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Sound the Alarm (Soshiro Hoshina)

Kinktober 2024 Day Two: Interrupted

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ���𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The second the alarm starts to blare, he freezes.

A loud, shrill sound that could be heard all over the compound. In all the rooms, corridors, offices and bedrooms. And it’s a sound that the two of you know all too well. A call to arms. A call to return to your stations and prepare your gear. A call to battle. A call that should never be ignored. But… that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. 

Ignoring it.

“Fuck…” You hear Soshiro mutter just above you. It’s hard to hear him over the alarm, but the frustration seeping into his voice only seems to add volume to his words as he clenches his jaw and frowns deeply. You’re eyeing him carefully, chest heaving up and down as you wait for him to make his next move. Whatever it was going to be. But that’s the thing. He doesn’t make his next move. He just doesn’t.

“Vice Cap-Captain Hoshina…”

Instead, he stays inside of you. Cock half-buried inside you pussy and ready to slam into you once more. Because he seems too busy thinking about fucking you to care about the Kaiju attack he’s about to be called to deal with.

“Shit…” He curses again. His arm muscles ripple and tense above you as he holds you still. His grip is tight, but not unbearably so. Still, you can see very clearly how frustrated he is. Usually, he doesn’t hold back. Usually, there’s no regard for anyone or anything. Not even things like your voice growing too loud or him taking up far too much of your time than he really should matter all that much to him. But this is the one time he really can’t make any excuses. This is the one time where he truly has to pick someone else over having his fill of you. At least, that’s how you thought he’d see things. “...I’ll be quick. I promise.”

You whimper at that. He said that to you the last time. He says that to you all the time. It just hasn’t truly mattered until this moment. Right now, you're the only nurse working the Nurse’s Station during most of the night shifts. Something Soshiro managed to make happen by pulling rank and plenty of strings. But you were okay with it. Because almost every time you found yourself working at night and alone, you could always count on him to be there for a visit. Sometimes, it was just to keep you company for an hour or two. Be someone you could talk to during the boring hours. Be a source of entertainment when there was no one around and nothing to watch. Just someone to help make time go by faster.

And sometimes, it was just to strip you down and fold you in half on one of the cots and fuck you so hard that you swear you couldn't breathe. Just like he was doing earlier. But now, he’s slowly starting back up again. Slowly pushing his cock back into your pussy and pulling back out with what starts out as a lazy pace. 

It’s more than enough to feel pleasurable. In fact, you can’t even recall a time when Soshiro’s dick has made you feel anything other good before. From this position, you can see the twitch of his thick, full cock when he drags out and then pushes back inside of your inner walls and continues to stretch you out so that he fits inside of you perfectly. You can hear his low grunts and moans as his dark-colored eyes stare down at you almost carnally- like you’re his and his alone for the taking, even though he hasn’t bothered to ask you properly yet. And you feel the ache in your lower body as he forces your knees to your ears and squeezes the meat of your thighs like you’ll disappear the second he stops fucking you.

But at the same time, he’s going slowly and steadily enough that you’re still able to form coherent sentences and think complex thoughts- including thoughts about the relatively obnoxious but incredibly important alarms that keep shouting into the room through the intercom system. He’s going slow and steadily enough that you’re still able to remind him that his duty is to his country, and not the pretty little nurse he took a liking to a couple months ago.

“The other nurses- ah! The other nurses, Soshiro!” You start to explain to him. But all too quickly, he catches on that you’re about to protest his being here. Because he’s extremely quick to speed up his strokes and angle them in a way that he knows will have you babbling and drooling and feeling a little too good in no time at all. But as much as you want him right now- as much as you want him to make you cream over his cock and give one of those orgasms he promised you after you spent the morning teasing him in front of his subordinates- you can’t get caught by the other nurses fucking the Vice Captain while you’re supposed to be on duty. And you certainly can’t get caught being the reason why he’s not rushing to put on his battle suit and running out to rally the troops and save lives. You just can’t. “They’ll be here, Soshiro! They’ll- they’ll get here soon!”

His jaw clenches once more as he weighs the outcomes, but his pace never slows down. Not even for a second. In fact, your reminder seems to have only invigorated him even further judging by the smirk now growing on his face.

“I’ll be quick.” He promises to you again as he slams his dick down inside of you with a pace that’s as sloppy as it is rough. “Fuck, you just feel so good.”

You squealed as you felt him hit a spot inside of you that really does feel too good for you to handle. And he gives a few pleased words of praise as he tells you just how badly he’s been wanting to do this ‘ever since you gave him that hard-on this morning’ and how he ‘couldn’t stand the thought of leaving your precious cunt without his cum painting your walls white.’ But luckily, you haven’t lost yourself completely in the whirlwind of pleasure that he’s giving you. Because you haven’t forgotten what that alarm means. You haven’t forgotten that there are lives at stake whenever that alarm starts to blare.

“And you have to go!” You cry out to him in between half-moans and whines. He lets out a low sound from the back of his throat. Something akin to an animalistic growl that might have scared you if you didn’t know that the man you were currently with was all bark and no bite when it came to you. But that didn’t stop the shivers going down your spine at the fiercely attractive and desperate behavior. Though even so, you had to press on. “What if they need you?” 

They always need you.

