sure you could stop it. The shudder in your core as your bouncing turned to grinding. His cock deep inside you as your clit grinded against his dark bush. Your hips having a mind of their own as your voice lost itself to the moans escaping you.

“Shit- Fuck Waka- Waka I’m cumming~” Lewd noises choked in your throat. Your hips shudder erratically on his. Your core tightening around his length as you rode out your orgasm above him. Clit throbbing as your couldn’t grind against him enough. Your back arching and breath stolen from your lungs as your orgasm overtook you.

Followed shortly by his deep groans below you. The friction too much even if he already came. Shinmon groaning desperately under you as his cock throbbed inside you. Another load. This time being left inside your quivering cunt instead of all over it. His cum seeping into your deepest parts as the two of your grinded against each other until nothing but your panting could be heard.

Sticky and breathing heavily. You looked down at the man under you. A blissful smile on his face that you couldn’t say no to. Slowly pulling off his length until you felt the first glob of cum leave you. Dripping back down onto his spent cock as you leaned forward and pressed your tits into his face.

Shinmon more than happy to take them back into his mouth. You relax on top of him and savor the warmth of not just the alcohol in your system now. His mouth latched to your tit and his cum leaking out of you in the mostly dim room. Shinmon’s  soft breath tickling your tit as you kissed his forehead and combed your fingers through his hair. 

Maybe for Konro’s sake, you’d take care of watching Waka every time the three of you drank. He was the lightest drink in all of Asakusa. It was only right of you to look after your captain. 

[lyranova]

Hi Lyra! I just came across your blog recently and I wanted to let you know that your writings are lovely! If it’s possible, may I request a Benimaru x fem!reader fluff, where the reader is too scared to confess because she doesn’t want to risk breaking their friendship. This is my first time sending in a request so I hope this is okay! Thank you! Please have a nice day! Stay safe!

Hiya Anon! I’m so sorry it took so long to get to this request, life has just been kicking me in the butt here lately! But hopefully you’re still around and are able to see this 🥺💕! Awe thank you, I’m so glad you think my writings lovely! Ahekkdx i’m so honored I’m the first person you’ve requested too that makes me so happy, and of course this is ok! I hope i did your request justice dear 🥰! I hope you have a nice day as well and that you stay safe too~!

Word Count: 775

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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Y/N shuffled her feet as she walked alongside her friend/crush Benimaru Shinmon through the Asakusa streets. He was doing a small patrol through the streets, making sure the city and its citizens were safe and happy. He may not want to admit it, but he truly loved and cared about the people here. Which was something that drew Y/N to him in the first place.

They had been friends since they were young children, but it was only when Y/N became a young woman did she realize that she wanted to be more than friends with Benimaru. The only person she had told was Konro, who figured it out rather quickly that she had a crush on the stoic Company 7 Captain, and he promised not to say a word about it to anyone. Although he had been confused as to why she hadn’t already confessed to Benimaru when she was usually so forward about things.

The reason why she had been so reluctant to tell him was because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship. If Benimaru didn’t feel the same way she did...Y/N shook her head, it made her heart ache to even just think about it. She refused to lose him as a friend, so the best course of action was to just let sleeping dogs lie.

“ Hey Y/N, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Benimaru asked as they walked to a more quiet section of Asakusa, she quickly shook her head.

“ You know you can ask me anything, Beni.” Y/N said with a warm gentle smile, she and Konro were the only ones that called him by that nickname. She frowned as he scratched the back of his head nervously and looked away, this was very much unlike him.

“ Is there someone you like? Romantically?” Benimaru asked Y/N softly, her frown only deepened at his question, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart begin to race.

“ M-Maybe, why?” She asked nervously, she watched as he finally turned towards her.

“ Tell me about him.” Y/N blinked at Beni’s question, but she bit her bottom lip in thought as a blush rose to her cheeks.

