#kaiju no. 8 x oc

[khunyuki]

I'm sorry I gotta give ya idea!!!! For your Kn8 story what if the third division and first division have to do a mission together but when Soshiro and Gen tough Kagami was in danger they were going in the same way but accidentally hit each other in the head which turned into an argument.

A funny mission scene I presume 😎😎😎😎

Nothing to be sorry about! I always love your ideas @imthecosmicbasball<3 Don't be shy to ask for more hehe I tried to make it funny but I'm not sure how it turned out😅 I hope you still enjoy it~

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Uzui Kagami x Narumi Gen

Masterlist: TOC

How hard can protecting someone be? To some people, it comes as easily as breathing like it's their second nature. To the JAKDF, it is their duty and responsibility to protect people from the harm brought by kaijus.

Hoshina Soshiro believes that he must eliminate the threat of kaijus to protect everyone even at the cost of his life.

Narumi Gen believes that since he is strong, there will be no one dying in his watch. (someone already did RIP Isao Shinomiya)

These two, when it comes to the person they like, will go inside the kaiju's den just to save them. Either portraying a prince charming in a white horse or a chivalrous knight in shining armor.

=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=

The First and Third Divisions going on a mission together was kind of a rare occasion as they both have designated areas assigned to them. Even on a large scale, it would consist of the whole Eastern Division or the entirety of the Defense Force. The only chance for that to happen is when they are present at the same place at the same time.

It was a normal day, at least that's as normal as it can get for the JAKDF with no kaijus in sight. The Third Division was once again invited to the First Division to train when the alarms set off. In an instant, they dropped everything and prepared to head out.

"Why do you guys have to come too?! This is a mission for the First Division not the Third!"

Narumi Gen complained to his earpiece as he sat impatiently inside the car, his feet tapping rapidly. The recipient of the complaint was obvious to everyone.

"We're already at the same place at the same time, why not join forces to eliminate the threat faster?"

Gen could hear the annoying voice of his rival replying to him. He wanted rip his hair in irritation but he won't as having a bald spot would look uncool in the camera.

"Like hell I wanna join forces with you!!"

"Captain Narumi"

A familiar voice interrupted him before he could say any further. She was just calling his name but it somehow gave him chills on his spine.

"Please calm down"

To be honest, Kagami could say more things but decided not to as it's not really her place to reprimand her captain in public. There's a time and place for that. She could only hope he could understand that.

"Yes ma'am"

As if a telepathic connection was formed between them, Gen just shut up. He could only be grumpy even when that irritating laughter resounded in his ears, mocking him.

"The same goes for you, Vice Captain Hoshina"

"Hai~"

The laughter immediately stopped as soon as she mentioned his name. A smug smile formed in Gen's face as she also did the same to him. He thought there would be favoritism so he was grumpy but there wasn't.

The officers from both divisions, who could hear the entire conversation, couldn't help but snicker in amusement. Even the people from operations room were intrigued for they know of the rivalry and the power one person held between the two. To the First Division, it was a common occurrence, if not milder than usual. To the Third Division, it must've been quite a show to see their vice captain bend so much for a girl. Especially those present in his car could see the bright aura he's exuding.

=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=

The kaiju that appeared this time takes the form of a giant spider. The honju with level 7 intensity transverses around the vicinity with ease. Its yojus, at level 5 intensity is quite like the mushroom kaiju that appeared on the Third Division, are aplenty. It is quite an annoying opponent due to its ability to spew sticky, acidic webs from its venomous mouth.

Many inexperienced officers are caught in the web laid out by the spiders. Some of them, visibly creeped out at their fears thus leading to poor performances. Of course that doesn't stop the others from doing as much as they can.

"WAHAHAHA I've already neutralized 53 of them! Can you beat that Hoshina?!"

"Just 53? I've already killed 58"

"It's 63 now!"

"65"

"69"

"75"

"82!"

Majority of the yojus have been exterminated by the two, leaving their own squads with nothing to do. They even go as far as to neutralize other people's spoils leading to ire of some.

Kagami couldn't help but sigh at their petty rivalry as she eliminated the yoju in front of her. Their numbers are already thinning out yet she couldn't help but frown as if there was something wrong. The honju was already being handled by captain Ashiro so she has nothing much to do aside from not letting the yojus to slip from their grasp.

"Uzui squad have finished neutralization. Proceed to free up the disabled officers"

The mission was ending quicker than expected with the help of both division. Maybe it's because she wasn't used to it ending so quick that she's unsettled. She ordered her own squad to release their comrades from the binds, just like the others did. She, herself, is currently helping her officers caught in the web get out. The web made of unknown substance was as tough as steel yet incredibly sticky as it is acidic. One wrong move and she'll be unable to move as well.

She carefully slices away the threads to not hurt others from the unnecessary force. Thank god for the suits or it would've given them more casualties than not. The spider webs have been spewed out randomly and has also affected the building nearby, melting it down to its foundations. Rescuing seems to be harder than eliminating kaijus.

Rumblings and creaking could be heard from above and as she looked up, the building was close to toppling above them. She wasn't even half-way finished as the people she's trying to save are already panicking. Even the people from the operations room are slowly panicking.

"Platoon Leader Uzui, the building..."

"I know"

Kagami bit her bottom lip as cold sweat trickled down her temple. She's close to finishing. Just a bit more...

"Oh no! There's a stray yoju climbing! The building's toppling!"

"Platoon Leader Uzui! Platoon Leader Uzui!"

A loud crash could be heard at the area she was in along with a cloud of dust and then the signal was lost. The panicked commotion was heard by captain Narumi and vice captain Hoshina, who immediately stopped what they're doing and rushed away.

"Kagami!"

They both called out to the lady who was not responding at all. They were quite far from her location, as they were closer to the honju than hers. Using their suits to the limits just to arrive by her side. They blame themselves for not noticing it soon enough, preoccupied by their rivalry that it slipped their mind. They fear that it would be too late as they called out to her again and again, muttering curses under their breaths.

On their rush, they didn't even notice the approaching footsteps of the other as they turn the corner. They couldn't stop the momentum nor the speed of their sprint thus hitting their heads quite loudly.

"Why didn't you move away Hoshina, you bastard?!"

Narumi Gen rubbed his head to somehow relieve the pain from the impact. He must've hit it badly that its turning red and has formed a lump.

"You're the one who should've moved baka Narumi"

Hoshina Soshiro rubbed his own head as he couldn't hide his irritation at the man in front of him, the one who caused his injury.

"Maybe if you opened your eyes, you could see where you're going" "Maybe if you removed you hair from your face, you could see where you're going"

They both said at the same time as they glared at each other. This wasn't the time for this but it seemed like the concussion they got made them forget why they're running in the first place. They would've entered another round of bickering when Kagami's panting voice was heard on the earpiece.

"I'm okay! We're okay!"

There was a cough on the other side which brought them back to reality, their worries returning. A temporary truce was formed as they scolded the girl together.

"Kagami! You stay where you are, you suicidal woman!"

"E-eh?"

They both ran to her location, trying to overrun the other. No matter what happens, you can't remove the rivalry in their blood. Especially if it involves the person they like.

They could see the girl who was patiently waiting for them, on top of the ruined building. The officers she saved had long been given to the medic for treatment.

"I got here first!"

"No, it's me!"

"Not you, me!”

"Me!"

They repeatedly said they got there first as they arrived almost at the same time, which continued to confuse the woman.

'What even is happening?' Kagami thought as she witnessed the ongoing bickering between the two.

"I got here first, didn't I?!"

They turned to her as they realized that there was no end to claiming who got there first. Only a third party could know the answer.

"You both got here at the same time?"

Kagami didn't want to fan the fire as she saw the imaginary spark between the two as they glared at each other.

"Ummm..."

She didn't know what to do at the silence nor did she know the reason why they were there together. She wanted to ask but didn't really know where to start.

"Are you okay?"

They both turned to her again to ask for her wellbeing, looking all over her for any injuries. To which, she just let them be.

"I'm alright. We got away before the building could hit us. I even neutralized the yoju that did it"

That wasn't what they were talking about but if she was okay then it's fine. But still, she was reckless so they'll scold her. If there's one thing they could get along with, it would be the fact that her safety is the most important. She may not be a damsel in distress that needed saving but it wouldn't stop them from trying their best to protect her.

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

Anything > Human

Part 1

characters: rin shinonome x oc / fem!reader contains: NSFW but can easily skip the smut if that makes you uncomfortable and you won’t lose too much, big bro narumi, fluff fluff and more fluff, a taller rin because fuck you that’s why, some brief hints of a smau(?)/texts, slight displays of rin’s anger issues and a slightly jealous oc (if you squint) and a bit of a crybaby oc as well 💔 beginning is NOT a canon event but takes place after she’s attacked by no. 9 and saved and then goes into various flashbacks.

wc: aroooound 7.6k?? yeah i know- I KNOW okay? i’m out of control and i WOULD apologize but i’m not even close to being sorry (or done.)

a/n: you guys may be resistant to me but i will STILL be filling your yuri void even if only two of you read it! 🖤 also trying a new setup with these one-shots because i feel like it’s prettier! written with an oc in mind HOWEVER if you still want to read it as x reader you’re free to ignore all of that stuff just know you WILL be gen narumi’s younger sister regardless so have fun w/ that besties! 🖤

link to my kn8 ocs if you haven’t read it yet!

It was a horror movie. It was what I had had nightmares about since the moment I stepped on base for the first time. At some point I guess I should’ve expected it. A cataclysm with mass casualties and all I could do was pray that the ones I loved weren’t one of them. It was pure helplessness. Pure unadulterated helplessness.

As a medic you couldn’t afford to lose your cool though. There wasn’t time to cry or even to breathe, really. Your job was to save people. Arguably the most important people if you were a higher medic (which I had now landed myself the status of) still stationed on base caring for the wounded officers and determining if they were stable enough to go back to the battlefield or not.

Fuck, it was such a selfish thought; that I’d rather be on the front lines. I would’ve rather have been made into a crushed spectacle underneath layers and layers of rubble of the destroyed city instead. Anything to have had to see her flatline.

~

I’m convinced whenever someone you love dies, even if it’s just for a moment… their life flashes before your eyes too.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The first time I saw her, I think it was the universe’s way of trying to prove something to me. I had never believed in love at first sight. Infatuation maybe. Lust definitely. And maybe, in reality, that’s all it was. Still every time I snuck off to training behind my one way ticket in the know of most things, my older brother (dimwitted older brother but somehow still the captain), I caught myself staring at her. Losing track of almost every thought I currently had swirling in my head, besides the ones that she occupied. She seemed to train harder than the others, zipping around the track like a superhuman and benching more than some of the men. No matter what the activity though I always found some excuse to get myself involved.

In the first division my technical title was medic. My brother was lazy enough whenever it came to most things that weren’t brute force though I usually got roped into doing a lot of the technical jobs of captains. Even though as of now, it was starting to look like a mistake.

“Ummm, hello?? Earth to Iris.” My brother waved his hand in front of my slowly glazing over expression while I chewed on the end of my pen. “Did you come out here just to ogle? Because it’s fine if you did. I’m just saying I’d like a heads up first.”

“I’m not ogling… I’m concentrating.” I finally spoke up before giving my head a firm shake regardless as I tried to pull my eyes from the girl currently stretching out on the track.

“On what? Ass? Tits? Or are you more of a gentlewoman and you’re just focused on her eyes?” He questioned before snatching my notebook clean from my hands causing me to scramble up to my feet with a start. “Wow, you are such a total creep.” He snickered down at the ink sketches occupying most of the page alongside the various pieces of officer names and their current distance and times.

“Give that back, you asshole!!” I exclaimed with a groan, pathetically attempting to jump up after the notebook that he currently dangled way above my head. “Before I get Hasegawa on you!”

“Oooh, Hasegawa I’m so scare- what the hell, Iris?!” He yelped the moment I sent my foot sailing into his shin causing him to drop the notebook right to where I could yank it from his hands.

“Just because I’m not an officer doesn’t mean I don’t know how to pack a punch!” I huffed, only relishing in a few seconds of victory before I noticed him launching forward to chase after me. His long legs making it infinitely easier for him to do so.

“Okay, we can test to see who’s the strongest if you really wanna do that-”

“No, no I don’t, I told you I forbid you from chasing me!” I exclaimed as I tried to take off at a faster rate only causing me to trip over my own two feet the moment I tried to curve around somebody else. Landing me right behind, of course, the woman of the hour.

“Really? You’re gonna chicken out in front of my best platoon leader?” He teased, my cheeks as red as roses as I nervously shoved myself up to my feet while clutching my notebook to my chest for dear life.

“Ummm… no, no I’m not-”

“C’mon, I hardly think that’s a fair fight, don’t you, captain?” Rin’s voice was smooth as she took a sweeping step in front of me, my head coming straight to the height of her shoulders as she did so.

“Maybe so, but that’s what makes it fun, don’t you think, Shinonome?” He asked just before shooting me a knowing smirk from over her shoulder which only caused me to glare back in response. “At any rate, I’m gonna head back in. You can let me know that data later on, shortstop, if you got it that is.”

“Shortstop?” Rin snickered before glancing back at me as I let out an annoyed groan.

“I hate it whenever he calls me that.” I grumbled.

“To be fair, he’s right. You are, well, short.” She added with another airy laugh as she took another step towards me. My muscles tensed in anxiety as I tilted my chin upwards to meet her gaze. All the while Gen’s frustrating and far more confident voice echoing in my mind, ‘If you like her that much, why don’t you just don’t talk to her?’ Now I was finally starting to realize why. She was intimidating as fuck. “Nice drawings of me by the way.” She covered my awkward silence with ease, my cheeks almost feeling like they were being set ablaze as I quickly swiped the notebook behind my back.

“Ummm, sorry I-I don’t know what you’re-”

“Sweetheart, he waved it around the whole track whenever he was holding it above your head.” She interrupted before I could make any more attempt to lie. And in that moment I thought this was it. Gen had embarrassed me countless amounts of times before, however out of all of them, this one might’ve been enough for me to want to make a break out of base and hide my face for the rest of my existence.

“I’m really sorry- I’m really- I- I know it’s creepy.”

“Don’t apologize.” She giggled before flipping back her already short hair as she folded her arms across her chest. “I think it’s cute that I have admirers.”

My expression almost saddened as I dropped my hands in front of me in slight defeat, the spiraling of the notebook biting into my hand as I sighed softly. “You’re a nice subject… I guess. You’re easy to draw, got great bone structure-”

“Keep talking and walk with me.” Rin grinned just before I felt her arm being swung around my shoulders making me jump for just a split second before she could lead me towards the exit of the track. “Tell me more about my striking beauty. What else do you love about me? Are you flustered yet? Charmed yet scared maybe?”