The words were left unsaid, but they still lingered in the room like a poltergeist one just couldn't ignore. And even if he tried to ignore it, other things were vying for his attention. Because in an almost fate-like moment, a voice interrupts the two of you from over the radio. You can barely hear it from your position and the alarm still going off, but Soshiro’s radio is tucked right up by his ear so he’s able to make out the words of whoever was shouting over the line almost perfectly. So much so that for a moment, his hips started to slow down and falter. Until finally, they stopped altogether. 

And you’ll never know what was said to him over the radio that day. Because the somber look that crept onto his face as he slowly pulled his dick out of you and eased you into a more comfortable position on the cot you were both on was the only indication that things were far more serious than he anticipated. 

Still, he was kind enough to help you dress yourself as he muttered orders into the receiving end of the radio. And he was sweet enough to leave you with a long, hard lingering kiss on the lips as a promise to pick things back up where they left off. Exactly where he left off. 

But still, life’s cruel. And in your opinion, he’s cruel too. 

Because in the end, he did make you wait many long, hard, brutal hours for any sign of him coming out of this battle alive. Because he did make you worry and check on just about every body that was recovered and brought into your station during and after the mission with the hopes that you wouldn’t see the same man who was just making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world end up as the coldest corpse in the room. But most of all? It’s because he made you fall in love with him.

Despite his dangerous line of work making sure that his future is never promised to him. Despite only ever being the nightshift girl he sneaks around with. Despite the fact that there are so many bad reasons to get involved with a man like him. Despite absolutely everything telling you no...

...you still decide to ignore the alarms.

[miharuki]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

Soshiro has always found you intriguing since the moment you took the test to join the Defense Force. Your combat skills were surprisingly low—lower than anyone else’s in the exam. Even so, you passed, just like he did. He tried to approach you, start a conversation, but you didn’t seem as talkative as the others. However, he noticed that with Captain Mina, you laughed, joked, and even made jokes. He wondered if you were in the Defense Force just because of your friendship with Mina. After all, you weren’t good at long-range combat, and your strength seemed weaker than most. Still, something about you was intriguing.

This mystery deepened during your first mission together. He saw, alone, you destroy a huge kaiju—a feat that normally required a platoon leader. The skill you demonstrated at that moment confused him. When he tried to talk about it, you remained closed off, keeping all your secrets to yourself. With each failed attempt at communication, Soshiro’s curiosity only grew, until he realized he had become attached to you.

When he was promoted to vice-captain, he thought this would bring him closer to you. He thought perhaps it was his position that made you not open up to him, but nothing changed. Your coldness and distance remained, until the arrival of the new soldiers, including Kafka Hibino. Suddenly, you started opening up, talking to Kafka in a way you never did with Soshiro. A strange feeling overwhelmed him. He didn’t like seeing you together. The more you grew closer to Kafka, the more he gave the new soldier tasks, trying to keep him busy. He didn’t like it at all.

Then came the revelation: Kafka was Kaiju No. 8. When he was taken, you seemed to lose your spark. Soshiro saw it, felt the sadness radiating from you, and it irritated him. Why care so much about Kafka? He was a kaiju. Even though he was human, he was a monster.

Over time, he noticed that despite the pain, you continued to train, to evolve. It was as if your combat skills, once weaker, were now on par with the soldiers. Maybe even reaching the level of a platoon leader, but the sadness from Kafka’s absence seemed to be something unchangeable. Soshiro tried to get closer, to be there for you, but you kept your distance.

When he found out the final result of Kafka’s fate, his death, Soshiro noticed the change in you. The distance and emptiness grew even more, while you stopped eating, taking care of yourself. The situation became so dire that Soshiro decided to seek answers from Captain Mina.

When Soshiro arrived at Mina’s office, she looked at him seriously and thoughtfully, as if weighing what she was about to reveal. He felt a shiver of nervousness. She began:

“Soshiro, there’s something I think you need to know.”

He furrowed his brow, a bit confused. Was she going to talk about something related to the previous mission, when he had saved you both from being swallowed by a kaiju? He hoped so.

“Lately, I’ve noticed you trying to get close to someone in particular… (Your Name),” she continued, carefully choosing her words. “And I thought I should tell you. The reason (Your Name) is so shaken is because their brother… has just been executed. That brother was Kafka Hibino. (Your Name) Hibino.”

Soshiro felt his heart race, his eyes widening in shock. “Kafka was… their brother?”

Mina nodded. “That’s right. That’s why I thought you should know. (Your Name) told me that, from the beginning, you’ve tried to get close, tried to be friendly, but maybe this is the reason for their distance.”

Soshiro took a moment to process everything, the revelation about Kafka being their sibling shedding new light on every interaction he had with you. The truth caught him by surprise, but at the same time, it intensified his desire to be there for you, now more than ever.

“Captain… if you don’t mind, where are they now?”

Mina replied firmly, but with a gentle look. “If you want to see them, they’re on the roof of the headquarters right now.”

Soshiro simply thanked her with a nod, leaving the room and heading straight to meet you. When he saw you, you were facing away, with a bowl of food beside you. He called your name:

“(Your Name)?”

You slowly turned around, your face weary, marked by tears. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Approaching slowly, Soshiro placed a hand on your head and murmured:

“I heard what happened… I’m so sorry about your brother. I can’t even imagine the pain you’re feeling.”

You looked away, and Soshiro stepped closer. “But know that I’m here,” he said, his voice soft and full of sincerity.

Without thinking much, you hugged him, and he returned the embrace, listening to your sobs. Soshiro, with his heart aching, whispered:

“You don’t have to go through this alone. Let me be here for you.”