“ Well, he’s a man of few words, he can come off as a tiny bit cold and aloof, he also acts like he’s in a bad mood and that he doesn’t like anyone. But he’s actually a very sweet and kind man, who loves and protects the people he cares about. He’s strong and brave, he always tries his best. He’s really a great and honorable man.” Y/N said with the brightest most loving smile she ever had on her face, her face flushed even deeper as she realized she rambled.

“ He sounds like an interesting guy.” Beni commented casually as he turned to fully face Y/N, who only nodded in response. “ Why haven’t you told him about your feelings yet?”

“ B-Because...Because I’m afraid if I do, our friendship will change, that if he doesn’t feel the same way about me that it’ll ruin our friendship and I, I can’t risk losing you as my best friend!” Y/N said quickly before she blinked as realization dawned on her.

She had said you instead of him.

She watched as a knowing smirk spread across the dark haired man's face. Y/N crossed her arms and pouted a bit.

“ You knew I was talking about you, didn’t you?” She asked, he chuckled softly and nodded in confirmation before he came up to her and placed his hands gently on her upper arms.

“ You should’ve just come out and told me when you realized you had feelings for me.” He lightly scolded her.

“ I wanted to, there were so many times I wanted to come out and tell you how I felt, but I was so afraid of things changing and I couldn’t risk los-.” Y/N was cut off when Beni’s lips gently crashed against hers in a soft kiss.

She hadn’t been expecting that, so she was taken aback slightly, but she melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms gently around his neck to pull him closer.

“ So,” she started softly as they pulled away after a moment. “ does this mean you feel the same way?” Benimaru let out a soft chuckle before he rested his forehead against hers.

“ Yeah I feel the same way, I have probably since we were kids, but I wanted to wait and see if you felt the same way, and luckily you did.” He told her softly before placing another kiss onto her lips.

———

Ah i’m sorry if this isn’t very good or is what you wanted! But i hope you all enjoyed, thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[tarithenurse]

Spark - 18

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Is it?? Do they?! ARGH!! A/N: Hmmm....I think I messed up in relation to canon timeline. Oh well! Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

18. Incinerator

...   Benimaru   ...

The captain of Company Seven knows what he has to do. There has never been a doubt in his heart before and there isn’t this time either as the smoke from the explosion wafts in the air across Asakusa...but for once he hesitates.

“Go,” [Y/N] grumbles, “it’s probably nothing, though...” It’s clear in the way she says it that she isn’t convinced.

Turning back to face her, he cradles her face with both hands. “You head straight home, you hear me?”

“Yeah fine, but only out of self-preservation and not because you’re bossing me around!”

There’s that annoying stubbornness and the pout that’s always always challenged by the gleam in her eye. Those lips. If only he could kiss away that frown. It’s tempting. On the other hand, she’d probably just headbutt him in response and then it would be really awkward to pick up the conversation afterwards. And Konro would know, somehow.

The thoughts flash through his head in less than a second which, co-incidentally, is just as long as [Y/N] meets his mouth and shuts up his brain. It’s a kiss. A brief one, but hard and impossible to ignore because it’s sends flames racing through Benimaru’s body, stealing his breath away and he can’t help but look to her lips the instant she pulls back.

“Go,” she says, tip of the tongue darting out as if to taste him, “and hurry home.”

The captain can’t think of anything more intelligent than nodding – not that he’d get a chance to say much as the familiar voice of Konro yells from below for him to hurry.

...  Reader   ...

Before climbing down from the watchtower, you see the two men hurry off in the direction of the smoke and flames. What just happened?

Your knees are wobbly, belly fluttering, all the way home. Did he just...?

The headquarters are silent. Not a soul left because they’ve all hurried out to do their job. Kissed...I kissed him?

“Ah, right on time,” someone says from behind.

You don’t have time to face the speaker before a sharp pain crashes through your skull and turns off the world.

...  Benimaru   ...

Looking over the rubbles of what used to be the company’s favourite teppanyaki place, Benimaru accepts his men’s decision. They and Konro are insisting on staying with the men to help with extinguishing the last flames before clearing as much of the street as possible.

