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ryescapades · 3 months ago

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serene | ichikawa reno (kaiju no. 8)

a/n: done so many fics for narumi and hoshina, gotta give some love to our best boy reno too :> a little bit inspired by a scene from booktok gn!reader (implied long hair tho), fluff

"knew i'd find you here,"

the sudden voice shakes you out of your reverie, sending you crashing back to reality. swiveling around, you catch the sight of reno approaching where you're standing by the railings at the rooftop of tachikawa base.

"why are you here, reno?" you ask as he stands in front of you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. "why are you? couldn't sleep as well?" he counters with that sweet boyish grin you've always found yourself shamelessly admiring at any given chance.

"something like that," you reply with a smile of your own before turning back around and prop your arms on the metal railings, eyes straying back to gaze at the starry sky. the breeze that night was but the wind in calm meditation, rustling your hair in a gentle wave.

taking the opportunity, reno leans his head against the back of yours, resting some of his body weight on you until you could feel the heat of his chest pressing on your back. twirling some strands of your hair in his finger, he murmurs, "i've only ever seen you with your hair up during missions and trainings."

you hum quietly into the night, "do you like it down?" and when the shy whisper of a "yes," enters your ears, you couldn't help the way your chest flutters at that small affirmation.

"hm, interesting. i guess you just have to see me more often when we're not working then," you halfheartedly joke, yet your underlying intention does not go unheeded by someone as smart and attentive as him.

you wonder if it's because of that subtle brazenness in your words, but you're really trying your best to not visibly shudder when reno slowly sneaks his hands under your jacket, running gentle thumbs in small circles on the bare skin of your hips.

"maybe i will. does everyday sound good?" he questions in that low, silky voice of his that has you internally screaming into the void, butterflies erupting in your belly as you bite your lip to suppress the growing smile.

"yeah, everyday sounds perfect,"

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fairy-writes · 5 months ago

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Could you do Reno with falling in love with his future s/o? Such as how would he be acting and such. Idk if I am doing this right

LOOKING BACK IN TIME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Ichikawa Reno x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Civilian!Reader, Confessions, Reminiscing, Reader is implied to be shorter than Reno

Notes: Reno and Reader are in their 20s in this!

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“Hey, Reno?” You say as you look up from your various papers scattered across your desk.

Wedding planning was a pain.

Reno looks up from his own papers with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes?” He asks, and you rub between your eyebrows.

“Remember when we first met?” At that, he gets up and meanders his way over to your side, where you’re looking at old photos to put up during the wedding reception.

There are photos of your first date, photos of your engagement, and photos of your accomplishments. There are photos of Reno in his dress blues from the Defense Force, of all his service accomplishments, everything. There are photos from all points in your life, but you made sure to emphasize moments with the both of you.

“��Course I do. It’s a day I’ll never forget.” He said, leaning down to kiss your hairline. Ever since your engagement, his affection has grown tenfold. He was always pressing a kiss to your cheek, lips, or hand, or always had a hand in yours or on the small of your back when walking. Sleeping together at night is also filled with him holding you tight, so wiggling is pretty much futile.

You lean back against his waist as he casually lifts you up and settles you in his lap as he sits down.

“Would you mind telling me?” You say, and he chuckles,

“Why do you like this story so much? You were there!” He teases, and you lace your hands with his against your stomach. He squeezes your entwined fingers gently.

“I like hearing you talk about what you felt. It makes me happy.” You say, and he sighs, but it isn’t unhappy. It’s almost embarrassed.

“Well… I had just gotten hired at Monster Sweeper Inc.…”

Your name being called was what broke you from your work.

You flip your visor up, where it’s covered in kaiju blood and ichor, and look to see your coworkers approaching you. It was still early in the morning, but Monster Sweeper Inc. was supposed to get this kaiju disposed of by the end of the week, so you had headed out early.

“Working early now, are we? Are you trying to get overtime?” Mitsuike Ichitaka called up where you were setting down your chainsaw and heading down to meet them.

“Of course I am! That’ll mean my paycheck is nice and fat this time. Plus, you know I’m always down for overtime.” You shoot right back and hop the last few feet off the kaiju leg onto the concrete.

It was then that you realized there was someone new in your midst.

He was your age, with silvery white hair and violet eyes. He looked mostly unfazed, but you could tell the smell of decomposing kaiju was slowly getting to him. It usually did for those just starting out.

Maybe Kafka had an extra pair of nose plugs to lend him. He was typically prepared like that.

Everyone noticed you looking at the new guy, and Ichitaka piped up again,

“This is Ichikawa Reno! He starts today!” He said and introduced Ichikawa to you by saying your name. You peeled off a glove and extended it for him to shake.

“Nice t’ meet you!” You chirped, and he nodded,

“I look forward to working with you.” He said formally, and you let out a loud laugh,

“No need to be so formal, Ichikawa. We’re practically the same age!”