But what he didn’t know was that you had already devised a plan for revenge, a way to repay every drop of suffering that had been caused to your brother. What you also didn’t know was that from that moment on, Soshiro wouldn’t let you escape. He would stay by your side, no matter what it took.

[leothebirdwrites]

~Like a Rabbit in Heat~ Chapter 1 - An Unhealthy Obsession

Arriving at the Defense Force’s Third Division base was… something else. You park your car, finishing the last bit of the song you had going before getting out. You stand, close your door, and look up to see a young girl and an older-looking man arguing. There was another guy, handsome and white-haired, but you weren't here to ogle. You were here to ace your exam.

Moving forward, eyes trailing on the now frantic guys, you turn your head to the base - only to hear the sound of metal moving. A loud bang tempts you to turn and look, and the car- the car- is now out of its parking spot. The young blonde girl smirks triumphantly, saying something that looks snarky. The older man, sporting scruffy black hair, grabbed the car in turn, his arms… changing? Hard, black shell with fluorescent blue lines instead of flesh for arms. The car raising didn't even catch your eye, but it did catch the blonde’s. Her amazed expression mirrors yours. The white haired boy looks around frantically, spotting you. You meet his gaze slowly, your feet starting up on their own. Taking you to the base.

Away from this.

Away from the confusion.

You tell yourself to forget it.

It doesn't work at first, but you soon manage to trick your brain into thinking, “forget what?” over and over. You continue walking, going inside of the base and joining the other recruits. The opening ceremony takes place, boring you, though the vice captain catches your eye. When he speaks, you straighten, locking your gaze to his beautiful face. Long lashes and protruding canines put you in a trance, uneven bangs accompanying a bowl cut swaying with his every movement.

Damn.

This is gonna be interesting.

The physical exam is pretty grueling, but not the worst workout you've ever done. Then comes the “wild card” of the exam. You, along with the rest of the Third Division, are moved to the training grounds, where there are 36 yoju and a honju roaming. You glance around at the others, getting information from the Vice-Captain before being released to eliminate them. Everyone takes off together, scattering after the blonde girl - Kikoru - ran off ahead.You end up alone, traversing and killing as many kaiju as you can. Quiet as you are, your surroundings are especially loud. The drone above you, the noises of the various kaiju, the sound your weapons make every time they rattle off, your own pulse. You hear a small crackling sound close to you before a voice sounds in your ear, “You're dangerously close to overheating.” Oh, the sweet, sweet sound of the vice captain’s voice. You acknowledge him quietly, your heart speeding up. Your imagination running, running, sprinting… oh. You take a breath in, thinking of dirty toilets and the men’s restroom.

Yep, that did it.

Back to normal now, you hoist your gun against your shoulder, moving to track down more kaiju.

♡♡♡

You got accepted!In the Defense Force now, you arrive at the admission ceremony. You smooth down your uniform - don't want to look unkempt in front of the lovely vice captain, now do you?

What a silly question, yet you continue to smooth and smooth, brushing off your shoulders and dusting your knees. Nervous, you suppose. You're just nervous. Right as you take notice that Kafka Hibino - the old guy - isn't present, the ceremony starts and Captain Ashido walks in, quiet and graceful. She stands at the column on the stage, placing down a binder before looking out at everyone. Absently, you wonder where Vice Captain Hoshina is. Kikoru is called to the stage as the representative. When she takes her place, the captain moves to the side of the column so each woman stands on either side of it. What if he and Captain Ashido are together? No, not the time to think about that. Never the time.

Handing Kikoru a paper, the captain addresses her, “As of this moment, the twenty-seven here assembled are officers of the Defense Force.”

Kikuro tucks the paper beneath her arm, saluting, “On behalf of all twenty-seven of us, I pledge that we’ll lay down our lives for the cause.” The captain says something muted to her, and a look of remorse crosses Kikoru’s face as she looks out at the crowd of new officers.

The doors creak, and you hear a sheepish voice, “Pardon me, everyone. Sorry to hop in here in the middle of everything.” Kafka Hibino dances shyly through the doors, causing heads to turn and comments to be made. Captain Ashido announces that he is not going to be an officer, but a cadet with the Third Division.

…Interesting.

A familiar voice catches your attention and you whip your head around to see Vice Captain Hoshina on stage. Though all he's doing is presenting formalities for the captain, you hang on to every word he says, relishing in the sound of him. The captain thanks everyone for deciding to be part of the Defense Force, and presents a few more formalities when Kafka speaks up, “I'll be at your side, Mina. I swear!”

The gall this man has, addressing his superior officer like that. Everyone looks at him, flabbergasted by his words. Well, actually by him using the captain’s first name. Composing herself, Captain Ashido assigns Kafka 100 pushups right then. Vice Captain Hoshina bursts out laughing, and you suddenly can't hear anything but him.

Him.

His laugh, the amusement in his voice when he speaks again, the way he smiles… You've developed an unhealthy obsession.You tell yourself that it's alright - not like you're gonna stalk the guy.

Kikuro approaches Kafka after he finishes his pushups, asking to talk alone with him. Weird. You shrug inwardly, turning your attention to the vice captain, who's attention is fully on Kafka.

Look at me, dammit.

That night you lay in your bed, hands folded over your stomach, stuck deep in thought. Thoughts about him floated through your brain. A future between the two of you. How you two would interact on dates. How you would make love. His sweaty face after he finishes training. His compression shirt hugging him perfectly.

Him.

You fall asleep that night with a smile, hoping to see him in your dreams.