“We don’t need you for this, Shinmon,” the lieutenant smiles knowingly.

It’s strange. The explosion has taken out only the restaurant, creating plenty of chaos and unfortunately injuring a dozen people. No deaths – even the cook had managed to get out before the fire spread and the place blew up. It’s all...normal. No infernals. Just an unfortunate accident in a perfect, newly renovated kitchen.

“Konro...didn’t we help -” Benimaru begins.

The cheeky grin is gone, replaced with a somberness better suited for the situation. “Yeah. Finished last month.”

Asakusa is not connected to the Haijima Power Grid like the rest of Tokyo. Mostly, it’s powered by wood and fossil fuels with the exception of a water-driven generator for the hospital.

There had been no gas line installed for the kitchen. But this is a gas explosion.

“We’ll figure it out,” Konro assures, “now go.”

That’s the second time today someone’s told me to go. At least this time he’s excited for what’s waiting for him.

...

He can sense something’s wrong even before dodging through the curtained entrance. A sweetly pungent smoke curls through the air, bringing back memories from not long enough ago. Joker.

As expected, the lanky man is waiting, leaning against the wall and his hat hanging on the coat rack as if it belongs there. No greeting, no explanation as Benimaru sits down and removes the heavy boots, noting mentally that the uninvited guest already has done the same. [Y/N] hasn’t invited him in?

The building is silent as the grave and no one comes to greet them as they walk to the kitchen where the captain fills the kettle and places it on the stove. The fire inside is almost dead, but it’s nothing a few logs and a flick of the fingers can’t fix.

Maybe she’s asleep, that’s why she hasn’t shown up, he tries to calm himself.

“I’ll be right back,” Benimaru mutters.

“She’s not here.”

What? He can feel it in his bones that it’s true. “What makes you say that?”

“I checked every room.” Joker has made himself comfortable at the end of the table where Benimaru normally sits. “She’s gone. I thought you’d protect her.”

He wants to scream, wants to punch the lights out of the guy who’s relaxing as if nothing’s wrong, wants to tear up the city if it could just bring [Y/N] back. It won’t. The captain breathes it out through his nose and unclenches his fists.

“If you cared that much, why’d you not let her stay with you?”

“Not my decision.”

“...but you care and you know where she is,” Benimaru states with a growl.

The purple, hypnotic eye reveals nothing as it stares back unflinchingly. Though different in stature, the men are evenly matched and there’s no denying the Joker has a confident swagger albeit it being a bit off-putting for people who can’t appreciate the art of taking their time to think. Konro would approve. There’s no saying what the girl in the middle of this mess would, and the uncrowned king of Asakusa doesn’t want to consider it.

A polite cough brings his attention back to Joker.

“Water’s boiling...do you want it any hotter?” the jackass grins.

Could test it by throwing it at you. Of course, Benimaru doesn’t do that but occupies himself with tea making while he waits for the other to talk. Eventually, he slams down steaming cups for both of them and sits down.

“Talk.”

[semicielo]

Benimaru with female prompt list 31

«God, I missed you with Benimaru Shinmon»

⇢A/N: thanks for participating in the event!, every Benimaru request make my fingers move with no control because of how much I love him, hope you like this (:

⇢ 𝟹𝟶𝟶 ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ [𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬]

Pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x Fem! Reader.

Genre: fluff.

Type: scenario.

Benimaru was pissed because of the captain reunion, he just wanted to be homed testing, minding his own business, instead he was trapped in this event full of nonsense.

On the way back to Asakusa Konro looked at Beni, the men had an annoyed sight, and he was a hundred percent sure it wasn’t only for the captain reunion, sometime else was bothering him.

“Waka, what’s on your mind?”

Benimaru sigh, his arms were crossed in his chest and he was looking at the front.

“I forgot about the reunion”

“I knew that” he gave Beni a relaxed smile “but there’s something else”

“(y/n) you know her?”

“She’s the one that bake the traditional desserts right?”