“Flustered? Usually. Scared? Definitely. Charmed? Still up for debate.” I answered with a little giggle as I watched her jaw drop in mock offense.

“Wow, gonna have to work harder then.” She said with a little wink that I was ashamed to say made my stomach do flip-flops. “Seriously though… can I see those? Like, actually see them?” She wondered with a gesture towards the notebook, and for the millionth time I could feel my heart clenching as I clutched the notebook almost protectively to my chest at the question. “It’s okay if not I just… thought I’d ask.” She said with a casual shrug, cool as ever as she whirled around to face me before leaning against the concrete wall that lead back inside.

“Oh- no… no, o-of course you can. Th-They’re of you anyways so- i-it’s only right you see the drawings the creepy younger sister of your captain drew of you.” I tried to laugh, cover up my general anxiety before passing over the notebook for her to take.

A soft little grin stretched across her face as she took the notebook in victory, “Atta girl.” Her words almost made me shiver, the true definition of ‘gay panic’ as my cheeks turned into a bright red.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she scanned over the pages, various doodles of her sketched across the paper from a detailed head shot, a darkened sketch of her back and side profile with her fierce eyes and gas mask complete with the rest of her combat suit. There was a medium sized image of her wielding her custom machine gun (that I had basically given up on drawing halfway through). And lastly the most recent sketch of her taller figure stretching out her shoulders at the start of the track.

I expected the worst in all honesty, already forming a pre-wince as I awaited her no doubt, probably negative response. But all I did was watch her eyes widen as she peered down at me with a slightly softened expression, “Iris, these are really good. Like- really really good. A-And I’m not just saying that because it’s me.” She said with a little giggle of her own, “Do you post any of your art at all or-?”

“Ummm, I did but- then people found out I was Gen’s younger sister and it blew up and I got anxious so… I ended up going private.” I voiced, gnawing on my bottom lip with a tiny shrug as she passed me the notebook back, already reaching for her phone tucked away in her pocket.

“You care if I follow it?” She questioned with a lifted brow, and if anything would’ve caused my heart to completely stop it was that. Her holding her phone out to me, instagram app already pulled up and logged in to her own very public account.

And against all of my better judgement I gulped an anxious lump down my throat and nodded, “Yeah, o-of course you can. Just- don’t show anyone else?” I asked, shaking fingers typing out the familiar username to my account before handing her phone back.

“I’ve got you.” She added with that same growing smile as she slid it back into her pocket. “Well, I’ve gotta run but… I’ll see you around, Picasso?”

“Yeah, for sure.” I answered, and I was certain my blush remained long after she dashed off.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The remainder of the weeks after that were quiet, and I nearly caught myself missing her. The usual struggle of being the person who was too scared to initiate anything themselves. She said ‘hi’ occasionally though. Dropped by the infirmary with mild injuries from past smaller missions. And I had definitely seen her profile pop up in my notifications since then. Her profile that I was of course already following on both of mine. Overall though, after the first conversation I caught myself longing for her a bit more than usual, and Gen must’ve had enough of hearing me whine about her.

“Hey, hey c’mon. You’ve gotta get to bed, lights out was a long time ago.” The feeling of a pair of hands on my shoulders made my eyes flutter open with a start, jumping at the sudden touch with a small gasp. I had dozed off in the library again it seemed, surrounded by a multitude of medical books, notes, and the lone sketchbook that had probably imprinted on the side of my face by now.

“R-Rin?” I questioned in a groggy voice as I lifted an ink covered hand to wipe at my eyes. “What are you- Wh-What time is it?”

“Your brother sent me to get you. I think he might have ulterior motives though.” She chuckled lightly just as I could feel her thumbs softly kneading into my tense shoulders. “Geez, are your shoulders always this tight?”

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve actually been relaxed honestly.” I murmured just as I was about to let my head drop back into my arms.

“No… no no no, we’ve gotta get you to bed, sweet girl. C’mon, I’ll help you.” She gripped my cheek with the utmost gentleness to lift my head before sliding a soft arm around my shoulders.

“W-Wait! Nobody can see this!” I exclaimed, darting out a hand to grip my sketchbook right at the last minute as she scooped me up into her arms. My hands shook as I tightened my arms around her shoulders, trying to keep my breath from being swept right out of my lungs as I finally felt her body so close.

We had only had subtle touches until now, despite the fact she was significantly more touchy than I expected her to be. A brush of the hands, a ruffle of the hair, her arm around my shoulders; but we had never been pressed together like this before. She smelled fancy, rich even, cherry and amber, seductive but gentle at the same time. The cyan tips of her asymmetrical hair barely brushing my forehead as I tilted my head upwards to look at her. But even that felt too difficult. Too impossibly heavy.

“You can lay on me, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” She stated, my eyes fluttering as I let my head drop against her.

The rest of the walk was a blur up until I felt my body being laid against my unmade bed. The departure of her warmth nearly made me want to dart my hand out to tug her back down with me. It felt like I had been dreaming of these moments for so long now, too long to let it go after such a short amount of time. “Rin… wait.” I hated how pathetic I sounded as I wrapped my hand around her wrist, just tired enough to be delusional as I caught myself attempting to pull her back towards the bed.

An anxious lump felt like it was growing in my throat as I pushed myself up to a sitting position with all of my strength. I fought sleep with everything in me, because the moment I was awake I wouldn’t have the courage to do this. I barely did now. “I- I need to talk to you about something.”

“Darling, you’re half asleep, we can talk in the morning.” She insisted, ever so responsible with anyone who wasn’t her as she gently placed her hands against my shoulders as if attempting to get me to lie back down. I was stubborn though, I tried to fight back, she wasn’t even using about an eighth of her strength though and she still could’ve pinned me directly to the bed if she wanted to.

My hands trembled as I pressed them firmly to her chest as if to get her to let up. However this time she did succeed in sweeping the air out of my lungs as my body hit the mattress once more. My eyes flew open in shock at the sight of her hovering over me, confirming about 15 different realizations I had made about myself in the course of a few seconds. “I-I like you!” I finally exclaimed the dreaded words, hearing the tremble in my voice that only spread to the rest of my body as I hugged my greedy hands to myself as if certain she’d be pushing me away anyways. I was too afraid to touch her. I was too afraid to be touched, wincing as if waiting for the absolute worse. “I- I’m sorry I- I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, wait-“ Rin muttered causing me to flinch for the millionth time as she placed a delicate hand against my cheek. “You know that I already know that, right?”

“You… You do?” I sniffled, tears of embarrassment already flooding my vision as I blinked up at her.

“Yeah, I’m not blind, baby.” She said with a weak and airy chuckle just before letting her eyes soften as she let out a heavy sigh. “Okay, scooch over.” My blurry eyes widened once more as if in shock this time, lifting a hand that still trembled up to my eyes in some attempt to dry them up before I could scoot closer towards the wall. Rin kicked her sneakers off before fitting herself right next to me, arms wide open for me to crawl into. “C’mere.”

I hesitated a moment, almost as if not understanding fully what she wanted me to do. Or maybe I was just still in shock. That someone I had liked for so long now was in my bed, holding her arms out for me. Her scent enveloped me all over again as I felt her arms wrapping around my body. It was such an unfamiliar position, her back lounged against the two pillows I always slept on, now replaced by her chest against my cheek. A soft rise and fall with each breath, the gentle thump of her heart nearly enough to lull me right back into whatever dream state I had been in before.

But my pathetic emotions seemed to win over it all. A wave of sobs finally pushing their way upwards now that my face was thoroughly muffled in her chest. I didn’t even know why I was crying. Why everything seemed to hit all at once as my hand curled into a trembling fist against her. Maybe I was scared. No actually, I was definitely scared. I was fucking terrified. To admit feelings like that to somebody who already felt light years ahead of you was the scariest thing in the world.

“Hey, look at me.” Rin spoke, careful hands moving only to cradle my face. And I hated how every little gentle touch made me want to cry even harder. Her eyes furrowing in concern as she brushed her delicate thumbs underneath my sore eyes. “Why are you crying, baby?”

“Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to feel like this for somebody else?” I questioned, almost reaching my hand upwards to brush away my tears on my own once more, before I realized hers were still there. “L-Let alone somebody like you?”

“Somebody like me?” She questioned with a perfectly sculpted brow. Even at 3 am whenever she was already dressed for bed she still seemed to be flawless.

“Rin, e-everybody wants you! Everybody throws themselves at you! Civilians, your own officers, even some of the goddamn platoon leaders, h-how do you not see it?!” I sniffled, letting my voice raise almost in frustration. Frustration for the world, frustration for myself… just not frustration towards her. Never towards her. All I was doing was getting myself worked up. Trying to justify every tearful overreaction that I seemed to exhibit, probably making myself seem like nothing more than a lunatic.

Nothing seemed to phase Rin though, watching her brows furrow as she sat back against the mound of pillows and crossed her arms. And I hated how much I wanted them back around me. “I do see it.”

“So h-how am I any different then?! H-How-”

“Because I don’t want them- I want you.” She replied as simply as ever, eyes seeming to scan me up and down just as she sat forward which nearly made me bristle in response.

I wrapped my arms around my body as if in a shield, my eyes widening in disbelief, blinking as if I had heard her wrong, hallucinated in some way. I certainly wouldn’t have put it past myself. “Wh- What?” Was the only word I could seem to get out, mouth still hanging open like an idiot. “D-Don’t just say that to make me happy-”

“I’m not really in the business of lying to people to make them happy.” She replied with a little flip of her already cropped hair before sliding her arms back around my waist. But this touch felt different. It was slower, more sensual, pressing her body directly against mine until there was no room in between.

I wasn’t even sure who kissed who first, just that I wasted no time reaching for her. Arms sliding around her shoulders as her lips finally pressed firmly to mine. Firm but gentle all the same. Protective but also in a possessive way. But I caught myself almost wanting it to be exactly that. A kiss of ownership, belonging, and after already a second I knew I didn’t want to kiss another pair of lips ever again.

Her fingers just barely grazed my bare skin as my shirt inched up ever so slightly. A touch that almost felt like an electric shock in the best way possible, goosebumps blooming along my skin with every place she touched.

Once more she pressed my body to the mattress below, the sight of her hovering over me nearly causing me to gasp as she shook off her zip up jacket. “Fuck.” I cursed, eyes probably widening to an embarrassing size as she only smirked in response before devouring my lips once again. The kiss grew deeper by the moment, hungry and needy. My own hands slipping up her bare arms, tracing the curves of her muscles just before I heard her soft moan against my lips. And I swore it nearly launched me into overdrive. I made her moan? I actually was able to make her moan?

“Rin-“ I whimpered her name almost in desperation the moment I felt the cool metal of a tongue piercing pressing into my own bare one. Tangling up together as if they were in the middle of some sloppy dance. I could almost feel her smirking against me at the response, the way I reacted to her touch as if I hadn’t ever been touched before. “Please…” I was barely able to get the words out in between kisses as the space in between my legs ached for contact. Ached for her to press her piercing elsewhere as an uncomfortable pool of need seemed to flood my core. “Rin.”

My breathing came out heavy as she broke away only to draw her lips along my jaw. A curious hand slipped up my shirt causing my breath to hitch as she drew her long fingers along my skin. As if she just wanted to torture me even more, “Please what? I need you to use your words, sweet girl.”

“I need you- I- please.” I felt so pathetic as I could barely even get the words out, and even then there wasn’t much I could say. I didn’t know how to ask for something like this. And even whenever I opened my mouth to try it seemed impossible to even get anything besides little whimpers out.

“You need me to fuck you, baby girl, is that it?” She whispered against my neck, teeth lightly nipping at my skin as her finger seemed to carefully trace the curve of my breast. The other tugging almost impatiently at the end of my shirt, “Can I take this off?”

“Please.” The same statement came out in a breathy moan as I lifted my arms to allow her to pull the fabric from my body. Her eyes seemed to widen before scanning down my exposed chest, almost causing a faint shiver to radiate through me as I felt her calloused fingers tracing down my ribcage.

“Oh fuck-” she almost seemed to whimper, her hands on my bare skin causing me to arch against her with one of my own. Quickly she reached for the end of her tank top and pulled it over her head with ease as she shook her cropped hair out. “This your first time, baby?”

In the heat of it all I had almost forgotten the newness of the situation. She had just felt so natural, the way her body seemed to meld to mine so easily. I nodded, a hint of nerves finally creeping over me as I inched upwards onto my elbows with reddened cheeks. I let out a little gasp at the sight of her bare body in front of me, and I questioned how someone could be so perfect. So flawless. My hand shook as I lifted it, wanting to press it against her so badly, feel her skin underneath mine. Though I questioned if I was even worthy enough to as it hovered just inches from her chest.

My breath hitched in my lungs once more as soon as I felt her fingers wrapping around my wrist, pulling my hand until it landed against her soft skin where she pressed her own a top mine. “You can touch me, you don’t have to be so scared.” She murmured with that same knowing smile on her lips, cocky yet curious. She knew she was hot shit, but she wasn’t going to make me feel inferior either.

That simple motion nearly had me throwing myself at her, keeping the one hand pressed to her chest where I could faintly feel her delicate heart thumping underneath. Sometimes living with Narumi I almost forgot that’s all most of the officers had. They were humans. Humans with exceptional strength but still humans at the end of the day. They didn’t have the power of a kaiju weapon constantly sucking their life away every time they used it. It was just her. Just us. And I really thought, at least for one night, that we’d be okay. It only made me want to cling to her even more.

Her lips crashed back into mine as I encircled my other arm around her shoulders as if to pull her even closer as they moved in sync with my own. Reaching downwards she let her fingers graze the waistband of my pants, my breathing only growing heavier at the sensation of her hand tracing down my figure once more. “Can I?” She murmured.

“Please.” I almost whined at the anticipation as she slipped away from me only to inch the remainder of my clothes down my legs. The tiniest shiver creeping over my body at the bare skin hitting the air. And I nearly caught myself fumbling around for something to cover up with on instinct until I heard her gently shushing me from above. Lips grazing against my jaw, my neck, my collarbones with little kisses that covered me in goosebumps and made the space between my thighs ache all the same.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweet girl.” She muttered against my skin as she let her kisses trail lower… lower… lower. Her muscular arms wrapped around my thighs to pry them apart just for her. A sharp gasp springing from my lips as she pressed her lips to my inner thighs, taking her sweet time with me. Torture but incredible all the same as I felt her hot breath dancing across my center. “So fucking beautiful.”