[imthecosmicbasball]

It's fun posting on Tumblr now for me hehehehe.

I might of change her eyes details but do now the clothes are dark so I'm not sure how to work through the highlights but this will do.

Hasanagi Akira Uniform. (I followed the manga shoulder logo)

Funny question, should I.... Maybe.... Start writing a small(?) story for my oc?

I don't know, maybe?

[daisies-daydreams]

Deep Breaths (Kafka Hibino x F!Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Kafka Hibino x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Tags: Established Relationship, Kafka being a sweetheart, Burnout, Overworking, Forehead Kisses, Comforting, Snuggling Word Count: 1k Adult Content Banner: @cafekitsune Summary: Your boyfriend finds you slumped over your computer and tries to convince you to stop working for the night. A/N: I haven't written for Kafka yet, but I hope you all enjoy!

Kafka grunted as he stepped into his small apartment, his body worn from yet another long, arduous mission. He slipped his shoes off in the entryway, his heavy footsteps echoing within the confines of his cramped space.

"Babe, I'm back," he called as he set a plastic bag filled with piping hot take out on the counter. His thick brows furrowed when he didn't hear a reply from you. He peeked his head around the corner, his eyes growing wide when he saw you slumped over on his bed.

Kafka slowly crept over and laid one of his large hands on your shoulder. He flinched when you snapped your head up, your hair plastered against your face as you grunted.

"Hi baby," your boyfriend cooed as he sat on the edge of the bed. You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you shifted on the comforter.

"Mmm hey," you hummed, your gaze half-lidded as you sighed deeply. Kafka glanced down at the laptop resting on your thighs, his stomach twisting into knots when he saw a spreadsheet set up on your screen.

"Are you still working? It's almost midnight," your boyfriend frowned as he kept his hand on your shoulder. Your gaze snapped back to your computer as you gasped.

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me. I just gotta finish this real quick," you said as you began to shift between tabs. Kafka let out a long exhale as he shook his head, his other hand moving to rest on top of your laptop.

"Babe, why don't we call it a night? You're clearly exhausted," he tried to reason with you. Your brows pinched together as your shoulders slumped.

"B-But, they're expecting this report by tomorrow. And I still have to-" you paused when your eyes rested on Kafka's concerned expression. His frown deepened as he swallowed the growing lump in his throat.

"(Y/N), I'm really worried about you. You're always working or sleeping whenever I come home now. Can't they get some of your coworkers to help out with these reports?" he asked softly. You averted his gaze and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I-I try to tell them, but everyone says that I'm the 'best person' for this, that I 'really know what I'm doing'," you muttered. Kafka blinked as he squeezed your shoulder.

Those goddamn bastards.

"Baby...I think that...well, I think they're manipulating you to get out of work," your love hesitantly explained. Your expression slowly shifted as tears welled in your eyes. Kafka's heart clenched as he gently wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head. He hummed softly as you turned, a small sniff leaving you as you rested your hands on his chest.

"I-I thought this job would be different; that I would be more competent. I...I just wanted to do well," you cried. Your boyfriend kissed the top of your head as he gently rubbed his hands over your back.

"Oh, honey. You're not just doing a good job...you're doing a fantastic job," Kafka praised you as he slowly tilted his head back. You sniffed, your eyes red and puffy as you swallowed thickly. Kafka let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his thumb over the small of your back.

"It's those stupid assholes at your work who are manipulating you to think that you're never doing enough...but you are. You're doing more than enough, and I think you should really talk to your manager about it," he explained. His first choice was coming to your workplace and "teaching" those bastards a thing or two, but he held back for now.

You wiped your eyes again as your hands remained over his racing heart.

"You know what? You're right. Their expectations are really unfair. I'm gonna talk to my boss tomorrow and-" you paused as your eyes widened. "But what if they fire me? And then I have no money and-" Kafka patted your upper back as he gave you a warm smile.

"Hey, I'm sure your boss will recognize how hard you work. And if you end up getting fired, there's always new jobs. Plus...you can always move in with me," he said as a bright pink hue filled his cheeks. You sucked in a sharp breath as your fingertips dipped into his chest.

"R-Really?" you murmured with wide eyes. Kafka chuckled as he gave you a firm nod.

"Of course! I can't just let you fend for yourself out there," he said before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Your anxious frown slowly melted into a small smile as you relaxed in his hold. Your grin grew as you leaned up and gently pecked his lips, Kafka's blush growing up to his ears as his hands fell down to your hips.

"Thank you, Kafy," you cooed. Your boyfriend chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, his heart skipping a beat at the sweet nickname that fell from your lips.

"N-No problem, babe," he murmured. Your giggle sent a shiver down his spine as you spread your hands across his chest. Kafka swallowed thickly as you gazed into his eyes.

"You know what? I'm not gonna finish the report tonight," you said as you turned and set your laptop on the nightstand. Kafka let out an exhale of relief as he smiled.

"Sounds good, b-" he grunted when you suddenly tackled him to the bed and nuzzled your face in his chest. Kafka chuckled as he gently rubbed your back. His heart melted as he held you in his burly arms, your smaller form curled up on his chest and stomach.

Your boyfriend smiled as he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth of your body and the sound of your steady breathing. His smile softened as he felt you stir on top of him, his hands resting on the small of your back as you yawned. Kafka grinned as he tugged the comforter over the two of you, his arms protectively wrapped around you as he held you close.

Despite the growing hunger that stirred within him, he knew you needed this rest more than anything. Kafka brushed some loose hair from your face and gently kissed your forehead.