“Uhum, she asked me to help her go shopping and carry some things, she was buying a lot of flour for Taiyaki and Dangos, she told me some other desserts but I don’t remember them”

“Well I bet she’s buying a lot, she made them for all Asakusa...”

“Uhum...”

“So...”

“She told me to go with her and help her, but I forgot about the reunion, and I have to sent a man to help her because it was getting late”

Konro was amazed, Beni really wanted to be with that woman and carry all the things she had to buy, and consider that the Captain has his lazy moments, Konro felt his chest warm.

“Perhaps...you may have feelings for her?”

Benimaru just let out air, (y/n) was know as the baker fairy of Asakusa, after every ritual she was there to give all of the citizens some traditional desserts, he got closer to (y/n) after she handle him a mochi, he was going to reject it because he wasn’t in the mood to eat candy, but she looked lovely with the light of the moon kissing her cheeks, that he ate the mochi, and it was delicious.

“I think so, the old lady also told me I should marry her, she said she saw me more on (y/n)’s bakery that doing anything else”

“Maybe you should go to her bakery?”

“I’m going, I have to see if the man I sent helped or no”

Konro was happy for his friend, Beni found love.

ஓ๑♡๑ஓ

Arriving to Asakusa he walked straight to (y/n) bakery, but before, he saw the same old lady.

“Marry her Benimaru-Chan, it’s getting late for you, and you need to have your own childs”

Of course she would say that, responding an “I will think about it” he continue waking, the bakery was closed but he opened the door, most likely (y/n) was baking something, entering the place he found the girl in the kitchen kneading something.

He was behind her, and without notice it he wrap his arms in her waist, (y/n) jumped for the surprise for the sensation of Benimaru’s chest make her feel calm.

He hugged her tight and smelled her hair, sweet.

“God, I missed you”

“Same” she giggled.

“Did the man I sent you helped?”

“Yep, but he wanted my number, so I had to tell him I’m taken”

“That bastard I’m making his training lessons harder” his voice tone was a mixed of tired and pissed.

“Don’t have to, are you sleeping here?”

“maybe, I’m tired, and I think Konro’s know about us”

“About you love me or that we are a couple?”

[yuzuriha-sayori]

Hey hun💕 Could I please request a SFW Benimaru x Reader firework festival one shot, where Benimaru tries to win the giant rabbit plushie at one of the game stalls for reader? Love you 😊

I got way too carried away with this 😭 be it my first request, btw THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 💕💕💕 but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW where Benimaru tries to win a giant rabbit plushie for x reader!

Watashi no Usagi

"Waka, it seems the kids have brought a guest." Konro began as he entered through the noren of Company 7's Guardhouse, using the back of his hand to push it out of the way. Orange light pierced in through where he entered, indicating night was just a few hours upon them.

"Aah?"

Lazy crimson eyes darted to the entrance where the tall Lieutenant appeared, but he had moved himself to his right in order to make way for incoming. The captain sat on the genkan step with furrowed brows and pursed lips. "Tch, what did these little rugrats drag in this time?"

Laughter and squeals bubbled loudly with their fast approach as the twins, Hika and Hina came running in, pulling another person in each hand right through the cloth entrance.

The young girl stumbled in, surprised in the strength of these two kids that she had no time to react well. She wore a thick silk deep blue kimono with sleeves long enough to potentially graze the ground. A light purple juban could be seen and was matched with a similar colored obi, with blue wisteria decorating the sash.  Slightly disoriented, she struggled to catch her footing and teetered side to side a bit before righting herself looking up and taking in her surroundings.

'Oh no,' she thought. These youngsters dragged her right into the den of the beast. The Destroyer of Asakusa. While he had a good reputation among the townspeople as the Captain of Company 7, he was also known to be rowdy at bars, and very ill mouthed.

"S-S-Sumimasen!" She quickly blurted out, bowing unnecessarily low. Her [h/c] spilled over her shoulders as she did so. After quite some silence, she cautiously glanced up, her big [e/c] eyes meeting his slightly displeased ones. One eye a crimson circle, the other with a crimson X. 'He's quite handsome...' She could feel the heat of embarrassment on the tip of her ears.