My jaw dropped in relief the moment I felt her tongue prying at my folds, shooting up onto my elbows as she trailed it upwards through my arousal. Shaky moans fell from my lips as I felt the vibrations of her moan rocking through me, my hips already bucking against her face just as her cyan eyes flickered upwards to meet my own that could barely stay open at this point. My eyebrows furrowing together at the pleasure that seemed to seep through me at every angle.

“R-Rin!” I let out another sharp and heavy moan the moment I felt her piercing wrapping around my sensitive clit, pressing in and massaging the bundle of nerves. My eyes rolled back at the incredible feeling, though it only made me want to cry out louder. Louder until everybody in the defense force could hear. My shaking hand rose up to slap over my mouth to muffle the noises until I felt Rin’s hand jerking mine away.

“Don’t you dare.” She ordered with darkened eyes, and I was already whining at the lack of contact from her tongue. “You try to muffle yourself again and I’m going to stop, understand?” I nodded, almost hating how she had reduced me to such a whimpering puddle, but loving it at the same time. “Good girl.” She whispered against my cunt, another loud moan bringing itself to the surface as she dove back in.

My traitorous hand stretched downwards, a silent plea for help, beckoning her to take my hand into her own. “Rin, please- please…” I begged, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as her tongue parted through my folds and she sent another moan of her own through my body. I could’ve sworn I saw her own eyes roll back as if she was the one being pleasured rather than me. I let out a sigh of relief that only turned into a cry of ecstasy the moment I finally felt her fingers slipping through mine, a soft thumb brushing over my knuckles.

“Gods, you taste so good.” She whispered, and I watched her eyes soften below me as her slender fingers prodded at my entrance ever so slightly. “Can I, love?”

With a quick nod I felt the stretch of her fingers slipping inside of me. A mix of pain and pleasure looped together as she let them curl up just right to run along my sweet spot, a sharp cry of her name sounding from my lips as I seemed to squeeze the life out of her hand. “Right there, baby? Does that feel good?” She whispered against my core, middle and ring finger pumping in and out of me at a slow and gentle pace at first, so careful not to hurt me but my god did it still feel so good. Each time she let her long fingers drag along that one magical spot inside of me. All the while connecting her lips and tongue back to my swollen clit. Bouncing back and forth between using the tip of her tongue to massage the area and swirling the metallic piercing around the circumference.

“Yes… yes- o-oh gods yes!” My moans were incessant, loud cries of her name as each touch seemed to launch me into different heights of euphoria. Tears burned my eyes at the intensity of it all and she hurtled me closer and closer towards the edge until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Rin-” I whimpered, the tears spilling from the corners of my eyes with a cry of pleasure as I knotted a fistful of her hair into my hand. “Rin I’m- I think I’m gonna cum.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” She whispered, picking up the pace of her fingers and replacing her lips with her thumb with just the same amount of pressure for the time being. “Just let go, okay? Just let go.” The moment she connected her lips and tongue back to my center I could feel the high rumbling to life.

I almost felt like I was floating as my orgasm hit, my thighs tightening around her head and hips buckling as if afraid she’d slip away much too soon. Rin was determined to take her time though as she lapped away at my folds, taking in every bit of the mess like she was starved. Tears still flooded my eyes after the aftermath, my heart racing in my chest as I tried to stop myself from saying anything stupid like I loved her. You couldn’t decide that after one fuck, could you? But gods it had felt like so much more. It had felt more than incredible, more than pleasure, fuck, it had almost felt chemical the way she worked with my body like she had know it for years.

“Rin?” My voice cracked, the tiniest sob catching in the back of my throat just as I felt her soft hands cradling my face. The white noise of her shushes being one of the only things to make my breathing settle.

“I’m right here, baby, right here. Just breathe for me.” My breathing slowed as she pressed her forehead to mine, thumbs tracing underneath my cheeks with the utmost gentleness. “You okay, love?” She finally asked once I seemed to calm down, my hands encircling around her wrists as if to hold her closer. “Was that okay?”

“I’m- yeah… that was- that was more than okay. That was incredible.” I stammered with a nod, still taking in a few heavy breaths as I leaned my head against her hands, the weakest smile already tugging at my lips.

“You promise? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better after I just fucked you so hard you cried?” The corners of her lips were already upturning in a smug smirk that showed she knew I wasn’t however.

I let out a weak chuckle, lifting a hand to curl around her fingers, “I promise… you were- you were incredible. I-I don’t even know why I started bawling like that.” Her smile only felt more genuine as she let it grow ever so slightly just before brushing her lips to my forehead.

“It’s normal, I think. Crying after your first time… it can be a lot. But if you are okay let me get you cleaned up because you actually look so fucked out.” She let out a giggle of her own that I only echoed, cheeks as red as roses as she scooped me up into her arms, still as easy as ever.

“Wait… hang on, wh-what about you?” I began with an almost saddened expression as I braced a soft hand against her chest once more. “Don’t you want me to-”

“No, baby… it was your first time, I’m okay.” She denied the offer with a little shake of her head as she carried me off towards the attached bathroom. “Besides, I- I get a lot more from giving than receiving either way. But… in the future, if you want to, I won’t say no. Just- don’t feel obligated.”

It felt as close to a boundary as she was going to set, so I didn’t press on any more as she placed me on the tiny sink counter. “Okay… i-if you’re sure.” I spoke in a softened voice, and she only took my hands in hers to bring them up to her lips and press a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“I promise, I am.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The bed was cold whenever I woke up the next morning, her chest replaced with the fabric of a pillow and the warmth of her arm unraveled from my shoulders. Immediately I was gulping an anxious lump down my throat, trying not to think of the worst scenarios as I reached for my phone. A long gust of air blowing from my lungs the moment I saw the text reflected across my screen that made my heart skip.

I was still shaking as I made my way towards the training grounds, nervously gnawing on my bottom lip as her texts seemed to dance in the back of my head. Her girl. I was her girl now? Was that short for girlfriend? Or just simply semantics? Did I even want to know the answer or would it just hurt me?

“Finally you’re here! I thought you were gonna miss the show!” Gen’s voice carried the moment I stepped outside, eyes barely moving from where his fingers darted across his switch. “I texted you this morning but you didn’t say anything!”

“Oh uhhh… sorry I-”

“Funny, she texted me back.” Rin drawled on with a smirk tugging on her lips as she swung the practice spear around like it was a lightsaber. Gen’s jaw dropped open in slight offense as he whipped around to face me just before shooting me a wink and whipping back into action. “Alright, break’s over.”

I almost flinched as the spears started flying, taking a cautious seat next to Gen’s chair. “Alright spill!” I heard him whisper-yell from behind me without a moment of hesitation.

“What?” I huffed in mild annoyance as I glanced back at him with a glare.

“What happened between you two! It’s like she pulled a Kafka and swallowed a kaiju overnight! She’s been nuts all morning!” He responded causing my eyes to fly open and my cheeks to feel like they were being set on fire at his choice of words.

“Given the circumstances I feel like that’s a really inappropriate thing to joke about.” I stated, brows furrowing in mild frustration as I sat back on my hands. “Plus, that skill is all her… you know that.”

“So are you guys girlfriends now or-”

“I… don’t really know exactly.” I mumbled as I nervously wrung my hands in my lap, eyes briefly scanning over Rin’s figure as she dodged and countered every single one of Shinomiya’s attacks while barely breaking a sweat herself. “I mean, I- we- ugh! I don’t wanna tell you about this stuff!”

“She came out of your room this morning, I’m not an idiot. Besides, I’m not trying to hear about all of that anyways I’m just… trying to see how our progress is going. Seems like last night was a good move but my work is far from over.” He spoke through a longing sigh before drawing himself back to his game with a quick glance upwards at the two sparring officers. “Oh hang on, she’s getting sloppy, I’ve gotta start some shit.”

Gen proceeded to let out a theatrical sigh before lounging back on his lawn chair. “Ugh, I’m so bored!” He groaned, causing me to shoot him a look of confusion. “Man, I wonder when you’re gonna get to a level where I can take you on myself.”

“Please don’t make me associate with you.” I muttered with a roll of my eyes, though quickly raising up to my feet to step out of the way the moment I saw Hasegawa approaching with that familiar scowl on his face.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rin was pissed by the time she had me follow her back to the women’s locker rooms. A scowl that seemed to be deeper than her usual one as she stormed through the doors with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “She hasn’t even beat you yet, I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

I hadn’t even recognized the error of my words until she whipped around to face me, “Yet. That’s exactly it. She hasn’t beat me yet! But she will one day and then whenever she does he’s going to be sitting there and watching while she fucking surpasses me in the course of a few fucking months while I had to work my ass off just to get here!” I jumped the moment I heard the clang of the lockers as she rammed her open hand into them, pressing her forehead to the metal with a heavy sigh.

“Rin, just because she surpasses you doesn’t mean you lose all of that. I-It shouldn’t discredit you at all. And I- I know she wouldn’t do that either- try and discredit you.” I tried to be gentle, approach her with quiet steps as she stayed with her forehead pressed to the lockers until I got close enough.

My hand was just hovering in the air, wanting to touch her, comfort her, something I hadn’t been able to do yet. But I only drew it back the moment she whirled around, running frustrated hands through her hair, “That’s so much easier for you to say though, Iris, you don’t have the entirety of fucking humankind resting on your shoulders every single day!”

The words stung more than they should’ve, a subtle slap in the face that I had been hearing since Gen had shot up so fiercely in ranks and I had stayed put… in a completely different department… only there because of him in the first place. The same words I had been hearing ever since he was discovered by the defense force at all. ‘You’re not cut out for this, Iris.’ ‘Just stay behind, Iris.’ ‘Stay where you’ll be safe, Iris. You’re a casualty waiting to happen.’ “Right.” I whispered, eyes glued to the floor as if afraid to meet hers at all.

“Wait, baby, I-I didn’t mean it like that.” Her hands gently wrapped around my arms causing me to flinch on instinct for the millionth time. “That came out wrong, I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.” I gulped the painful lump down my throat, willing myself not to cry on her for the third time in what hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. All for vastly different reasons.

She gently pulled me into her once I finally let myself relax, letting out a heavy sigh of my own as I hid my face in her chest. One of her arms slipped upwards to practically cradle my head as a few loose tears pricked at my burning eyes. But no, I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. “I’m sorry.” She repeated, and it felt as if she was never going to stop saying the words as she leaned her cheek against my head. “I just… I’m so scared of being left behind, Iris.” She spoke through another heavy breath that she muffled into my hair, arms tightening around me ever so slightly to the point where it almost hurt. I didn’t hate the feeling though. Her arms around me so tight I could hardly breathe, I liked the security of it all. The safety. But sometimes I just wished I could’ve brought that safety to someone else.

“I know.” I murmured into her chest with a softened expression of my own, debating if I even wanted to speak or not. I didn’t want to ruin this. I didn’t want to cause what had been so perfect so far anymore undue stress.

“It feels like… no matter what I do I’m always just- one step behind what everyone needs me to be. Until he picks someone else that can eventually pass me up and I- I’m sorry. I-I know you probably don’t wanna hear any of this.” She shook her head, finally letting her arms unravel from around me, and I almost felt a lingering ache whenever they did.

“No, it’s okay.” I shook my head before lifting my hands to brace against her flushed cheeks, eyes watery with frustration though she wouldn’t dare let anything fall. “You’re more than just a vessel of muscles though.” I let one of my hands cautiously slip down her neck and shoulders until it was cautiously pressed to her chest, right where her heart thumped quietly underneath it all. “I know you like to keep it hidden but… you have a good heart too. Don’t let them take it from you.” I inched up onto my tiptoes to place a kiss to her jaw, only to feel her lean into it even more as her hand snaked around my wrist once more.

“I think you might just be the only person that makes me feel like that.” She muttered with a soft sigh, her free arm slipping around my waist to pull me in and meet my lips in a kiss that felt more familiar than ever. Her thumb carefully stroking the delicate underside of my wrist as she made no effort to move my hand.

However the sound of the door creaking open caused me to let out a nervous gasp as the two of us jumped apart. I whipped around to see Kikoru’s confused and slightly mortified expression staring back at us, red faced and clutching her water bottle for dear life. “S-Sorry, Platoon Leader Shinonome, I-I can come back later.”

“Oh- at ease, you’re fine.” She said with a simple wave of her hand while her other seemed to squeeze my shoulder almost possessively. “We were just about to head out anyways. Hey, good work out there today though.” She said with a little nod of acknowledgment causing Kikoru’s face to momentarily beam with pride.

“Thank you! I- I’ll make sure to keep working at it!” She exclaimed with a firm salute, a little smile forming on my face in response as Rin let her arm slip around my waist to tug me towards the exit.

“I know you will, I’ll see you around for our next session.” Rin added with a smile of her own before leading me out of the locker rooms. “Okay, so we’re definitely gonna hear about that later.” She added with a nervous laugh once we were out of earshot as she ran a vaguely shaking hand through her hair. A nervous tick she seemed to have.

“That’s only if she tells.” I said with a little shrug as a knowing smirk crossed my lips. “At any rate, it’s not like we were doing anything illegal. Besides, I’m the captain’s sweet and innocent little sister which means… I can do whatever I want.”

“You know,” Rin began with a simple little shrug of her own before tugging me back into her arms once more, “I think I might be okay with that.” She smirked before bringing me in for just one more kiss.

a/n: oh my GOOOOOD- okay so this fic has seriously shaved YEARS off of my life. i haven’t even checked the word count yet but i know it has to be one of my longest ever. at any rate i hope you enjoyed and if not- i will be seeking legal action for emotional damages 😭

credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics 🖤

[pfpanimes]

⌕ kaiju no. 8 • soshiro hoshina.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[amjustagirl]

Chapter 1

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f! reader

genre: romance, angst

wc: 4k

summary: you've loved soshiro since you were seven. he will always place his duty above you.

chapt 1 / chapt 2 / chapt 3 / chapt 4 / chapt 5

Once a month, Hoshina Soshiro drops by your apartment for tea with you. 

It isn’t often that you both get the same day off. Him, with his vice captain duties that never end because Kaijus don’t deign to give him a break, as he often complains. You, spending hours if not days buried in the blade forgery at Izumo tech so much so your parents remark dryly that they’ve forgotten your face. But every so often, the universe smiles upon you and you get to spend an afternoon sitting on your narrow balcony with your oldest friend. 

It always begins like this.

He drops a plastic bag full of fizzy drinks on the table that only he drinks, whilst you brew a pot of tea. There’s dessert in the fridge that you get to feed his sweet tooth, and he’ll consume both because you’ll claim you have no appetite. After a few perfunctory questions about your wellbeing - the same as always, nothing’s changed, he’ll turn his mind to the sole focus in his life. 