"Sleep tight, baby," he whispered softly as you let out a quiet snore.

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[owlettie]

Kaiju No. 8 Fan Comic Expansion

A written scenario from the comic I drew. It’s more like a self insert OC x Gen Narumi thing. More oc than anything.

I have no beta testers, just grammarly. Bear with me.

Tags: Cringe (lovingly), Yume ship, Self Insert OC, OcxCanon build up, More OC lore, timeskips within each hyphen, this takes place 3-4 years before main story, I am hopelessly in love with Gen, yapping sess in the end

Word count: 1.58 K (Last time I wrote this much was my 5th grade hetalia fanfic lmao)

Arriving in Japan’s hot summer only to train for less than a month for the auditions is crucial for Persephone. It was her only chance to escape all of the negative people and memories from her old country; moving to the country of Kaiju seemed like a haven for her.

Unlike the average person who wishes to become a JAKDF officer, she had connections to high-ranking officials in her youth.

In her first year of high school, she won a scholarship program to live in Japan for a year to study their culture and history. The citizens never knew peace when it came to Kaiju. It was her first time learning about what that word meant. Her host sister and Persephone wanted to go grocery shopping, but they were in the crossfire of Yoju Kaijus crawling around. Persephone rose to distract the Yoju in a crisis, buying her sister time to run away and hide. Her unruly brown locks hit across her face as she uses the reptilian-like Yoju’s scales as a shield and blade. She was effectively damaging the Yoju’s legs, immobilizing them. Before Persephone could give it a finishing blow, the officers from the First Division arrived. They were impressed with the potential growing inside of her, a simple business card was handed in case the future of hers were to change and work for them. To their wishes and her unfortunate circumstances, it became true.

Scoring a spot for the First Division is no easy feat. It’s where the best of the best reins to protect its fellow citizens. For Persephone to be a foreigner, many eyes were on her. She knew that coming to Japan would have a lot of high expectations on her, even if she wasn’t that fluent in the language the aura around them was tense. It was orientation for all of the new officers joining the division. Persephone stood in the front row as Captain Gen Narumi and Vice Captain Eiji Hasegawa welcomed them.

Seeing Hasegawa in a professional light was a bit jarring for the woman to perceive but she adapted quickly as he will now be one of her bosses rather than a guardian. Narumi is a recently instated captain. He was known to have a more casual air around him but all the officers treated him seriously and professionally. Hasegawa reminded her before the ceremony about Narumi; informing her that they were both similar with high aptitudes before wielding a Kaiju’s part. Hearing it from the tall gentleman, it was clear that she would be just as talented and powerful as The Captain of The First Division.

‘Narumi Gen…I will become stronger so I can become your equal.’ Her rosy pink eyes stare intensely at the two-tone-haired man.

-

Training is essential for everyone, and Persephone was no exception. Aside from sleeping, eating, and drawing, training was the main focus. Spending hours training and working out, the petite girl heads out of the room. A figure walked past her like nothing but she was quick to realize it was the captain. She must make a good first impression. Persephone stood straight with a smile, “Good Evening, Gen-san!” She exclaimed in gratitude and respect.

Narumi stood still for a moment, questioning if he heard her right. ‘Gen-san? Oh right, she’s a foreigner. Okay.’ Quickly realizing the person he passed, the male simply shrugged it off, a slight head nod before walking away.

‘I did it. He listened…I think? Oh well. I need to go to my dorm room. Gen-san is very respectful, right? I’ll be sure to call him that again next time.’

-

“Gen-san! Good work out there, today!” A bright smile beams on her face as the division makes their way back to headquarters. The male with his slick back hair let out an audible sound of amusement. During their previous passes, it was just the two of them but now the entire division looked back at the sudden closeness and familiarity that the rookie has to the captain.

Shinonome gently tugged on the brunette’s arm before whispering in her ear.

”Castellano, Gen is his first name. Narumi is his surname. We call him Narumi-san, not Gen-san.” It was straightforward but kind which only made the Latina woman’s cheeks flare up into a deep rose color.

”EEEEeeeeehhhhhhhh?????!!!???!” Her shock gasps, staring at the platoon leader and back at the captain; practically giving herself whiplash as the officers surrounding them whisper and chuckle among themselves.

“I’m so sorry!” Persephone quickly bowed at 90 degrees, wishing that no one else could see her red and embarrassed face.

“You can apologize to me with your strength,” Narumi stated, breaking the silence as Persephone looked up with a relieved look.

”Yes sir!”

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Even though Narumi Gen can be childish and lazy aside from his Kaiju slaying duties, Persephone tends to be similar whenever she’s free from training. Following the platoon leader’s informative correction of Persephone’s respectful words, the girl hasn't brought herself to call the captain, “Narumi-san.” No matter how hard she tries.

“Ugh, it’s so weird to call him like that when I’ve been calling him Gen-san the entire time!! Whhhyyy!!! You would think that by watching anime as a kid and going to a Japanese school I should know!! I should know!! Aaahhhh, it’s so cringey!! It’s a simple surname. It’s Na….Na…Nananaaa..ruuuu..Mimi….Naru…Naru…mmm…iiii…”

”Castellano. You’re still here?”

”AAAahh! I mean- y-yes! Uueeh?! N-Na-Na-Nar-Narumi—sa-sa-saaa-“

”Gen-san is fine.” He raised his hand up to reassure her. His hair was down, and his choppy layered dyed bangs covered his eyes a bit, leaving his face more obscure to the rookie.