"Hika. Hina." The raven captain spoke very blunt, not taking his eyes off the stranger that was dragged into the guardhouse. The sudden words made the stranger's shoulders jump. "What did you two bring in here?"

"Ahaha.." Hina sheepishly laughed while both the twins ran to jump on his shoulders. "Hika and Hina brought a friend for tonight!" Hika exclaimed, dangling from his left shoulder, while Hina was climbing up the right.

"For tonight?" The young man's eyebrow twitched in confusion and seemingly slight exhaustion. These kids really knew how to be a handful. The girl, still bowing, uprighted herself. She began to speak, her lips barely parting open before being interrupted by the very tall man standing to her left.

"The festival tonight. The one you promised the girls you'd take them to." The Lieutenant spoke. He then turned to the girl with a gentle smile, and a wink after saying, "I'm assuming they brought a friend in case our young master decided to ditch." The girl gave a small giggle, visibly relaxing just a smidge.

"I'm Sagamiya Konro, the Lieutenant of Company 7. That brazen young man over there is our captain, Shinmon Benimaru. Forgive him for his rudeness, he lacks a bit of tact. What is your name young miss?"

"M-My name is [l/n] [f/n]." She said softly, giving a more proper and curt bow than the one she did earlier. Konro's eyes lit in realization, "Ah is that so? You're [l/n] Shiyou's daughter correct?" She nodded in response.

"The girls started visiting for mother's cooking whenever she makes yakitori for the hikeshi. She doesn't like to stay home during the rebuilding, so she rides with father and cooks for the men during their breaks." The girl gave a small smile to the man in front of her, but he still didn't seem to understand.

"Who the hell is [l/n]?" Benimaru, still sitting on the genkan steps, grumbled. Something told him maybe he should know, but he didn't really care too much about it. It was clearly evident with how he ignored how proper the young girl was dressed.

"Waka," Konro said sternly, eyes locked on the shorter male, "it would do you well to at least be courteous with the young miss. After all, her father runs the business that keeps us supplied with materials. You know, the ones needed to rebuild homes and the shops of our town after they're demolished every other day."

Ack, well this was going to be one hell of an evening. He didn't care much for respect, but Shinmon Benimaru was going to have to do at least some tongue biting. "I guess it would be...rude not to escort the old man's daughter around during a festival. After all..." He looked away and let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with mild irritation, "I do owe that old fart quite a lot."

----

"Yaaaaaay! Festival time! Festival time! Hika and Hina are gonna eat all the candy!" The twins chimed while jumping up and down off the sleeves of Benimaru's yukata. The sun was beginning to set and they were making their way to the festival. The lights could be seen glowing over rooftops of Asakusa just a few blocks away.

"Oi, don't tug on the sleeves, they might tear with all the weight you two have eaten in snacks already." The captain complained and he pried them off of the navy blue cotton sleeves. Konro, walking behind him, wore one of matching color.

Hina puffed her cheeks, "Not our fault you take forever getting ready."

"We got hungry!" Hika stuck her tongue out. "No candy for you then!"

"I don't like sweets anyways." Benimaru retorted. "Konro, where did the brat say she was going to meet us?"

Konro let out a deep sigh, "By the mask stall if I remember correctly." He'd mainly came along to make sure his captain didn't lose the kids but he was more concerned with Benimaru causing problems with [y/n].

"I guess your memory isn't going just yet," Benimaru joked while pointing in front of him. The joke earned a smack to the back by his Lieutenant but Konro looked in the direction his captain was pointing in and spotted [y/n] waiting patiently. She was standing in front of a mask stall at the beginning to one of the entrances set up for the festival.

"I wonder how long we've kept the poor girl waiting." Konro jest, walking up beside Benimaru and giving him a slightly disapproving frown.

"Tch. I got it, I got it." Benimaru made his way over to the young lady waiting. "Sorry..." He managed to get out, "I took too long finding my yukata."