“You gave the latest tech to my brother?!” he yells, outraged. “His main weapon isn’t even a blade.” 

“Orders are orders”, you respond. “Besides, didn’t I just tweak your katanas last month?” 

“About that”, he grins at you, somewhat sheepishly. “I’ve got more ideas -” 

“Not again”, you groan. 

He’ll rattle off a long list of things he wants you to work on next month. Blades made out of some kaiju bone, just to test its mettle. A blade to be worked into his boots - an idea he cheekily admits stems from some stupid shounen manga he reads in his spare time. So many of his ideas belong in the trash bin, but you entertain him anyway, studiously jotting down each of his requests. 

“You’re lucky I put up with you”, you tell him. 

Lazily, he flops onto the floor, rolling to lie his head in your lap. “As if you wouldn’t”, he laughs, poking up at your cheek. 

You don’t get the chance to answer him. His phone goes off, as it always does, and he has to go. 

“Seeya next time”, he waves, without leaving you another glance. The sliver of sky between the buildings surrounding yours is dark when you get up from your seat to clear the cups. 

Your cheek still stings. 

Your family always had close ties to the Hoshina clan. The clan of swordsmiths sworn to the Hoshina clan of swordsmen. A tie that can be traced centuries back to the Edo period to today. Your father crafted his father’s blades in the fires of your family’s forge, yet another in your family’s lineage who were born to serve the generations of Hoshina swordsmen. 

Even though you were born a girl, you never accepted that it should be different for you.

You were only seven when you accompanied your father on a delivery to the Hoshina estate. Your stockinged feet echo in the wooden corridors that stretch out before you, seemingly without end. There are portraits of imposing swordsmen in every other room, blades displayed, their former owners’ eventual fate captioned beneath. You are too ashamed to admit that you’re afraid of one such painting with kaiju-like yellow eyes that seems to glare at you that you bolt when your father leaves you aside to talk business with the Hoshina patriarch.

Foolishly, you forget that the Hoshina estate dwarfs your family home. After the fifth rock garden you come across (which admittedly to your seven year old self, seems to blend into each other), you are well and truly lost, so you sit on the porch of some courtyard and wait to be found for a stern reprimand by your father. 

Clang. 

But you’re drawn by the sound of steel clashing, so you follow your ears, and your eyes thank you as you watch two boys spar with dull blades. 

The older, with silver hair, has a clear edge. He’s taller and stronger, so he bullies his younger opponent into a corner. The younger, with dark hair, doesn’t seem daunted, standing his ground with precise swings and savage slashes that his older opponent only manages to parry with difficulty. 

Though you hide yourself behind a pillar, the older boy spots you anyway, breaking off the fight to grab you by the front of your top. 

“Intruder”, he shouts, waving his blade at you.  

“I’m - I’m sorry!” you squeak. You panic, fearful that he’ll throw you out of the estate, because if you can’t even figure your way out around the compound, there’s no way you’re going to find your way back home across half of Osaka, so you hiccup and cry and beg to be let go - 

“Hey! You’re just looking for an excuse to get out of a losing fight.”

Courage has never been your strong suit. It’s easier for you to hide behind your father or older brother’s legs, so you’re taken aback by how quickly the younger boy jumps into the fray on your behalf, defiant even in the face of a larger opponent.  

Your captor’s nostrils flare. “What did you say?!” he demands, but he lets you go with a sneer. 

“Another round then”, the younger boy says, as he tugs you to your feet, brushing the dust off the pretty kimono your mother took the effort to dress you up in. “Maybe this time you’ll actually be serious -” 

His brother brandishes the blade at him. “I’ll beat you to a pulp, you insolent brat.” 

You spend the afternoon watching them from a safe distance until your father finds you, apologising to Hoshina-sama for his wayward daughter. 

You’re formally introduced then to the brothers - Sochiro the elder, who doesn’t even acknowledge you with a nod, and Soshiro the younger, who smiles like the sun when you tell him that he’s amazing in a fight. 

“I’ll show you more next time!!”, Soshiro says. His eyes remind you of violets blooming in spring. 

Your mother hears of your adventures in the Hoshina estate. 

She comes to brush your hair after your bath. “The Hoshina family sees ours as a vassal clan”, she states baldly, as the comb sticks on a particularly tricky tangle. At your noise of confusion (and pain, because she’s none-too-gentle at getting the snags out of your mane), she explains. “That means our family is bound to them by our usefulness in making katanas, the instruments of their success.”  

She clucks her tongue at your obtuseness, as you stare at her, uncomprehending. “We supply swords, not brides to them. There are no engagements between their sons and our daughters. If you wish to associate with the Hoshina boys, you must be of use to them.” 

Perhaps, in her ungentle way, your mother was trying to do you a kindness. 

But you took her warning as instruction instead. So, though you’ve always been afraid of the loud forge your father and older brother work in, you badgered your father for enough lessons in sword making, hovering over him every minute you have out of school so you can learn everything you can.  

It’s worth it, when Soshiro comments on the shiny scars on your forearms the next time you visit. 

“I’ve been learning how to make katanas”, you explain, suddenly shy. 

“Wow!” you catch another glimpse of violets through wide eyes. “You must’ve worked really hard!”  

You peek at the blooms of bruises on his shins, the angry red scratch across his face. “So have you”, you reply. 

He beams, dragging you off to play.  

More often than not, that devolves into him showing off his latest moves, and you applauding his every action. He revels in the attention, which you find strange because surely everyone with eyes should be able to discern that Hoshina Soshiro is wildly talented, even at the tender age of eight, but then whenever his brother surfaces with taunt regarding Soshiro’s swordsmanship, you can see the chip of his shoulder grow, an invisible burden that drags him into the ground.

As an outsider, it’s not your place to comment on the unfairness of being knocked around by a boy five years his senior, so you try your clumsy best to bandage Soshiro’s wounds and slip in an encouraging word or two. You never want to see the violets in his eyes wither and die. 

“I’ll make you the best blade in the world when we grow up”, you bump your elbow against his. “So you can beat him.” 

“Promise?” 

You loop your little finger around his. Half moons brighten into stars. 

// how abt a blade that can separate into 2 // 

// or or or // 

// maybe three?! // 

// would your ancestors roll in their grave //

You wake up to a text. Or three. 

<Gremlin>. You text back. <Soshiro-kun, go to sleep.> 

// you wound me // 

// seeya later // 

// visiting Izumo tech for my new suit!!! // 

// make sure you lend me your lunch discount at the cafeteria // 

You snort.

<Cheapskate>. The rhythm of your conversation thrums. <are you asking me to have lunch with you> 

// someone needs to keep me safe from my fangirls // 

// don’t leave me in their clutches // 

An eye roll. 

< Die >. You turn your phone facedown, resolutely refusing to respond. 

Despite your complaints, you end up eating lunch with him anyway. 

It’s difficult to concentrate on your meal when your childhood friend turned the most eligible bachelor in the Japan Defense Force sits across from you in a skintight uniform, your giggly co-workers sitting two rows down watching his every move. So you push your tray away and just watch him as he chatters away through a mouth full of food (something he’d never do back home because he’s been raised with manners befitting the second son of the esteemed Hoshina clan, but around you he seems to turn into a demented manchild), but you’ve always found it endearing how he’s his chaotic true self around you - 

“New recruits are coming in next month so I don’t know when we’ll have time to catch up -” 

“There’s nothing to catch up on when you keep text me in the middle of the night with your train of thoughts - “

“That’s all work related”, he says. “I want to know how you are doing.” 

You’re not about to tell him that your parents have informed you that they’re tired of you mooning after a man who’ll never love you back, and have started haranguing you via text to get your ass back to Osaka so you can meet suitable men your age who’d be willing to accept an unladylike wife with burn scars trailing up her forearms.  

“As if you really want to know”, you grumble. “You’re only interested in talking to me when it’s about your weapons and tech.” 

“You wound me”, he dramatically claps his hand to his chest, miming hurt. “You don’t believe that I care about my oldest friend?” 

“Nope.”

“Rude”, he sing-songs. “C’mon.”

“The only reason we’re even lunching is because you wanted more upgrades - plus, now you want a shield against your fan-girls, who, by the way, are going to mob me in the bathroom and make me recount for the thousandth time, why and how I know you, the - I quote - cutest guy in the Japanese Defense Force, though they really should get their eyesight checked out in my opinion -” 

“Oohhhh - people think I’m good-looking?” He runs his fingers through his hair like he’s in some 80’s shampoo commercial, throwing an exaggerated wink over his shoulder to the nearest fangirl. You hear a thump on the floor. You hope she didn’t hit her head too hard (but perhaps it might make her sole brain cell work a little better if she did). 

You tap his knuckles with the back of your chopsticks. “Get that ego on a leash.”

His grin is cheeky. “I can’t help it if people think I’m good-looking.” Your heavy sigh makes him pout. “You don’t think I’m good looking?” 

The lunch bell comes to your rescue. 

“I have to get back to work”, you tell him, all too ready to make your escape. 

“So do I”, he gobbles down the rest of his lunch. “Seeya around.”

“Stay safe”, you add. “Don’t let a Kaiju eat you up.” 

“Eat me up?!” he squawks with mock outrage. “Don’t you know I eat Kaijus for breakfast?” 

As if you don’t. In Tokyo, the third division is exceedingly popular. Captain Mina Ashiro of course, takes up most of the attention with her long, dark hair and prowess as the nation’s foremost sniper, but once in a while, the newspapers and magazines run features of Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro, and you dutifully keep cuttings in a scrapbook that you hide under your bed. 

In every interview, he talks about how it’s patently untrue that there’s no space in the Japan Defense Force for those who prefer to wield a blade rather than a modern gun. “Captain Ashiro believes in me”, he says, so seriously that it’s hard to recognise your usual jovial friend. “For that, I’ll be thankful for every day.” 

He said the same thing to you the day of his promotion. 

“She believes in me when no one else did”, he tells you in disbelief. 

That’s a lie, you want to shout. You reminded him that there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that he’d fail the entrance exam into the Japan Defense Force, and he’d indeed pass with flying colours. You calculated his unleashed combat potential from your lab in Izumo Tech, saw him exceed and excel so much so that an exception was made for him to carry katanas which you spent sleepless nights crafting for him. He won his first promotion as platoon leader nary a year in after a stunning victory decapitating yonju across Tokyo, and your congratulatory text to him was ‘See, I knew you’d do it.’ 

So no, Mina Ashiro was not the first person who believed in Hoshina Soshiro. You are. 

Unless, in his eyes, you don’t count. 

<okaa-san>

<Yes, I’ll be glad to meet your friend’s son>

< No promises on anything more>

The date your parents arranged for you is a man with a pleasing smile who has as much romantic interest in you as you in him - which is to say, very little at all. “I’m too busy with my job, but my mother insisted”, he confesses.

You like him all the better for his honesty. “So did mine”, you respond with a wry chuckle. 

Yamamoto-san is good company, nonetheless, even if his only interest in life other than his demanding job as a corporate slave is tending to his houseplants, so since you both share an interest in getting your overbearing mothers off your backs, you agree to have lunch once a month just so you can say to your parents without lying that you’re seeing someone. 

A part of you that you tuck deep into your chest hopes that word gets around to Soshiro, who’ll come beat your front door down, demanding that you, instead, turn your eyes to him (as if you’ve ever looked elsewhere for as long as you’ve known him). And when Hoshina Sochiro, Captain of the Sixth Division, pops into your office for his own tweaks to his tech and rounds upon you with a wicked twinkle in his eye, you’re sure that whatever you share will be conveyed as salaciously as possible to his younger brother. 

“Soooo”, he drags each word out obnoxiously. “Your older brother mentioned that you’re seeing someone now who isn’t my younger brother.” 

You smile blandly. “Soshiro-kun and I have always been just friends.” 

“Just friends my arse”, he retorts. “You’ve had a planet sized crush on him since you were seven. It just can’t be helped that my brother’s got a katana up his arse.” 

You try your best not to wince. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Captain Hoshina?” you gesture at the door. “As you can see, the mountain of work that’s been piling up ever since you stopped by my office needs to be done, and I really don’t have time to sit around and gossip like old women.” 

“So grumpy”, he hops off your desk. “So, should I tell him that he’s missed the boat?”

“Tell him whatever you want.” You begin to type furiously on your laptop. “As if he’ll care.” 

Five minutes later. 

// u have a bf?! // 

// and i had to find out fr Sochiro?! // 

// AND u said there’s nothing to catch up on? // 

You lock your phone in the drawer beneath your desk. 

// are u ignoring me???? // 

“You ignored my texts!” 

This is a first. Hoshina Soshiro, cranky even when a stack of golden brown pancakes soaked in maple syrup wobbles enticingly in front of him. “I was busy at work”, you say. A flimsy excuse, one that fails to placate him as he continues to pout, childlike at you.

“So?” he demands, slicing right through the pancakes with his butter knife. “Is it true?” 

“Is what true?” 

His eyes narrow as he waves his knife accusingly at you. “You decided to tell Sochiro that you got a boyfriend before me?” 

You take a sip of coffee to steady your nerves. “You know I don’t talk to your brother unless he decides to invade my lab. But I guess he and my brother still text from time to time.” 

“Hrm.” he puffs out his cheeks, blows out a breath heavy enough to flutter his bangs. You restrain the urge to reach over and straighten his hair. “Fine.”

“I’m just seeing a guy that my parents set me up with.” You rehearsed exactly what you wanted to say, but your insides churn, the coffee you drank not doing you any favours. “I guess they’re just worried that no one will ever want me as I grow old and unmarriageable.” 

His chuckle is blithe, uncaring. “Parents are all the same, aren’t they? Just last week, my mother called me to ask if I’m interested in being set up on a date with someone - as if I’d ever be interested, I barely have time to sleep, let alone date, and besides, she probably just called because my older brother’s a master at dodging such calls -” 

You let him ramble on as you gather the remnants of your courage deep within your guts for a final advance. 

“Soshiro.”

“Hm?” he looks up, mid-chew. “Sup.”

“If I really did get a boyfriend, you wouldn’t mind, would you?” 

“Why would I mind?” He laughs, reaching over to prod at your cheek. “I mean, I guess as long as you don’t stop making me awesome katanas, and as long as he doesn’t mind that I text you my brilliant ideas on improvements -” 

Unknowingly, he cuts right through your heart. But in fairness to him, you offered your heart on a silver fucking platter, even handed him the blade to stab it with.