”Gen-sama.” A spur of the moment Peresephone’s mind completely jumped to an honorific for the gods, it caught both of them off guard. Realizing her mistake, she made an sideways L shape on her right hand to tuck under her chin to play it off like a joke. This threw off Narumi where he was holding back his laughter until it spilled everywhere. A hearty laugh escapes her lips struggling to maintain a smile from the embarrassment and humor.

“HAHAAHAHAA GEN-SAMA? I KNOW I’M THE BEST BUT PFFFTT AHAHAHAAHAH!” His hands wrapped around his waist as he bent over from laughter. The girl’s face went red but let out a fit of giggles seeing this new side of the captain.

“Gen-san! Gen-san! I won’t call you that again. Or in front of them.” Her lips curl up into an amused smile, calming down as Gen looks back at her.

“Mm. Gen-san is fine if it’s from you. I‘ve seen how you train, let that be Gen-sama’s privilege to you.” His tone became playful, reassuring her that it was all good, a slight tease to the sama part.

“Oh, Gen-sama is so gracious. I will do my best.” A teasing phrase to him.

“’If it’s only me?’ What does that even mean? Is it because I’m a foreigner? Must be huh…gaijin privileges is..interesting.”

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Chapter Eight

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kenji stood on the base plate, calling for the baby kaiju's attention as she chirped. you stood near by him with mina hovering beside you as well. the atmosphere of the warmly colored park held a sweetness to the air.

"okay, just like this." he fixed his stance by separating his legs shoulder length. lifting the wooden bat in his hands, he showed a slow back and forth swinging motion. the baby kaiju chirped more as she raised the cute, but comedically, giant blue bat.

you didn't know where ken pulled it out from but it sure was handy to have it stored. pulling yourself out of your thoughts you focused on the both of them. "elbows up." they both raised their elbows up.

the baby kaiju was absolutely adorable to look at, her arms a perfect chunkiness, making her look rounder as she help the bat upright. kenji put his bat down, making a sound of contempt at her.

"uhuh, get ready." he waved the baseball that he now had, showing it to her. "okay, here it comes." kenji crouched down slightly, with a swift but soft motion, he threw the ball from below, heading towards the baby kaiju.

the ball hit her face, making her let out a cry from the impact as her face jolted. her once happy expression turned sad as she looked at kenji and you in pain. her fins that laid on the side of her head, frilled down in sadness, as tears welled in her eyes.

giant droplets poured out from her as kenji and you looked at each other in worry. "no no no no it's okay." the both of you ran up to her, trying to sooth her tears. she began to cry out, slightly jumping back and forth on her feet.

"oh baby, come here." you said as you reached out to her. she looked down at you, slowly leaning her head to you. you grabbed her forehead, pulling her to you as you placed a small kiss on the spot she got hit on. "see, all better!" you said smiling, making her feel better at the comfort.

you stepped back as her tears dried up, letting ken step up to her next. she looked at ken as she sniffled. he gave her a small smile. "hey, it's okay, it's okay. it happens sometimes, you just got to work at it." his voice was gentle with care, trying to keep her calm and happy.

ken took some steps back to the base he was at originally, now that she seemed calmer. "now get ready, keep your eyes on the ball." he raised a peace sign to his eyes, moving it back and forth between his eyes and the ball. you stared at him as he gently talked towards the baby. he held a soft but handsome smile on his face. you never really took notice of his features.

his eyes were sharp, but full of warmth. his nose was perfect in its own way, it was hooked nose, the arch of it reminded you a greek god in a sense. there was a small black piercings on his ears as well. it almost felt like you were staring at him for the first time all over again.

a blush rose to your face as you continued watching them. "ichi, ni, san, ball!" he yelled out as he threw the ball. it happened so quickly as you watched the baby have her bat smack against the ball, sending it flying across the sky. "woooo! yes! whoo!!" kenji yelled out in joy as he jumped. you and mina shouted out in joy as mina span around cutely with her little robot arms out.

kenji ran up to the baby kaiju, grabbing her loving by here hands. "come on girl, we gotta run the bases!" it was clear as day of his excitement. baseball was his passion, it was his sanctuary. and for the baby he's raising under his care, enjoy the one things he grew up living, it made him feel joy.

he pulled her gently, as she began to follow him. he let go of her, waving you and mina to join him in running and the baby kaiju ran behind him, copying his trail. you all laughing in joy, a special memory being created.

the baby cooed as kenji jumped back on the base, making a home run, as she stopped and leaped to it. a cloud of dust and dirt came from her feet with the force as you all celebrated.

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after the events of the day in the park, you and kenji sat in the living room as mina took care of the baby kaiju. he told you of his plans to go out in a couple of hours for a scheduled interview with ms. ami wakita. you smiled and told him to not worry as you and mina would take care of the baby in that time.

now you both sat comfortably on the sofa as he played random videos online for the both of you to watch. the your frog plushie from the night before sat on your lap, rubbing its head affectionately.

kenji eyed you from the side of his eye, admiring the way you innocently stared ahead of you. there was a soft smile on your lips, enjoying every second of what life had to bring you. it was almost funny how life had brought the two of you together because of the baby kaiju, and he was grateful.

and so were you. you were grateful to have been able to take care of the baby as you grew closer with kenji. he smiled to himself as he scooted closer to you, your body turned to look at him, to which he gave you a awkward smile. you smiled back, in a way saying he could get closer.

and so he did. he closed the gap that once existed as the two of you watched the tv. it was a comforting feeling, to feel his warmth pressed against you. it wasn't long before kenji reached for the remote, slightly lowering the audio. he turned to you, you copying his actions with curiousity.

