#do NOT ask narumi what soichiro was doing in the bedroom while he's deep inside of you- he's trying his hardest to ignore his presence gkıh

[voidcat]

notes: implied power imbalance, ex!hoshina soichiro, glossed over kinda but both him and reader are a bit weird about one another

Soichiro pats your head and always talks in a tone different than he uses for others. Cooes at you, talks like he’s guiding you through something or protecting you— cherry on top, though is how he'll look at you, really look at you, no more of that condescending of infantilzaing behavior, eyes open and you can see his pupils- like a predator's yet something akin to warmth, the most kindness he could even gather.

he pats you on the head and looks, "you still that innocent little kid with those big curious eyes, y'know?" and along the lines you can hear him ask silently, 'what do you want from me one last time?'

it's been years and it it still the same, if you could calculate how long you've spent with one another, as something- acquaintances, maybe- perhaps friends if you decided to expand the borders of the term. for someone you've known for so long, the time spent together is so little, yet none of it is up for comparison. not when you know the years inbetween he kept an eye on, and you always had an ear in the open, waiting for any mention of his name in the passing. the invisible hand that always reaches out from behind the shadows and that serpentine smile etched onto your memory forever.

maybe to the untrained eye, it'd appear soichiro will forever hold this power over you- that comes with all difference between your ranks once, with experience, age and everything else. yet the leash stands in your hand, his hand wrapped around yours tightly, offering it to you on golden platter with that smile always creating a storm at the pit of your stomach.