“I was just worried you’d be unhappy”, you mumble, blinking back tears furiously. 

Thankfully, he’s too focused on clearing his plate. “I thought you were going to ask me something serious”, he laughs. “What a silly question.” 

“Yeah”, you manage to croak. “What a silly question.” 

He goes on to fill the rest of the afternoon with chatter about his new recruits. You sit numbly and listen to his tales of a Shinomiya slip of a girl who blows all recorded numbers for a recruit out of the window, an old man who confounds his techs by registering a big fat zilch on their combat scales, but he entertains his candidacy because he’s a great source of entertainment. 

“You okay there?” he frowns, stopping mid-story. “You kinda look down.” 

“Indigestion”, you lie through gritted teeth. “Never you mind.” 

“You shouldn’t take milk in your coffee if you’re lactose intolerant, silly”, he teases, confiscating your iced latte. 

“I’m just an idiot”, you try your best to smile. Fortunately, he accepts a pained grimace. 

Your mother was both right and wrong. You know that Soshiro cares for you as a friend, because he could never be callous enough to reduce you to your usefulness to him, but it’s true that he has no space in his heart for you. 

A year or two ago, you piled yourself in a car with both Hoshina brothers to brave the Obon traffic to get back to Osaka for the holidays. You hadn’t been able to afford the jacked up prices for the shinkansen, and Soshiro only found out yesterday that Captain Ashiro took pity on him for missing consecutive New Year holidays that she gave him Obon off as a consolation price, so their parents nagged Sochiro into ferrying you both home. 

“Shouldn’t you have your own car?” Sochiro groused. 

“Why would I need a car if I’m on base 24/7”, Soshiro replied. “Why do you need a car? Unless the sixth division is slacking off -”

The car screeched to a halt. Sochiro kicked open the door, yanked Soshiro by his collar and shoved him into the driver’s seat. “To keep your smart mouth occupied, you can drive us the rest of the way to Osaka.” 

“Aren’t you scared I’ll crash?” 

“If you do, I’ll skin you alive.” 

Your forehead nearly split open from all the bickering. “Guys, I can drive -” 

“No!” Both brothers yelled at you in unison. It’s the first time they’ve probably agreed on anything in their life.

The bickering finally ended when Sochiro fell asleep in the back, head pillowed against the window glass on one side in a way that he’s bound to wake up with a neckache. Still, you’re forced in close proximity to Soshiro, the puffs of warm air from the overworking air-conditioner blending with the scent of steel and citrus, from the shampoo he probably uses, you mused half dizzy, head heavy - 

“If you puke in the car, Sochiro’ll make you lick it up.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Talk to me so I don’t focus on your terrible driving.” 

By the time Soshiro’s done with his recounting of the last four fights he’s been involved in, the massive disappointment of this year’s recruitment exercise and his admiration for Captain Mina Ashiro (which made you want to scream, kick your foot through the windshield, perhaps), the afternoon sun is low to the ground, streetlights along the expressway flickering on. 

You couldn’t help but ask. “Do you ever think about anything other than your job?” 

“Nah.” he chuckled. “I don’t have time for anything else. I gotta spend time to train y’know, otherwise I’ll really die on the job.” 

“Soshiro!” 

“That’s why I got good life insurance”, he deadpanned. 

“I guess that was a silly question”, you slump back in your seat. 

“It really is”, he teased. “So, what else d’you wanna hear about my all consuming job?” 

The memory stings your eyes. 

You make up an excuse to return to your apartment without haste, waiting until he disappears around the corner before you give in to the tears that you’ve been keeping at bay all afternoon. Strangers on the train ride home give you a wide berth, because they certainly don’t want to catch whatever malady you’re clearly suffering from with your swollen eyes and hiccuped sniffles. You stumble into your shoebox apartment, kick your shoes off at the genkan.  

Tonight you’ll give yourself the grace to mourn the death of a dream.  

You crack open the beers he previously brought, one after another. Drunk, you sit on the balcony, the half-moon reminding you too much of a certain vice captain. You let your mother’s words flood your mind. You are meant to offer him blades, not a bride. In another lifetime, in every lifetime, perhaps, the noble born son of a samurai clan would never open his heart to the lowly daughter of a swordsmith. He would be raised to always put duty before love. 

You don’t know why you hoped for anything different. 

So when you roll off your sofa in the morning, you glare at yourself in the toilet mirror, eyes rimmed red, a hangover in full effect. 

“You are an idiot.” you slap your cheeks so hard it turns pink. 

You will not allow this to continue. Hoshina Soshiro is not yours, has never been yours, and will never be yours. You are pathetic for hoping otherwise, stupid for living in hopes that he’ll look at you some day, an utter idiot for letting every choice you’ve ever made in your life be guided by your infatuation with a boy who doesn’t have space in his heart for you.

You could’ve been like your older brother, been content with sticking to the family business of sword making instead spending every spare minute on your engineering studies so you’re well positioned to be snapped up by Izumo Tech as a weapons specialist. You had the leeway to be based in Osaka near your family, but accepted a position in Tokyo just to be closer to where Soshiro’s based. You could’ve had a social life, perhaps even friends outside of work, if you’ve not dedicated your life to your job, working after hours tirelessly, just so you secure promotion after promotion, cementing yourself as Izumo Tech (and by extension, the Defense Force) go-to for anything blade related, just so you fulfil the promise you made to Soshiro all those years ago. 

You cannot live the rest of your life this way.   

a/n: so...i know i've only ever written for the hq boys but the way hoshina soshiro grabbed my throat in a chokehold in that gym training scene just forced my gremlin brain to start typing and get to work on this story for him.

hope you guys like it <3

[equestriagirl16]

When I’m desperately checking the ‘x reader’ tag of a new series and I finally see multiple fics uploaded-

[moon-cakiie]

A/N: Idk how to do that background T^T

[sonicasura]

For you single parent Hoshina ver Au

Kafka can talk as a Kaiju what if skully learn to talk too and call hoshina „papa“out of nowhere

The mental heart attack first it’s calling him „papa“ and then come the realization this baby kaiju can talk

And of course the other have there fun and try not to laughing-Kafka wo have panic

But then come the discussion have the baby human intelligence or mimic it human child behavior

Post in question. Oh my god, your version of Skully looks adorable. I honestly haven't gotten a chance to design them yet but will.

You can bet Hoshina was absolutely gobsmacked upon hearing Skully call him Papa. Even moreso if the recruits were around since again, the baby is like a koala and likes to hang on his back or shoulder all the time. (Kafka fucking panicked while everyone else froze.) They all know about Skully's existence thanks to this as Hoshina rather not deal with a crying whelp.

Cue a little test to measure the baby's intelligence for obvious reasons. Simple shape table, Memory Cards, and practice words. The results? Skully has the intelligence of an avid preschooler. They can identify right from wrong surprisingly quick too.

In short, Skully is able to learn like any human child and won't be a threat to humans if raised properly. A responsibility entrusted to Hoshina than just trying to figure out Kaiju No. 8. Mina is definitely carrying a camera with her at all times just to snap pictures of the milestones and funny moments to come.

[butwhereisgojonow]

I swear that Hoshina is LEVI in a different universe🤣

Just funnier😎

[memoriesarchived]

Hoshina Soshiro - Archive 2

TW: NSFW, Smut at the very bottom, Creampie, Pet name: "Sweet Heart", Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Ass Slapping

Prequel: Archive Open, Archive 1

Summary: Soshiro was reassured, went on on a date and ended up staying for tea

Author's note: Lowkey did not revise this, so I apologize if there's any mistake. Credit the drawing to the artist! I couldn't find who the artist was, if you know please let me know!

Five hours had passed, and all Soshiro could do was watch the news, his eyes glued to the TV.

Ringgggg Ringgg

Wonder Gorilla was calling.

Soshiro immediately picked up his phone.

“Took ya long enough” he started, not realizing how tense he had been until he felt the invisible weight lift from his chest.

“Did you get home?” he asked, his voice a mix of relief and concern.

“Just now. I was stuck in Osaka,” came the reply.

“Couldn’t ya pick up the phone earlier?” Soshiro asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Ahaha… my phone died.”

Silence hung between them for a moment.

“Aren’t you a lil worried, Coconut?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Soshiro responded, his tone softening.

“Aww, stop it, you lil’coconut head.”

“Respect your elders, broomstick head” Soshiro teased, leaning back on the bed. His eyes drifted to his reflection in the window.

“YOUR MOM.”

Beep Beep 

Soshiro laughed, picturing Yoko’s face turning bright red, her eyes squinting as she delivered the line. Yoko was the most animated person he knew, always gesticulating wildly while telling stories and pausing for dramatic effect, only to deliver the most anticlimactic lines. She loved all kinds of stories—legends, folklore, fantasy, sci-fi, and history. They had even started their own little book club, sharing interpretations and debating deeper meanings that were hidden within the text.

After being released from the hospital, the first thing Soshiro did was take a shower. There was nothing better than showering at home. Walking out with a towel around his waist, he stopped by the mirror above the sink. Water still dripped down his torso as he bent over, looking at his wet hair and feeling a profound sense of relief and joy of getting out of that damn hospital.

“I need a haircut soon.” He mumbled before grabbing his hair towel and patting his hair dry. 

Now, Soshiro found himself stuck in his room, debating what to wear. After much deliberation, he decided on a slightly oversized white linen short-sleeve button-up, folding the sleeves up a bit for a casual touch. He paired it with a random Calvin Klein boxers and stepped into a pair of khaki slacks, securing them with a matching dark brown belt.

Satisfied with his outfit, he took a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked just right. He then grabbed his black Uniqlo shoulder bag, which was hanging by the doorway, slipped into his umber brown Birkenstocks, and snatched the Vespa's key before heading out the door.

The ride to Mie was nothing short of enchanting, blessed by perfect weather. Soshiro reveled in the breeze combing through his hair, the fresh scent of nature mingling with each breath as he navigated the winding roads of Nara. As he approached Mie, the distinct aroma of the ocean greeted him, adding a touch of magic to his journey. Then something caught his eyes, Hanako San’s Flower Shop. 

Soshiro held a bouquet of delicate white baby's breath and light pink roses, wrapped in brown paper and tied with an aquamarine bow. Holding his breath, he pressed the button on the white-painted wooden gate. Moments later, he saw a blur of brown hair rushing through the door. As the gate opened, his breath was taken away.

Yoko stood before him in a cream-colored dress with a corset-inspired bodice and an A-line skirt, the shoulder straps tied into delicate bows. Her wavy dark brown hair cascaded freely, and her pink lips glistened.. When she looked up at him with her mesmerizing teal eyes, Soshiro was struck speechless, completely losing himself in the moment and forgetting every word he had planned to say. He watched as her cheeks turned red, her eyes drifting down to the bouquet of flowers he held.

"For ya," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, breaking the silence between them.

"T-Thank you, they’re beautiful" she stammered, her face breaking into a smile. Soshiro handed her the flowers, their fingers brushing against each other, leaving a lingering warmth even from the brief contact. "Let me put these away before we leave," she said, turning towards the house. 

As she turned away, Soshiro noticed that the dress was backless, held together by only two strings, showcasing her smooth skin. His heart pounded in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. He quickly turned away, covering his mouth with his hand as his ears burned. 

He got ready and mounted the Vespa, its engine purring softly as he waited for Yoko to join him. Yoko soon emerged with the camera strapped across her body. With a gentle smile, he handed her a helmet. After he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist. The warmth of her arms encircling his waist, her chest and face pressing close against his back, made him wonder if she could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart. 

“You smell nice” Yoko whispered, Soshiro could feel her breath on his back. “You smell like freshly laundered sheets mingled with the earthy, sweet aroma of a summer rain.” 

"Okay, descriptive author," Soshiro teased, his face flushing red from the compliment. Thankfully, Yoko couldn't see it. She responded with a playful smack on his thigh, just hard enough to sting a bit.

"This is why you can't have nice things," she retorted, a small smile playing on her lips. Soshiro caught a glimpse of it in the Vespa’s rearview mirror. 

They wound up at a quaint corner bookstore, where a tiny elderly lady sat behind the counter, her hair neatly tied in a bun. She greeted them with a warm smile as they walked in.

"Welcome in," the elderly lady said. They smiled back and bowed slightly before venturing down the aisle. Yoko was already a few steps ahead of him. She grabbed a random book and opened it.

"Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism." Yoko closed the book and glanced at the title. "A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini," she read aloud. Soshiro's gaze remained fixed on her as his fingers trailed along the spines of the books. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed a book, and opened it.

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world." He closed the book and looked at the title. "The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller."

"Oh? How romantic, Mr. Coconut," Yoko chuckled, her eyes locked with Soshiro's.

"Says the one with an endless collection of romance novels," Soshiro teased, lightly smacking Yoko on the head with the book. She whined in response. "Your choice."

"The Song of Achilles, duh... but let's read A Thousand Splendid Suns after." Yoko smiles cheekily and steps closer, their faces inches apart. Soshiro could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. In one swift motion, she pulled out another copy of The Song of Achilles from the shelf next to his head, then stepped back with a playful grin.

They both walked to the counter where the elderly lady sat. Soshiro noticed Yoko pulling out her wallet and gently blocked her path with his body. He took the novel from her hand and handed it to the elderly lady. 

"A bag, please," he requested with a smile. Yoko stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her face, waiting for Soshiro to finish up. As soon as they stepped out of the store, Soshiro noticed Yoko parting her lips to speak, but before she could say anything, he interrupted, "What kind of man would make the woman pay on a date?" 

That did the trick; Yoko's face turned bright red, her eyes darting away to look at anything but the man in front of her. It was endearing. Soshiro couldn't help but laugh. With his free hand, he found hers and intertwined their fingers. Together, they made their way to the park. 

"Do you think soulmates are real?" Yoko suddenly asked. It wasn't unusual for her to pose such questions. At the hospital, she had once asked Soshiro if he believed in mermaids, reasoning that if Kaiju existed, then surely it wouldn’t be a stretch. 

"Mmh..." Soshiro pondered, realizing he had never really considered it that way. The idea of having someone destined for you was comforting, but it also seemed to undermine the belief that you could choose your own path in life if everything was preordained. Just like how someone would be inherently “evil” or “good”. 

"I don't think so," Soshiro finally answered. "However, I do believe in fate. You're destined to meet certain people, but what you do with those encounters is up to ya."

"That's a good way to put it," Yoko responded thoughtfully. "Well, I hope that in every lifetime, we're destined to meet."

Soshiro's heart melted at her words, and he grinned back at her. "I'll be sure to find ya."