"hey, i know i say it a lot but thank you again for all the help with the baby kaiju. the extra help has been so nice to have." his voice was soft, but loud enough for you to hear. you smiled back at him, "of course, she's like family at this point, i honestly enjoy being near the both of you."

kenji looked up happy. he reminded you of a dog wagging its tail, like those 'golden retriever boyfriends' you've heard about online. "yeah me too, i like being with you too." he said smiling wide.

"do you mean the 'both of you'?" you asked, referring to the baby and you. he shook his head. "no no, well yes, but no. i meant you. i've been really enjoying my time with you. it's been really nice to get closer to you throughout the process." his voice was almost hypnotizing, it was undeniably alluring.

"oh well- i've been enjoying getting closer with you as well." you said, slightly caught off guard by his sweet words. kenji turned more towards you, he gently reached for your hands that rested on your lap, pulling them a little more to him. your face turned red at the action, but let him continue.

kenji felt his heart swell seeing you smile softly at him. the two of you have been working together to take care of the baby kaiju, and he couldn't deny the fuzzy feeling he felt everytime he felt when he looked at you.

there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn't deny himself of. the life you both had right now felt domestic, it felt sweet. it was then that he realized that domesticity didn't sound that bad. the idea of sleeping and waking up to you, making food together, watching movies and shows.

even just the idea of cleaning together sounded sweet. he could imagine dancing and singing with you as you both cleaned with music in the background. he knew what he felt. he wasn't oblivious to what he felt, but he didn't know. he didn't know if you felt the same.

he's seen you blush but whose to say it's not a reaction from being nervous instead of being interested. the idea of you maybe feeling the same lingered, holding onto the fact that the two of you have begun to get closer, physically and emotionally.

his eyes moved towards your face, watching as you gently stared towards him. your eyes were full of love and maybe, just maybe, that love was for him and only him. taking a breath, he began to talk. "y/n, i've been enjoying our time together, like a lot. this might sound weird but i have been loving waking up to you and taking care of the baby with you. it's something new for me but i'm happy to be doing this with you all. my point is that i'm happy to have you so close to me and for us to keep getting closer and-"

a soft and gentle hand cupped kenji's cheeks, distracting him from his rambling. his eyes snapped up to yours, nervous of what you would say. "i've loved every moment with you as well, the feeling is reciprocated." you said as your thumb softly caressed his cheek.

that was all the confirmation he needed. the way you stared at him so lovingly as you gently held him, almost like you didn't want to hurt him, brought him over the edge. kenji's arms reached over to you, pulling you closer into an embrace. the distance between you lessened as he stared at your eyes.

you watched as he stared at you, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. a pale red dusted his cheeks. your eyes trailed to his lips, not going unnoticed by him.

kenji leaned forward, the gap closing as he leaned slightly to your height. the feeling of his lips molding with your own sent you chills as he kissed you with love. you kissed him back, almost urgently as kenji leaned into you, making you fall back into the couch as his body now hovered over you.

one hand near your face help him stay up as his other hand rested at your waist, softy rubbing the skin under your shirt. his fingers were cold, making you shiver into the kiss. kenji was kissing you and you enjoyed it.

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. kenji groaned softly into the kiss as his hands glided up and down at your waist.

you felt his tongue prod at your mouth, making you slightly open your mouth for him. you hummed in delight as he explored your mouth with his own. the kiss felt like it went on for a while till he pulled away, gasping for air.

you stayed laying down, flushed from what had happen as kenji stared at you, who was still under him. it was then that everything that happened set into you. you had just kissed kenji. you didn't know if it was too soon but a part of you was jumping with joy.

kenji smiled at you, leaning down an placing a small peck at your lip, to your nose, to your cheeks, and forehead. he smother your face with kisses and you felt yourself turn gooey.

he pulled away, sitting up as he helped you get up. pulling you into his arms as he rested your back against his chest. his body wrapped around yours as he rested his head onto your shoulder.

"that was nice." he said softly. you knew he meant more with that, it was a sweet feeling that you both unconsciously had growing inside of you both.

he held you close, enjoying the time he had with you before his interview later. "y/n, i like you. it may come off as straightforward but i would really like to get to know you better." he softy spoke, it was different than his usual bold and prideful attitude.

you could tell he was nervous, with the way his body slightly shook from his nerves. you reached for his hand that laid at your side and grabbed it. "i like you too kenji, and i would really like that." kenji hugged you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

it was quiet for a while till you heard kenji talk. you almost didn’t hear him, thankfully being able to make out what he was saying. and gosh, did his words make you feel like putty in his hands. " we can finally say we're a little family of our own now."

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STRIKEOUT. ( PART 2 ) — KEN SATO x Male!Athlete READER

Summary: An after-party. A conversation-turned-confrontation. Kenji finally meets the esteemed Toyo Bullet and struggles to define the difference between anger, terror, and infatuation.

# # TAGS: Even More Tension, Kenji Has a Good Relationship with His Team, Intense First Encounter, Domestic Sato Family Shenanigans

# # WARNINGS: Mature Language, Alcohol Consumption, Nothing Too Crazy, No Beta Again We Die Like Onda

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“It was a nail-biter of a game here at the New Tokyo stadium tonight, folks. Right off the bat, both teams were going neck and neck, toe-to-toe. And it seemed like neither one was willing to give an inch! Our home team managed to pull off a narrow victory in the end, and by narrow, I mean narrow, Kiba.”