Reno watched as you revved your heated chainsaw to cut through part of the bone of the massive kaiju before them. He had been put on intestine work and was grateful for any break he received.

“You checking them out again?” Hibino Kafka teased, and Reno flinched in surprise. For someone so large, he was quiet when he wanted to be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbled and flinched again when Hibino threw an arm around his shoulders with a loud laugh.

“Of course you do! C’mon, it’s your first day, and you already have a crush!” He poked at Reno’s side in jest.

“Kafka!” You shouted from atop the monster's corpse, and the two of them froze in their bickering to look up at you. You hoisted your chainsaw up to rest against your hip, “You better not be picking on the new guy!” You chastised, and Reno watched as Hibino paled as you revved the chainsaw again and got back to work.

He thinks that was the first time he fell in love.

“You fell in love when I threatened Kafka with a chainsaw?” You look up at him, where he’s playing his video game. The two of you have taken a break from planning and moved to the front room. You sit in between his legs as he navigates his first-person shooter game. He hums and snipes an enemy.

“I think that’s when my crush on you first started. You looked really hot with it in hand.” He mumbles, cheeks flushing as he thinks back about it.

You begin to giggle, reaching to pause his game before getting on your knees and turning to face him. You cup his cheeks and kiss each one, then his forehead, then his nose, before he eventually drops his controller and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You keep missing.” He says softly and you grin before kissing him on the mouth.

Reno is gentle, almost overly so. He kisses you fervently yet is as gentle as the snow falling outside. His hands are calloused from years of holding a weapon to defeat kaiju, and you can feel a few old scars underneath his cotton t-shirt where you’re gripping his shoulders.

The two of you pull apart but are still close enough for his nose to brush yours.

“Tell me more stories.” You whisper against his mouth and feel his lips twitch into a small smile.

“What do you want to know?” He asks, and you shrug, handing him his controller as he begins to play again.

“What made you ask me out? I remember what I felt, but I don’t know what you were feeling at the time.” You say after a moment of thought.

That makes Reno go silent for a moment.

“I think it was right before the Defense Force exam…”

Reno couldn’t help but scuff his sneakers against the concrete.

You had agreed to meet him.

The sun was setting, the work day was long over, but everyone was gathering for drinks. Or at least those who were of drinking age were. You and Reno were somewhat excluded. Instead of drinking alcohol, you had mocktails or other drinks of your choice.

But he had asked you to meet him outside in a few moments to talk about something serious. He didn’t tell you what. Part of him wondered if you knew what he wanted to ask you. You were perceptive like that.

“Ichikawa?” Your voice makes him duck his head as if expecting a blow. He wasn’t quite sure why. You would never hit him; at least, you wouldn’t unless it was a friendly swat on his shoulder.

“You actually came outside.” He said, and you cock your head to the side,

“Why wouldn’t I? You said it was serious.” You replied. Your hair is washed out in the moonlight. The noise from the pub beside you died as the two of you mutually decided to go for a walk.

He itched to hold your hand. Itched to cradle it in his fingers to feel the callouses from the tools of your job. Or would your hand be smooth? You always wore gloves even when it wasn’t required, and he often saw you putting on lotion during breaks.

“Ichikawa? What did you want to talk about?” You asked when you were about a block away from your coworkers and the pub.

“Reno.” He said and saw you frown,

“Huh?”

“I—” He cut himself off and fidgeted with his fingers. “I want you to call me Reno.” He mumbled and watched as the words dawned on you.

And then you smile brilliantly, lighting up the sky brighter than the moon.

“I’m honored you want me to call you that. But was that all?” You said, and he shook his head.

“I also wanted to ask you something.” He said, stopped walking, turned to face you, and in a moment of boldness, took your hands in his. They were soft, softer than he thought they would be, and he caught a faint whiff of your floral lotion.

However, the moment he grabbed your hands, his mind went blank, and he forgot everything he had planned and practiced to say. So he stood there dumbly in silence.

At least until you spoke.

“Might I guess what you were going to ask me?” You asked lightly, and he finally nodded. A kind smile graces your lips, and he feels his ears and cheeks burn in embarrassment. In the three months he had known you, he had come to cherish your smile.

You finally speak after seemingly choosing your words carefully.

“Were you going to ask me on a date?” You asked, and he froze. Were you really that perceptive?

You would’ve made an excellent Defense Force officer had you wanted to apply. But you told him you had no such inclination to do so.

He finally nodded, and your smile grew.

“I’d love to.” You said, squeezing his hands.

“How did you know?” Reno asks after he finishes his story, and you shrug, eyes locked on the television.

“Kafka might’ve spilled the beans. But I wanted to hear it from you, so I never said anything until you asked to talk to me.” You reply, and he huffs.

“I knew I never should’ve told him anything.” He mumbles, and you just laugh.

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