As they entered the park, Yoko slowly let go of Soshiro's hand. Behind the wooden gazebo stood a giant waterfall, its scent filling the air. He turned to look at Yoko, only to find her pointing a camera in his direction.

Click

"The view's good," she said with a smile, a blush spreading across his face. He then ushered her closer and took the camera. They took a selfie together, with him holding the camera since he was the taller one. His arm wrapped around her waist while she held the paper bag of books. Both of them grinned into the camera, the waterfall cascading in the background.

"Not as good as this one," Soshiro added, looking at the picture. “Race ya to the gazebo” 

The camera and the book were abandoned by a tree. 

Soshiro was in the lead, until Yoko decided that she was going to tackle him. The two of them ended up rolling on the grass. Twisting and turning, somehow ended up with Soshiro on top of her. Her face flushed and both of them were laughing breathlessly. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned her down.  

“Didn’t know ya liked playing dirty” 

“Everything is fair in love and war” Yoko retorted, her knee jabbed into Soshiro’s waist as she tried to push him off. 

"Oh? So this is war?" Soshiro grinned, his canine teeth peeking out. In a swift motion, Yoko slipped her wrist out of his grip and pulled him down by his shirt collar, locking their lips together. Soshiro's eyes widened, but he traced his tongue across her bottom lip before slipping it in, deepening the kiss. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as she leaned in, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hips.

Suddenly, he found himself flipped over, with Yoko on top. She grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the ground. Her face was flushed, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of her reddened lips, which curved into a smirk. She reached out to touch the gazebo’s wooden pole.

"I won," Yoko announced. Soshiro stared into the teal eyes and let out a laugh. 

“Ya’d really do anything to win” 

“Perhaps” 

Soshiro had the potential to do much more, but he didn’t want to traumatize anyone who might take a stroll in the park today. They lingered for a while, enjoying the surroundings and engrossing themselves in the book they had just picked up earlier. As the weather began to cool, Soshiro decided it was time to leave before the mosquitoes appeared, likely viewing Yoko’s exposed back as an invitation for a feast.

When they arrived back at Yoko’s house, she hopped off the Vespa with a smile.

"I had fun today," Yoko said, removing her helmet but still clutching it tightly. "D-Do you want t-to stay for tea?" she stammered, her eyes cast down at the ground.

"Yea," Soshiro replied, turning off the Vespa’s engine. He wasn’t one to turn down such an invitation. Yoko handed back the helmet, and Soshiro hung it on the rearview mirror before following her into the house. Taking his shoes off at the doorway. 

The house was just as Soshiro had imagined: warm and inviting. The living room was decorated with two yellow chairs, each adorned with light green pillows, and a blue sofa accented with salmon pillows. A white and light blue carpet lay underfoot. On the shelves were pictures that he assumed were of a younger Yoko and her parents. One showed her in a kimono with her parents at a wedding, another captured her high school graduation, and yet another depicted Yoko from her preschool days.

“You were so cute, what happened?” Soshiro teased, looking back at Yoko who was about to leave the room. 

“Your mom happened” 

“Is that ya’r only comeback? Ya suck” 

“Are you going to swallow?” Yoko grinned as Soshiro’s face went red. She stuck out her tongue at him as she left the room. “I’m going to get the tea” 

Soshiro felt heat rushing down south as he had such a vivid imagination of what Yoko insinuated. He sat down on the blue couch, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his lap. Trying to slap that image out of his head. 

"Someone got comfortable real quick," Yoko teased as she returned to the room, carrying a tray with two teacups. She set the tray down on the side table next to Soshiro before taking a seat on the empty side of the couch. “My parents are overseas right now for business stuff…in case you were wondering” Yoko mumbled, if it wasn’t for the dead quiet room maybe he wouldn’t have heard it. 

Soshiro tilted his head, his eyes scanning Yoko from head to toe. He could tell she was nervous from the way her finger tapped on the edge of the teacup, her eyes fixed on her finger instead of meeting his gaze. The tips of her ears were bright red. He settled his teacup on the side table. “Can ya repeat that? I didn’t catch it,” Soshiro teased, his lips curling into a Cheshire grin.

“Repeat w-what?” Yoko stammered, lifting her eyes to meet his. Soshiro could see she was trying to hide her embarrassment with annoyance, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. She set her tea down on the side table and looked away, unable to hold his gaze for long. 

Soshiro gently grasped Yoko's chin, turning her face to meet his. He locked their lips together, his other hand finding its way to her waist. He pulled her into his lap, one hand cupping her face as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, while the other rested on her waist, drawing her closer. Yoko’s hand finding its way to his back. Her fingers clenching down on his linen shirt, crinkling it in her grasps as she moved into the kiss. His canine teeth biting down on her bottom lips as he rolled his hips up against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she rolled her hips down onto his to match his rhythm. Just like how they fight without needing words, it seems like this was also the case here. 

Soshiro pulled away and there was a string of saliva connecting both of their lips. Yoko’s chest was heaving up and down as her face flushed. Soshiro looked down and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two little dots that poked through told him that. Her hands found their way to her skirt, lifting the material up to reveal a light purple lace panty the color complimenting her skin. There was already a drenched spot in the middle of the panty. This sent blood rushing down south for Soshiro, making him even more uncomfortable in his pants than before. Soshiro smirked as his lips found their way to Yoko’s bare neck. Biting down onto the skin, sucking onto it at his heart content. One of his hands found its way up Yoko’s thigh. Sending shivers down her spine as she felt the heat creeping in closer and closer. Her lips brush against Soshiro’s ear as she moans out softly. 

Soshiro pressed his thumb against her soaked panty, moving his thumb in a circular motion, groaning against Yoko’s skin as he wanted nothing more but to rip the fabric off her. Stripping her bare of anything in front of him, looking up at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. For her to whisper his name over and over again. Yoko's breath began to shorten as pleasure was spreading to her, her fingers finding its way to Soshiro’s chest. Working her hands to unbutton his shirt as fast as she can, only to be distracted by the other’s tongue on her clothed nipple. The hand that was once on her waist was now gone, finding its way to occupy her other nipple. She arched her back wantonly into the touch. Soshiro pressed his tongue flat on her nipple, then he squeezed the other nipple in between his fingers. Soshiro, being a fair man himself, took the other nipple in his mouth and switched his hand so that both sides were equally loved. His eyes never left Yoko’s face, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched her drown the room with her moans. Soshiro’s free hand brushed up against her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy, each touch was like fueling the fire of lust. By the time Yoko was done unbuttoning all of Soshiro’s buttons, lust clouded her eyes. Moans leaving her lips as she raked up and down Soshiro’s abs and biceps. Reminding her of how the combat suit really didn’t do him justice. Soshiro retracted his lips and hand from her nipples. Leaning backward for Yoko to fully rake in the view, his skin glowed under the warm light of her living room. He himself was no better than her, eyes filled with lust as he raked in the image of the disheveled hair and how her dress’s strap was falling down her shoulders. Her smooth neck now decorated with red marks all over, the two little wet marks on her chest proved the action he did earlier. His eyes trailed down to her legs, his finger trailed up the wet liquid that was seeping down Yoko’s leg. “I swallowed,” Soshiro teased, licking his fingers clean as he stared right into Yoko’s eyes. 

Yoko whimpered at the sight, her fingers finding its way to cup Soshiro's bulge. Making the man buckled his hip. She pulled her dress over herself, revealing the flushed skin that’s begging for Soshiro to mark. Her nipples were all puffy due to the attack it endured earlier. Soshiro's hand found its way up to fondle Yoko’s breast, his thumb brushing past the nipple as he kissed down on her bare skin. His tongue flickering on the nipple as he took it in between his teeth. Raking his teeth over the already sensitive skin. This made Yoko throw her head back, hips coming down on Soshiro’s. Yoko could feel Soshiro's cock pressing up against her panties, just to imagine what it would feel like inside her was already driving her insane. Soshiro moaned as he rolled his hips back up against Yoko’s drenched pussy, his pants and her panties being drenched. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his precum or was it because of her. Perhaps it was the both of them.

“E-Enough with the t-teasing” Yoko stammered out, tugging Soshiro by the hair to pull him away from her nipples. Nevertheless, she’s still grinding down on him. Soshiro chuckled as he grabbed her chin gently, pulling her back in. His lips found its way to her, licking her bottom lips he pushed his tongue into her mouth hungrily before pulling away.

“Patience sweetheart” Soshiro whispered against Yoko’s lips before hooking his fingers around Yoko’s panties, ripping the fabric. Revealing her soaked pussy, aching to be touched. The clit was bright pink showing how well it was cared for earlier.  His other hand went to unzip his own pants, lifting his hips up while tugging down his boxer. Taking his cock into his hand and pulling it out. The tip of his cock was already bright red, precum leaking down on its side.

“The combat suit does hide it '' Yoko mumbled, making Soshiro laugh as he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she still thinks about her random questions even at times like this. “That’s huge.” Yoko whispered, her finger tip tracing the crown of Soshiro’s cock, making his cock twitching and ripping a moan out of him. Soshiro really couldn’t help himself when he flipped Yoko over on her stomach. Her plump ass right in his face, he let his intrusive thoughts take over when he slapped the skin with his palm. Earning him a loud moan from the other, her back arched as she pushed her ass further up in the air. 

The next thing Yoko knew was that Soshiro’s fingers were prying her mouth open, which she gladly did. Swirling her tongue around his fingers, and sucking onto them like how she’d suck his cock. Only for him to withdraw the fingers a few seconds later. Soshiro himself was so hard to the point where it hurts, but he has self control. 

 Soshiro’s fingers trails down Yoko’s ass cheeks to her pussy. Slipping his index finger in first, the way that her pussy wrapped around him. The warmth, tight and wetness engulfed his finger, causing him to moan. Sending a hot sensation down to his cock at the imagination of it would feel like when he’s finally in her. He added in another finger, curling them as he tried to find the sweet spot. Earning himself a stifled moan from Yoko. Her pussy was so wet that the only sounds he could hear was the squelching of her pussy every single time he thrusted his fingers in and out mixed in with her moans. It was driving him crazy. “S-Sohiro..p-please” Yoko whined as she felt the pleasure being sent through her body. Her legs were already shaking just from his fingers. 

“Please what sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, his chest touching her bare back as his lips grazed her ears. Without waiting for an answer, Soshiro pushed in another finger until he was knuckles deep. Curling them just at the right spot, the spot where he knew Yoko would moan out the loudest. Just as he expected Yoko sobbed into the pillow, her fingers digging into the couch’s fabric. 

“Your c-cock insid-de” Yoko breathed out shakily as she turned her face to the side. That was more than enough for Soshiro to lose it. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing Yoko by the waist and flipped her over. Grabbing her thighs, he spread her legs apart and put them over his shoulder. One hand was right by her head as the other was holding onto his cock. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. He took in the way her eyes were squinted close as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her pussy. Yoko’s hands latched onto Soshiro’s back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving a stinging feeling but Soshiro doesn’t mind it. Matter of fact, he loved it. “S-Soshiro”. 

That was all it took for Soshiro to push his cock all the way inside of her, even he himself couldn’t hold back his moan as her pussy was wrapped around his cock. “So t-tight” Soshiro moaned as he grinned his hips into her. The warmth and the wetness was overwhelming. Yoko gasped seeing white for a split second, moaning Soshiro’s name like it was a mantra. It took all of his self control to not start ramming into her. 

“How do you feel s-sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, wanting to make sure that Yoko was comfortable before he continued. Yoko’s hand slipped up into his hair grabbing it and pulled him down into a kiss. Shoving her tongue into his mouth as she pushed her hips upward, causing Soshiro to let out a surprised moan now that they were skin deep. 

“So-o full” Yoko let out as she pulled away from the kiss for a second, before taking Soshiro’s lips back into hers. This was the green light that Soshiro needed, he started rocking his hips slowly. Picking up the tempo as he was engulfed in the pleasure. Yoko turned her face to the side as she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hand tugged on Soshiro’s hair as her lips parted slightly. Soshiro felt the familiar feeling swelling on the tip of his cock as he slammed into Yoko, letting his moans out. His eyes never left Yoko’s face as he washes how she’s drowned in pleasure because of him. 

“Cum for me” Soshiro whispered into her ears. Yuko’s toes curled up on their own, letting out a whine as white washes over her vision. Wet liquid spraying out of her and onto Soshiro. Soshiro could only groan as his hands found their way to her hips, clenching onto them as he started ramming into her, chasing his high. Small moans left his lips as he pulled out, letting his cum squirt all over Yoko’s pink pussy. Biting onto his lips at the sight, his own chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. 

Soshiro kissed Yoko’s forehead before stumbling out of the room, trying to find a bathroom. He first cleaned himself up quickly with a wet towel. Wrapping a towel around his waist as he found two more towels, a face towel and a body towel. Soshiro wetted the face towel and twisted the water out of it. Walking back he saw that Yoko was still on the couch, catching her breath. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Soshiro carefully wiped her clean, wrapping her with the towel as best as he could before he carried her in his arms. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” Yoko mumbled as Soshiro ascended the stairs. She clung to him, her breath warm against his neck. “My room is the one at the end of the hallway,” she added, leaning further into his arms. “Not only big dick energy but also a big dick,” she whispered with a sly grin.

Soshiro chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged Yoko’s bedroom door open with his foot. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You think you can handle it?” he teased, his voice a low, playful growl.

Yoko coughed, opening one of her eyes, and slapped him on the arm. “Never growl again,” she scolded, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Fine, fine,” Soshiro conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. The two broke out into laughter, their voices mingling with the night’s quiet. Yoko grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to her on the bed.

“It’s late…stay the night?” she asked, her voice softening.

“Mmh, first it was stay for tea, now it’s stay the night…if I stay any longer, I feel like ya’r going to ask me to stay forever,” Soshiro replied with his signature grin, but his eyes softened, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Yoko rolled her eyes playfully. “And if I did? Would that be so bad?”

Soshiro's grin faded into a gentle smile as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe not,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the warmth of their shared laughter still lingering in the air.  He pulled her close against his chest, and they both drifted to sleep, intertwined with each other.

[songsofadelaide]

Hello! Recently read a few of your kn8 Soshiro x Reader fics and fell in love with your writing style. It's so lovely, and I really like your portrayal of him! If you're okay with requests, can you maybe write a Soshiro/female!Reader story where the two have a number of memorable chance meetings from childhood to adulthood, until they "officially" meet in the Defense Force? I'm lowkey obsessed with the idea of two people who meet as kids and are repeatedly separated and reunited during different stages of life, before reuniting for good as adults who can be together. Bonus points if the reader is Kafka's silly little sister!