She gave a small yet soft smile, something that was becoming usual for her, he noticed. "It's okay. I wasn't waiting long. Besides, I'm glad you were able to find it. It looks good on you." She hadn't realized how that could come off and she immediately flushed red after understanding their positions.

Benimaru however seemed unfazed. Though, he did give her outfit a scan and noticed it was fairly...appealing? She wore her [h/c] hair up in a loose bun, a mahogany wooden hairstick with a glass lotus at the end of it with jewels dangling. Her yukata was a light pink decorated with darker pink lotus and tied with a similar color sash. He had to avert his gaze after noticing he was staring rather long.

"Lets go." He said and pursed his lips, walking onto festival grounds. [Y/n] followed along after grabbing both Hika and Hina's hands. They had ran up to her with hands out to her. Konro felt as if it was going go be a looong evening for him.

The beginning of the festival was filled with much food consumption. Mainly by the twins. They made it a point to stop at almost every food stall they could.

"[Y/n] try this! They only have these during festivals!" Hina had a small brown puff on a toothpick. What appeared to be an octopus appendage stuck out in the cooked dough. [Y/n] bent down and opened her mouth for Hina to feed her was was delighted and the sweet and savory ball of goodness.

"Mmm it's delicious! This isn't a flavor from here is it?" [Y/n] gushed, her cheeks pink in pure happiness.

Benimaru had been watching the whole thing, and while the girls droned on about food, he kept watching her. The way her lips closed around the takoyaki and the way her cheeks puffed up as she chew. She kinda resembled...a rabbit. When [y/n] looked up at him, to ask if he wanted to try one too, he jerked his head away.

She looked slightly downcast but he didn't want her to see his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Just for being caught staring. It was impolite to stare, he told himself. He didn't want to acknowledge the real reason for it. 'I'm too grown to be acting like a teenager.' Had Konro heard those words, he'd have probably shot the sake he was gingerly sipping on right out his mouth.

"Shinmon-sama, won't you try one?"

Benimaru's head snapped back. [Y/n] was looking up at him with her big [e/c] eyes while holding a takoyaki up to his mouth. Not close enough to threaten his personal space, but just close enough that it was too inviting not to eat. Especially from her.

"Tch, fine." He said while opening his mouth and taking the small streetfood into his mouth. [Y/n] beamed. She thought maybe he didn't like her, but that feeling was slowly going away.

"[Y/n] look, look! Toys!" Hika and Hina chimed, tugging on the taller girl's sleeves. The [h/c] haired girl looked up and saw a booth that had toys lined up in several shelves. People were walking away with all sorts of arrangement of toys. The two younger girls darted for the booth and the three adults followed before someone tried to grab them. For the safety of whoever would try to, the two males hoped no one would dare.

"Step right up. Step right up. You have 3 chances to hit your target. Who would like to go first?" The stall owner boasted loudly.

Hika and Hina almost exploded in excitement but Konro stopped them. "This is [g/n]'s first time to an Asakusa festival. You should let her try first. Afterwards, I'll let you two try as many times as you can in 10 minutes." 

"Okay!" The twins exclaimed, fire in their eyes.

"I guess I'll go first." [Y/n] said nervously while stepping up and dropping a few coins into the older stall keeper's hands. He handed her three white balls. They weren't that heavy and probably wouldn't knock down the giant pink bunny plushie she'd been eyeing. "I still have to give it a shot..." She mumbled.

Pklunk. "Darn it." Pklunk. "For the love of..."  Pklunk. "Hmmmm...." [Y/n] hummed loudly in slight frustration. She'd hit her targets. But the balls didn't have enough force to even make the giant plush move one bit.

"Sorry missy, better luck nex--" [y/n]  slapped more money into his hand as he tried to shrug in a 'sorry' gesture. She was not leaving without that plush. Benimaru, who had given up hiding the fact he'd been eyeing her, let out of 'hmmph' of amusement.

Again, she didn't make any knock the pink bunny down. Paying for another round, she furiously threw two out of the three balls at it and they just bounced off and to the ground. "Son of a fuck--"

"Ah our little 'Oujo-sama' can have a potty mouth." Benimaru mused at [y/n].

[Y/n] shook a little before turning to glare at the man a good bit taller than her, the bottom rim of her eyes slightly red from tearing up and cheeks puffed from holding ber breath in frustration. "Pffffttt" He couldn't hold back laughing and [y/n] was so close to smacking him had he not slipped his fingers into her hands and gently pry the last white ball from her fingers. This action caught her so off guard, she almost really did stop breathing.

"The pink rabbit right?"

[Y/n] nodded in defeat and watched as Benimaru lined the ball up. Holding it like a marble ready to shoot. With an audible flick, it shot from his hand, right into the pink rabbit's face.  He knocked it over with so much force, a normal person might've had whiplash...or a very ugly bruise.

Eyes wide in surprise, [Y/n] squealed. Once handed the plush, she burried her face on the top of it's head and spun around. It was a little more then half her height. After letting out most of her excitement, she looked up and smiled warm up at Benimaru. "Thank so much, Shinmon-sama."

A blush began creeping up his neck as he looked away again, "I didn't want you to start crying and scaring all the kids away." He proclaimed. [Y/n] was beginning to feel that his rudeness quite often times might be a little misunderstood. She hoped at least. "Oh, and you can call me by my first name."

"Benimaru-sama?" She said taken by surprise. She wasn't the only one though. The crimson eyed man wasn't ready for her to use his first name so quickly that he couldn't hide the instant unsettling blush on his face. He stormed off down the street in confusion.

"W-Wait!" [Y/n] exclaimed. She turned to Konro and the twins. The lieutenant gave a gentle flick of his hand, as if signaling for her to make her way after his captain. "I have to help these girls carry all the toys they're about to siphon out this poor man." [Y/n] gave a confused expression but turned and darted after Benimaru.

"Hehehe. Hina and Hika are gonna take all these toys!" They dropped all their money on the counter and collected as many balls that could sit on the counter. The sounds of toy after toy hitting the ground echoed past several neighboring stalls as the twins windmilled ball after ball at the wall of toys. The poor stall keeper huddled in the corner shaking in fear, for these balls came flying with more force then he'd ever seen in his life. 

Konro gave a tired and strained smile. He was going to have a lot of carrying to do.

----

"Please wait up!" [Y/n] called out. Benimaru turned to glance at her before continuing to make his way away from the lights and crowd of people. "Then hurry up, the fireworks are about to start soon."

[Y/n] faltered in her dash towards him. A smile spread on her face. "O-Oh okay!" She followed him towards a hill with not quite so many trees. One with a clear view of the sky. He sat down with his legs crossed, not waiting for her to sit down first. [Y/n] smoothed the fabric of her yukata behind her and sat next to him, still clutching her overly large rabbit. Her face burried in it's head.

The first pop of a firecracker shot up in several colors. A basic round one in colors of red, blue, and green. There where sparkles of excitement in [Y/n]'s eyes that Benimaru couldn't keep his eyes away from. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"I think I'll name him Bunnymaru." She giggled and turned back to the fireworks that started coming in more frequent succession. She turned just in time to miss his eyes go wide in surprise, his neck, ears, and face a red so bright that he thought he might actually overheat.

"Tch. Whatever."

As much as he wanted to focus on the fireworks, he kept stealing glances at [Y/n]'s excited face. She was much more like a rabbit herself. In one day, he had noticed she was nervous, skittish, but really bubbly. A bubbly he didn't hate that much.

"My rabbit." He mumbled just as more fireworks sounded off, masking his words. Much to his relief. He didn't mean to say 'my' and he nearly choked in realization. He glanced at [y/n] again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in his usual expression as he watched her enjoy the display in the sky.

'Ah what the hell,' he sighed inwardly, 'It won't hurt if she was...'