Sorry if this is a lot, and thanks for reading it all!

I love your big brain, anon. The childhood friends trope is really at the top of everything for some reason! But soulmates, too? (Or something like that lol.) These are just a few of my favourite things to write.

Hope you enjoy this!

cw: (F) Reader/OC has a name in this fic, Hibino Mayari, and is six years younger than Kafka and one year younger than Mina. There may be some inaccuracy with the ages. Written with a generic (f) reader in mind. ✧ Mayari is the deity of the moon, night, war, revolution, equality, and strength in the Philippines. Since Kafka had a unique name, I thought I'd give his little sister one, too. Think of it as their mother being some kind of voracious reader and giving her children names they absolutely cannot find in souvenir shops. wc: 3.8k

✧ Stardust - Sakura Fujiwara

stardust

Lucky stars, a trick of the gods, destiny— you could call your meeting so many different things. Strings so intricately twined that you'd think it to be a single rope, raindrops from the same cloud falling into the same ocean, and shadows coming together as the sun reaches a point in the sky. There wasn't a single part of you that wouldn't recognise the soul that touched yours that fateful day.

What was it like to make a promise to someone? Your older brother promised you many things— sweets after school, a piggyback ride whenever you got tired of running after him, and taking you wherever you wanted. Such were the little sister privileges granted to you by your older brother Kafka.

In the wake of your home's destruction, you remember him making a promise to a girl— your next-door neighbour Mina, and how they both swore to rise above and become the coolest Defense Force Officer the world has ever seen. You wanted in on that promise, too, and Kafka agreed only because you were his younger sister, his only one in this world. And Mina agreed because there was no way she could refuse you and your eagerness.

"I want to be a Defense Force Officer, too!"

"Then let's race! Me, Mina, and Mayari! Let's see who becomes the coolest of them all!" 

Not long after making that promise, you were caught amid a Yoju attack that separated you from Kafka and your mother. You screamed and wailed for your older brother, for anyone at that point, only to be rescued by a lone swordsman who swept through the field with his single blade. Your nameless saviour brought you to the nearest evacuation centre, where you reunited with your family and the rest of your community. 

You only knew swordsmen from legends and anime and not even once in your life did you ever think you'd be rescued by one, but then you were. And you couldn't peel your eyes away from the older man, who was clearly flattered by how you followed him around the evacuation centre with your curious eyes. 

"Is there anything I can do for you, little one?"

"I—! I want to be a swordsman, too!"

He chuckled at your declaration, calling it an admirable intention, but the light in your eyes revealed the depth of your earnestness— a rarity for children like you who have lost nearly everything in your life— mostly due to Kaiju attacks. 

The old man in the familiar Defense Force uniform crouched down and held out his hand for a handshake with you. "Very well. If you wish to devote yourself to the way of the sword, you must be willing to sacrifice your existing way of life."

He scrounged a wrinkled sheet of paper and a pen and wrote down an address that your practised eyes could read. "Ho… shina?"

"That's correct. If you truly wish to learn more about swordsmanship, come to this place, and I will teach you all that our family knows." 

That little scrap of paper became your most treasured possession. After weeks of pestering your older brother to take you to that place, he eventually relented and allowed you a maximum of 30 minutes before he came to pick you up again. 

You were almost turned away from the dojo when the students mistook you for a lost child, but your saviour recognised you— and your eyes filled with hope. When you introduced yourself to him once more and reiterated your intention to learn the way of the sword, he acknowledged you with a deep bow, which you quickly imitated. 

"I have a son your age. He will be the one to teach you the most basic yet valuable lessons when it comes to swordsmanship," he said before gesturing at a boy in the same haori and hakama as him. "Soshiro."

Rumours about the high schooler Hibino Mayari and her incredible sword arm reached even the ears of her older brother in college. While you remained his adorable little sister for the most part, it was clear to Kafka that you had a gift for the sword you had to continue honing. From his estimation, you won't have any difficulty passing the Defense Force Entrance Exams, but that will depend on your overall combat power and affinity for firearms. 

At 23, he had already failed four times, while you had one more year before you could take it yourself. And while you didn't wish for your brother to lose hope, the way things were going for him did not bode well. 

You were both home for the weekend, Kafka with his can of beer in hand while you practised your swings with your bokken in your backyard. 

"Aniki," you started. "Mina nee-san will take the entrance exams later this year, right?" 

"Yeah. Wish her luck when you can," he told you. "Speaking of which, didn't you say your friend will be taking the exam, too?" 

"Shiro-kun has family in the Defense Force. Though I doubt he'd try to get in the force by family connections alone," you said with a smile. "It's been years since I last saw him, so I wonder if he's really going to take the exam this year like he said before."

As a child, you learned everything you could about swordsmanship under the tutelage of the age-old samurai clan, but after being assessed at the age of 13, the Hoshina patriarch declared you a shodan, an estimation which meant you already had a clear grasp of the basics of swordsmanship. 

"It's a pity they had to let you go just when you were getting good, huh?" Kafka remarked as he drank deep from his can of beer. 

"I know, but Shisho said Shiro-kun and I were quickly becoming big fish in a small pond and training with a single person for a long time would narrow our perspective, so we had to start training with others. At least that's what he told me," you replied to him as you rested your bokken on your stiff shoulder. "I'm glad the schools I went to had Kendo clubs with members of varying levels of strengths and skill, so I was able to make use of my knowledge while learning new things at the same time." 

"Oh, come on. You learned swordsmanship from an elite dojo. We both know you just wanted to show off— ow!" He said with a small snort, to which you replied by lightly kicking his shin. "Mayari!"

"Well, maybe I do want to show off a little," you huffed at your older brother. 

"They even gave you some tacky nickname, right? Crescent blade Mayari! Pfft!"  

You kicked his shin a bit harder this time. "Aniki! I didn't ask for that! My kouhais thought it was cool, so…"

"So you ran with it," Kafka nodded at you before gently kicking you back. You could tell from the way he looked at you that he kind of wanted to cry. "I am proud of you, Mayari."

That can't be helped, you told yourself. Aniki is always so honest with himself, after all. 

"Thank you, aniki. Don't go crying on me now. I'll always be your adorable little sister," you replied to him with a laugh and playfully batted your eyelashes at him. "Speaking of which, this adorable little sister of yours just saw this pretty dress in—"

"H-Hey! Don't get too ahead of yourself, Mayari!" 

"Aniki," you said to him with a smile. "I hope you know I'll always be rooting for you, too, so don't give up, okay? I'm sure Mina nee-san will be waiting for you— and me— when she passes the exam this year."

"Shiro-kun!" 

It was an endearing nickname that was even more endearing by the sweet way you said it. If he was being honest, Soshiro did not think much of you back then. For him, you were just a little girl his father invited to learn and train swordsmanship. You were different from him in the way flowers grew from the same bush. While they were equally tended to, some will grow larger than others and bloom more brilliantly, too. 

He likened you to a grafted plant— one attached to him by the roots. And brilliantly did you bloom, indeed. A wildflower that thrived from the same water and sunlight as he did. For him, it was only a matter of time until you bloomed in fullness and outgrew him, but that never happened because his father uprooted you to the quick— for growing at a rate he did not expect from someone like you. 

That, and he did not expect his sons to start fighting over you. And though you were one of his most excellent pupils, he didn't deem you worth the trouble his sons would stir if you did not permit them to tame you. 

You parted your place of learning in good faith and had nothing but gratitude for the Hoshina Family, but there were times you thought it was unfair. He will continue learning under the best of the best while you have to carry on by yourself… But you were more disheartened by the fact that you would not see him again. 

Soshiro was truly the best rival you could ever ask for. As you entered middle school and high school and razed through club after club and joined every tournament you could, you soon realised that no one else could ever come close to him— both in skill and in something else you couldn't quite put a finger on. You searched for him in every opponent you came across, only to be disappointed time and again that they were not even at your level. 

In your final year of high school, during your school's long-anticipated cultural festival, the drama club needed someone with your skill, and they made you the centrepiece of their performance by teaching you a sword dance that drew spectators to your graceful form. 

"She's a marvel."

For once in his life, Soshiro was glad to have let his curiosity win him over. He was glad he sighted you in your high school's silly-looking cultural festival poster— for never did he expect to see the most beautiful wildflower in full bloom, adorned with silk and grace that did little to conceal her thorns as she danced to the strong yet tender rhythm of an equally gorgeous piece of music played on a shamisen. 

That was his wildflower. 

When he came to see you after your performance, all you could say was his name. "Shiro-kun!"

And it sounded just as sweet as when he last heard it. 

"Are ya just dancin' now?"

"Of course not! I was just helping the drama club!" You retorted with a smile. "If you wish to challenge me, all you have to do is ask." 

Your wordless duel of wooden swords was akin to dance as well, both of you equally deft, your movements measured and graceful, almost like spinning before a mirror until your dull blades were pressed against each other's necks. 

"I see time has not dulled your skills. That's good."

"It looks like time has been incredibly good to ya, too," he said, a familiar glint of mischief in his wine-dark eyes. "You've gotten prettier, Mayari-chan."

"Hmm. Not exactly the words I was looking for, but good enough, I suppose," you shook your head at him before breaking out into a smile. "It's good to see you again, Shiro-kun."

Mina's meteoric rise to the rank of Division Captain did not surprise you. Ever since you were children, she had always been more focused on her goals compared to Kafka, who only desired the coolness associated with being a Defense Force officer. She vouched for your potential when you took the entrance exams and passed with the help of her commendation, though she reassured you herself that your own skills brought you there to where she was. 

And though you were subsequently assigned to a different division, she kept in touch with you as you both anticipated your older brother's arrival.

An arrival that never came. 

When you last phoned your home, it was only then you found out that Kafka had moved out and started working as a monster cleaner. It was a noble profession for you, of course, but you couldn't help but think—

—of how lonely your older brother must have been to have received rejection after rejection from something he had wanted to do all his life—

And it pains you to think that behind his smile when he congratulated you for passing the exams and becoming an officer was the sting of dismissal. 

When Kafka stopped calling to check in on you, you figured he might be busy with his job. Behind your stellar performance during missions was a strong sense of duty and a great fear of failure that allowed you to focus on the things you can control. You missed your older brother, but it was his choice to give up. 

However, you sensed a change in the wind after receiving a summon from the Captain of the Third Division out of the blue.

"Captain Ashiro called for you again, Mayari. I know she's always looking forward to seeing you in joint training, but doesn't she realise how stressful it is having to travel to Tokyo so often?" 

The Captain of the Fourth Division, Ogata Jugo, was a relatively relaxed man for the most part, but he was also incredibly insightful. He had no qualms about promoting you to a Platoon Leader despite your inclination to use swords in missions. He believes in allowing officers to use their own weapons of choice and that you would eventually use a gun when the situation calls for it. 

Captain Ogata trusts your skills, but he trusts your critical thinking even more. 

"I don't really mind all the travelling, Captain, sir," you replied to him with your usual cheer. Nagano to Tokyo wasn't a walk in the park but a three-and-a-half-hour car ride.

"Well, I do. You are my Platoon Leader, after all. You must defend this base when the situation arises," your captain said with a sigh. "I'm betting that Ashiro would do just about anything to have you transferred to her division."

"Nonsense, Captain. My place is here," you reassured him. "And while I do enjoy being the apple of her eye, I don't think I'll work well under the Third Division and its Captain."

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because Captain Ashiro would sooner lose herself in the battle than send me out," you said with a small shrug. "Sisterly instincts, I suppose. More importantly, I like working with you and our division, Captain, sir."

"You should tell that to her," your Captain chuckled.

"But for the record, Captain, I enjoy seeing her, too," you replied with an easygoing laugh. "I hope you continue to be lenient with me, sir."

"All right, all right. Go before I change my mind," Ogata stated as he shooed you away with a slow swatting motion. "And don't forget to bring me back some of that stuff you last brought."

You gave him a sharp salute and the same warm smile he enjoyed seeing on your face. "I'll be sure to bring home a bottle or two for you, Captain, sir!"

Tachikawa Base never failed to amaze you. You found it more of a marvel compared to Headquarters, seeing as it was at the centre of the busiest city in Japan, but it was a constant magnet of Kaiju attacks, too. 

The entrance exams concluded Tachikawa Base's busiest time of the year, and with fresh recruits to fill in the ranks, more joint training sessions would soon be set to foster a warm relationship and camaraderie among the different members of the Defense Force's Eastern Divisions. 

Mina received you at her office as per protocol, the one place where you could simply be friends and not Captain and subordinate. 

"Fourth Division Platoon Leader Hibino Mayari at your service," you stated your name with a sharp salute and dignity tied to your esteemed position. "It's good to see you again, Captain Ashiro, ma'am."

"It's good to see you well, Mayari-chan," the older woman saluted right back before offering you a handshake. "I'll have to thank Captain Ogata for permitting your visit this time again."

"I'll buy his clemency before I head back to Nagano, Mina nee-san," you said with a laugh. "How did the entrance exams go this year, by the way? I only heard from Captain Ogata that something… strange happened."

Mina squeezed your hand and motioned for you to sit next to her. "This year's exams were nothing short of strange, I'll tell you that. But there's something I want to show you, too."

Having the Division Captain herself guide you through the many halls and walls of her base meant you had to return many greetings and salutations from younger officers. Mina was evidently well-loved by her division and adored by the masses for her levelheadedness that calmed whatever panic struck them during Kaiju attacks. After what seemed to be fifteen minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the base training ground, where most of the recruits gathered for their routine drills. 

"One of these days, we'd like for you to visit again when we host the annual goodwill Kendo match," she stated, eyeing the state of her division's recruits from above the area's gate. 

"I'd be glad to take part in…" You answered her, only for her to give you a small smile as she pointed down at one of the Third Division's recruits.

Lagging behind their laps was one older man gasping for breath, while a younger man slowed his pace to keep up with him. 

"Aniki…?!" 

Kafka turned to the direction of that endearment like clockwork, only to find you and Mina curiously peering down at him from the gate while the rest of his cohort eventually outran him. 

"Mayari! And Mina, too!" 

"Another 30 laps for calling your superiors by their names, Officer Hibino," Mina shot back at him, to which he replied with a small groan of protest. "You can catch up with Platoon Leader Hibino once you're done with your drills and punishment."

You managed to laugh off your older brother's misfortune over his excitement at seeing you, but your amusement was swiftly replaced by the same kind of shock that came over Kafka when you saw yet another figure in the same sleek black uniform approach you and Mina.

"Captain Ashiro! I didn't expect to see you here today! I was told you have a guest…"

"Ah!"

"Eh?"

"Sh-Shiro-kun?!"

"Huh. So you're that Shiro-kun, Hoshina? Mayari-chan told us much about you when we were young," Mina mused aloud, though you knew from the small smile on her face that she sewed everything seamlessly. "What a small world we live in. To think that one of my oldest friends knows my Vice Captain." 

"I-I apologise for speaking out of turn, V-Vice Captain Hoshina!" You mustered a nervous salute directed at your childhood rival, now one of the Third Division's most prominent superior officers. "I-It's good to see you again, sir!"

"Fancy meeting you here, Mayari-chan. Or should I say Platoon Leader—"

"Fourth Division Platoon Leader Hibino Mayari at your service, Vice Captain, sir! I'm here at Captain Ashiro's invitation." 

Hibino? He thought to himself. Same as the stand-out candidate from this year's exams— "Wait a second, are you actually Kafka's sister?!"

"I hope my older brother hasn't been causing you any trouble, sir," you let out a nervous little chuckle. "Truth be told, I haven't spoken to him in the last few years and I did not expect to see him here at all. Mina nee-san— I mean, Captain Ashiro only informed me about this today."

"I see. Then you two must have a lot of catching up to do," he replied to you with a warm smile, to which Mina responded by patting him on his shoulder. 

"You two have a lot of catching up to do, too, wouldn't you agree, Hoshina?" 

"Well, I— It's just that Mayari-ch— I mean, I simply thought Platoon Leader Hibino would like to hear about her brother's exploits so far…?" 

"Make good use of your time while you're here, Platoon Leader Hibino. Seeing as Hoshina is here, too, you should discuss the goodwill Kendo match between our divisions as well."

"O-Of course, Captain Ashiro, ma'am!" 

She gave your shoulder a quick squeeze as well, before eventually whispering in your ear, "Kafka-kun and I will be waiting for you, so make sure you two catch up well."

As Mina disappeared back to the base's main building, you were left to watch how Soshiro conducted drills and training exercises with his division's recruits. Nearly everyone cheered for Kafka as he finished the last of his additional 30 laps around the training ground before they all shuffled back to the mess hall, you and their Vice Captain trailing them from behind.

"Anything on yer mind, Mayari-chan?"

"How is Shisho? I hope he's been well." 

"The old man's as stubborn as a fox, I'll tell ya that. I suppose I'll have to let him know that one of his most prized students made it here again."

"Does he still remember me?" 

"'Course he does, even though we only knew you as Mayari-chan. You're one of his most dedicated pupils, after all," Soshiro stated with a grin. "One time he said he regretted letting ya go. But I'm sure he'll change his tune when he finds out how much better you've become, both with a sword and with yer guns…"

"You think I've gotten better with just a glance?" You teasingly asked him. "The last we met, you said I only got prettier."

"Well, pardon me for noticing your face before everythin' else," he shrugged at you. "And I wasn't jokin' about that, either. You did get prettier."

"And now? I can show you how well I've grown. If you wish to challenge me, all you have to do is ask." 

Soshiro chuckled at your instigation, only for him to tell you with the most familiar glint of mischief in his eyes, "I think you're mistaken there, Platoon Leader. You're the challenger here."

"Of course, sir. How could I forget that I'm on your turf?" You said with a hearty laugh. "Shall we put on a show for your lucky recruits? It's not every day they see two blade masters battle it out."

Lucky stars, a trick of the gods, destiny— your meeting could be defined by so many different things. But one thing remained constant in your every coming together and parting…

"I'd like that!"

Rivals, friends, colleagues, lovers. The titles didn't matter much to you. This meeting once more proves you were meant to be part of Hoshina Soshiro's life in one way or another, just as he was meant to be in yours.

✦ Thank you for requesting! Nothing makes me happier than writing a request I know I can work with. 🍹 You can read more about requesting here

[kaiju00]

Long live the brothers-in-law

Wouldn't it be ironic if Soshiro and Narumi's future couples are sisters/best friends/etc (regardless of whether it's in Kafka's triplet sisters AU or not).

Imagine that on double dates or family gatherings you have to be full of sarcastic comments or dirty looks since you both want to behave in the best way in front of your partners (although sometimes you may see small scenes). 

But despite having their rival as a brother-in-law, both men know that their partner's relationship is very important, and they would never do anything to affect said relationship, but they do not promise that on one occasion or another they will place bets to see who is the best. . boyfriend.

(Meanwhile Reno would be observing the scene that his vice-captain and the captain of the first division make with his partner while they both have a cup of tea, this applies in my AU of Kafka's triplet sisters).

[khunyuki]

can I request about what if Kagami planned to sacrifice herself by trying to defeat and weakened the kaiju no. 9 while severely injured and when no. 9 absorbed her it didn't know that she has poison that can kill it?

I wanna know how will Soshiro and Gen will react to this ⟵⁠(⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)

OMG IS THIS A REFERENCE TO SHINOBU??!! Σ(⸝⸝⚆╻⚆⸝⸝⸝)ˊ͈°*⋆:.༢·͙

Like damn I know my story is inspired by demon slayer but I didn't think of this!! This is truly interesting I can't😭 My mind is overflowing with ideas and I'll share it with you (┛✧Д✧))┛

=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=

Kagami didn't think it was possible. That the poison she accumulated in her body for years since childhood could be used in such a way. After all, nobody expects to be absorbed by a kaiju and still live, for there is not a single person left alive to tell the tale.

She first experienced it on a mission back with her old division. The inexperienced her got bitten by a stray yoju on her shoulder, near her neck. She thought she would die back then as she threw it away from herself in a panic and killed it. The wound was shallow but it was enough for her to be scared and not think clearly. She remembers the worried face and scolding she received from Soshiro after that.

What she didn't know was the reason the yoju didn't bite her fully. For just the taste of her blood caused it to become paralyzed. The convulsions were instant but barely noticeable as the poison wasn't a significant amount. The event happened too fast and she just neutralized it, thinking she just killed it with brute strength.

It didn't cross her mind, not at all. She didn't think ingesting poison will lead to her becoming the poison herself. But if she thinks about it, it was inevitable due to her strange fixation. She's tried it all, poisons made by humans or by nature. Granted she didn't want to be succumbed to the excruciating feeling as a child, with her so-called family forcing it on her. She's grown to just be obsessed with it. Her fixation now focused on poisons produced by kaijus.

Of course she's kept it a secret. But there's no way to avoid Soshiro's observant eyes y'know. He knew things about her family, even suspected the abuse early on but didn't talk about it cuz she wasn't. Talking about her family is a sore spot, after all. But he knew about the poison.

He was so concerned after he heard about it from his father. So much that he confronted Kagami about it, almost leading to a huge fight. She told him she stopped but did she really? She's always been honest with him, not lying even if she could but... Kagami's a skilled liar, he wouldn't notice it if she's determined to keep it a secret. Especially since they're now on different workplaces.

She's kept it a secret even with the first division. At least she tried. Experimenting with unknown substances could lead to severe consequences even leading to death if you're not careful. So with the possibility of complications happening, she decided to just get help from an expert. Expert not including herself but a scientist assigned with researching about kaiju substances.

She was extremely grateful that a distant relative of hers worked in the lab. That way, she could keep it a secret from everyone. The eccentric scientist was someone she's never interacted with before but knew of. Granted that she's conscious of her every actions around any members of her family, she never really trusted that person. Their only commonality was poisons.

It was this eccentric scientist that gave her the idea of using her own body to fight against kaiju no. 9. While there's no way of that happening, the possibility is still there. She's began to do this in earnest after Shinomiya Isao's death, all because he was absorbed. There was a sense of premonition in her that says she should do this. She's confused cuz she deemed herself unimportant but she still did it.

With her relative's help, she's slowly injected diluted kaiju poisons on herself. The dilution being 0.01% to almost 75% concentration. She has to build it up slowly or she might die before she could even fight. It was painful, as if her own body is burning everyday. She'd have fevers over 40°C and still go to work like nothing happens. It's a wonder how she's still alive. Maybe it's her willpower to keep on living.

She knew she might no longer have kids with a amount of toxins in her body, her own body would kill her baby if she has one. That would be the most devastating part to her, not being able to bear Soshiro's child but she's doing this for the sake of everyone. So that there would be a future for humanity and her fiance. She didn't think of herself as someone who would sacrifice their life for other people but here she is...

Inside Kaiju no. 9's body slowly being devoured/absorbed, Kagami could barely keep her senses intact. The icky feeling of warm flesh all over her, pulsing as it sticks itself onto her skin. She could not explain the feeling but for someone as sensitive as her, it was the most disgusting thing in the world. The plan of poisoning this kaiju was the last thing on her mind for she's no longer conscious, just attempting to retain her sanity with only Soshiro in her mind.

The news of kaiju no. 9 absorbing her was caught on camera by the drones and delivered by those on the operations room. It's location was finally revealed but at what cost? When platoon leader Kagami was injured while fighting against kaiju no. 16, she didn't have enough strength to fight against number 9 anymore. While she tried to stall for time, it wasn't enough as she's far away from everyone resulting in panic amongst them. Especially the two people that values her more than anyone else.

Gen, being the closest, finished battling his own opponent and rushed to her. The reliable captain of the first division will not let anyone important to him die in front of his face, not anymore. Inside, he's panicking so much with the trauma of what happened before with the old man. Outside, he's trying to remain his composure but failing.

Soshiro, being the farthest away from them and most injured, had to push himself just to go to her. He's definitely panicking and number 10 wasn't helping to soothe his mind at all. His injuries were hindering his actions to try and save his lover and he blames himself if something were to happen to her. Despite knowing that it's normal for one to die in the line of duty, he knew he couldn't handle it if it was her.

The first to arrive at the scene was Hibino Kafka, in his kaiju form. Quite unexpected but not really, aside from Gen, he's the closest one to her. The plan was to not show himself until it was time but he had to forgo it cuz his favorite superior was in danger. He couldn't save Kikoru's father before and it's still weighing on his mind so this time, he will definitely save her. And save her he did.

Kafka engaged in combat with number 9, trying to make it let go of her. It was a struggle cuz he couldn't exactly go full power with her as a hostage. When all of a sudden, number 9 stopped moving. Confused, it's trying to figure out what's happening, finding the source. It groaned as some of its flesh started melting. It was an opening Kafka needed to pull her out of its system.

"What's happening?" They all thought as they watch/hear kaiju no. 9 complaining and visibly weakening. Only one person reacted which is the eccentric scientist whose bright eyes were staring directly at the screen, completely fascinated.

"Amazing... So it really worked! HAHA" the maniacal laughter they let out caught the attention of everyone in a weird way. Gen and Soshiro demanded they reveal what that means and the scientist explained it with much pleasure. They then revealed the plan they thought of and implemented together which granted looks of horror at every word.

"Such a shame we couldn't go for 100% concentration, it would've been more effective" the two males could feel bubbling anger in them at the nonchalantness expressed by the scientist. How could someone be so twisted to come up with such a suicidal plan?! Lest using someone as a test subject and be disappointed at the failure of it?! Only someone crazy can do it so easily. The two wanted to beat this person up if not for the current situation.

Despite kaiju no. 9 not getting to absorb her fully, the effects weren't bad at all. The open wounds that were still bleeding when she's inside led to direct ingestion of the poison. It was something it couldn't easily expel from its body for it already processed the toxins. The said kaiju was now debuffed and it was a great opportunity to all. No matter how reckless the action was, they were grateful for it even if it lasted only for a few minutes.

Who knows what will happen if number 9 absorbed her fully? The question on the back of their mind that they do not have the courage to ask. Cuz if they did, then they would've lost part of their humanity by sacrificing her. Nevertheless, she'll be scolded for her recklessness by the entirety of JADKF once she wakes up. If Kagami does wake up. Her boys will never let her hear the end of it.

=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=

Oh shit you guys!!! Should I introduce a new character? Like this eccentric relative of hers so I could pair them with Gen??? Like damnnnn, I imagine them meeting after Kagami gets into a coma cuz they're like her private doctor or something. With Gen losing his mind and being somewhat delusional, they'll be the one to keep him grounded. Sidelining as a therapist too!

Also I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD!!! I can't believe one week has already passed huhu how time passes by so quickly😭 I've experienced a lot of things both good and bad that I lost motivation to write but here I am! Thanks for being patient🫶

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

my kn8 homies!!!!

i really wanna just bust my ass and get this rin fic up for her birthday but it may or may not happen idk it depends on how wild i feel the rest of the day 😅

SO i would like to know which you would like to see first??

[imthecosmicbasball]

BIG! BIG!!! FAN of Kaiju no 8 and I can't help but make an oc out in their universe.

(I'm bad with backgrounds 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 pls understand the struggles.)

Her name is Hasanagi Akira, fun fact I actually just came up with the last name but in accurate Hasanagi mean.

"The meaning of the given name Hasanagi represents compassion, creativity, reliability, generosity, loyalty and a love for domestic life."

Also I wan to related this because Akira is a very interesting character for herself because she's love finding other ways to kill a Kaiju she's a specialise in finding some interesting details about the kaiju and would give off ideas or ways to kill kaijus.

Akira join the JAKDF when she was 19 at that age she's developed in 29% combat level. Reason she's higher because of her hobbies like exploring (which turn to a daylight parkouring) and love skateboarding in some abandoned cities areas. And she also loves drawing. She pretty flexible which giving her a very skillful fighter using her flexibility.

Like I said she loves finding creative ways to not bored herself up. I also made her having a crush on Hoshina Soshiro when she was 20 while meeting him. She was excessively giving the opportunity to be third in command at 24. At 24 her level increases in 89%.

I might draw more if I'm not lazy.

But I must say I'm proud of my (basic) colouring, shading plus highlights.

[drenix004]

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Soshiro Hoshina x Fem!Oc!

VICISSITUDE

MASTERLIST | AO | PR | CH.1 | CH.2 | CH.3

VICISSITUDE

❛ The unexpected changes are always in life; sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. She knew it very well.❜

𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔/𝗞𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗡𝗼.8 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

"All I'm asking is that I don't have to kill my own wife if this goes out of control."

"It was fun at first, because it made me laugh… but to make her laugh, too, is another matter."

" What do you mean I don't understand women? Of course I do… well, I don't."

-Soshiro Hoshina.

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

"You really thought I't notice? Kaiju hybrids can be recognized even if they are human."

"Don't die, I like them and it would be a shame to see their bodies scattered."

"Life sometimes gives, sometimes takes away, Kafka. Death is a friend that awaits us in every moment of life."

-Liana Hoshina/Nakano.

[kyuxshii]

Aiko and Hoshina (oc x canon)

Delulu is the solulu 😔☝️

---------