[tarithenurse]

Spark - 10

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Feels, angst, sadness, conspiring. Maybe I forgot to proof. A/N: Please reblog? Even if it’s not to get tagged. Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog <3 Thanks to those who have already <3

10. Charred

...   Konro   ...

Age is relative, or at least that’s the cliches old people tend to tell the young ones whenever something sets them apart. Konro has been old for three or four years now, and while he’s felt it physically from time to time due to the tephrosis and fatigue it has never really set him apart from the others in their daily activities. He misses doing his part when it comes to bringing peace to the poor souls that combust, but there are other ways to contribute. The twins see him as a sort of uncle (a role he gladly accepts under condition of adding a bit of responsibility). And Beni...Benimaru is the younger brother and friend anyone would wish for.

Right now, Konro is climbing the rungs to the wooden tower overlooking Asakusa in search of the reluctant captain. From up high, the district lays sprawled out like a patchwork of earthy and oceanic hues interspersed by trees. Most homes are marked by tendrils of smoke from the kitchens which undoubtedly carries the scent of the upcoming meal.

“You’re spending an awful lot of time up here the last few days,” Konro comments knowingly as he sits down, “almost like you’re trying to avoid something...or someone...”

“Hm.”

A tit lands on the railing, eyed the men suspiciously before puffing up its red body to clean the feathers. Watching it, Konro knows better than to push his friend – everything is thought through carefully before he speaks.

“Say,” Beni breaks the silence after a dozen minutes, “do you remember the little infernal saying anything?”

Talk? “The one [Y/N] was hugging that day? It’d be the first I heard about it.”

“Thought so.”

Whatever the reason behind it, it’ll be revealed in due time.

Since their first encounter with the girl, Konro has entertained himself by noticing the effects she has on the  normally stoic guy – she gets under his skin in a way no one else is capable of and the lad is surprisingly often distracted – and has been pleased to note that there’s been no relief since [Y/N] returned.  

On the railing, the tit ruffles its feathers into place, glares one last time at the men, and takes off over the rooftops below. Everything seems peaceful...which Konro knows is likely a deceptive feeling considering the existence of a pair of twins.

...   Reader   ...

They’re always nearby, the twins. Without bothering with hiding themselves, the girls trail you whenever possible to satiate their curiosity. Maybe Shinmon’s too. It’s the idea that he has put them up to it that makes you want to shoo them away or find something to do where they can’t hover nearby, whispering. One of the reasons you don’t shoo them away is the knowledge that you need this safe haven so you better behave.

Still: going down the hallways, there is always a distinct pitter-patter of little feet which echoes painfully in your heart. The giggles floating around the corners tickles memories you’d much rather stay asleep, tucked away and numb except when sleep holds you hostage at night until you wake from the pain in your soul.

Maybe...maybe if one day I stopped running and hiding...maybe I wouldn’t have to remember anymore.

The thought is not entirely new to you. It’s invaded your mind at the darkest of times when you went hungry and tired after, again and again, having had to abandon a place you’d called home for a while, but now it holds a different meaning because maybe...maybe I can make new memories?

The four steady inhabitants of the firehouse make up a makeshift family – the core of Company Seven – and at least one of them makes you feel safe for the first time since you whispered goodbye to your dads, knowing they wouldn’t hear it.

...  Benimaru  ...

He could ask the twins what [Y/N] uses the days on when she’s not engaged with some chore or hanging out with Konro. He could. But there’s such a thing as pride and it’s making sure Benimaru keeps his distance even if the image of her face is nearly constantly on his mind, the stubborn pull of the corner of her mouth as bothersome as it’s admirable.

At least he has gotten more to go on after the document had been circulated to all the districts’ companies. A touching article about a broken family’s search for their long-lost daughter, a hope that they will not have to accept that both children are gone forever. Clearly, the thing is fabricated with a different thought behind it and the fathers are likely oblivious to this, preferring instead to believe that the government actually have their backs in their scramble to reconnect with [Y/N].

They might get to see her briefly if the plan pays off. Might.