“That is absolutely right, Sasaki. I truly have never seen anything like it in my entire career. And you know- you know I know a lot of baseball. You know I’ve been doing this for many years, but wow! Just- insane.”

“Truly a close call. Eight additional innings? To break the tie? I cannot believe it. Let me tell you, neither the Hiroshima Toyo Carp nor the Yomiuri Giants wanted to lose today.”

“If you look at the crowd, It looks like everyone’s been wanting to go home.”

Exhausted was an understatement. Kenji hadn’t felt this drained after a game since, well, only months ago: when he was still juggling the responsibilities of raising a baby Kaiju, carrying the weight of being Ultraman, and maintaining his reputation as a well-known baseball player. All of these, on top of the sleepless nights, no longer hindered him from his work. He usually left the stadium feeling brand new every single time — regardless of whether they won or lost. He had grown and learned to lean on people, to ask for help, accept defeat. Which was good and all that, but the point was: he was exhausted from this game. You had him panting for air like an overworked dog.

Shimura had Kenji on the field for longer than he should have been. While his younger, more egotistical self might have loved his moment in the spotlight, running base to base for six innings in a row was unsurprisingly really tiring. The teams had hit a clean tie by the ninth inning, and the tie-breaker lasted for eight more. You were eating their rookies alive and having their journeymen for dessert. When Shimura realized that Sato was the only one batting your pitches, he had him play for every round after the tie. The only times Kenji wasn’t on the field was when you weren’t either. Which wasn’t a lot. It scared him how you looked like you could throw that ball for days.

“Hiroshima’s L/n is just- an absolute unit, isn’t he?”

“He certainly is, Kiba. He certainly is. I mean his performance was near inhuman tonight. Each pitch was a gem and we- he really wanted us to know that he’s here, he’s ready, and he’s willing to change Japanese baseball. He was a major force out there on the field.”

“I cannot agree with you more. But credit where credit is due, we all know that the only reason the Giants are coming home with tonight’s win is because of none other than Ken Sato himself.”

“That’s right, Sato really put up a fight. L/n was throwing him off balance every time, but he always found his footing. I think tonight might have been the hardest I’ve seen him work. You know he- he usually makes his plays look effortless — disregarding last season’s slump.”

“I say he held his own very, very impressively. The team was right to rely on him. I know we’ve spoken a lot about their tension, but I’d say it’s their dynamic that really drove the point home. They were like- mirrors of each other out there. When you put two equal forces together, they deflect. You know what I’m saying?”

Kenji’s hand shook with a weakness he wasn’t familiar with. He stared at his calloused palm and noticed his fingers twitching. Shit. It really was some game. He might have been hitting the ball, but he was barely getting it through the field. Not only were your pitches fast, but there was weight to them, too. He was witnessing the caliber of your capabilities; understanding why you were the talk of every city.

The rest of the Giants came walking into the locker room, jeering and laughing amongst themselves. “That L/n is a real piece of work, ain't he?” Shirakumo, number 24, sat himself next to Kenji, unlacing his shoe. “Never seen anything like it.”

“Did you see the look on Tateoka’s face?” Yuki laughed, smacking his thigh. “Dude was scared shitless!”

“Hey!” Tateoka frowned in reply, tugging his jersey off his arms. “You try standing in front of that guy and telling me you don't feel a little threatened.” He shuddered, remembering the look in your eyes. Dark and pointed and menacing. “He was staring me down like he was gonna—”

“Eat you alive?” Kenji scoffed.

The team went silent, then erupted into a cluster of teasing ‘oooh’s. God. It reminded him of highschool.

“Oohh, yeah.” Yamada, number 21, slid over to him with a teasing tone. He wrapped an arm around Kenji’s shoulder and squeezed him closer. “I don't think I've ever seen Sato so shaken!”

He laughed, playfully pushing him away. He was also actually really sore on that shoulder. Hell, he could already feel the pain he’d need to go through just to get up tomorrow. He was going to need another ice bath. The rest of the boys jumped in on the jokes.

“Did you see the way he was looking at you Ken?” Tokuda opened his locker, grabbing a shirt from the top shelf. He whistled. “Like he wanted your head on a plate.”

Tanaka chuckled. “He wanted you dead, man!”

Kenji rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. Let's not get carried away. I never said I was shaken.”

“But that last bat was sweet as hell.” Yuki nodded. “I doubt any of us would've gotten through the guy if it weren't for Sato.”

“Well, duh.” Shirakumo shrugged. None of the Giants denied it. Ken was their star player. And tonight proved it more than ever. “We owe you for drinks, bud. Give us a date and we'll treat ya’ to someplace you like.” He slapped Ken’s back affectionately, which elicited a pained groan. “Shit, sorry.”

Kenji’s watch started beeping. He flinched at the sound, eyes widening slightly. “Uh, see you in a sec, guys. I gotta take this.”

He was there a moment, then gone the next. Kenji rushed himself out the hallways and into an empty locker room to answer Mina’s call. “Hey!” he greeted, anxiously. A screen projected itself from his watch and lit up his face. “Hey. Hi. What's wrong? Everyone alright? I know I said I'd be home soon, but the game took way longer than–”

He was interrupted by cheering. His father clapped and whooped with excitement as Emi occupied the background, screeching with glee. Kenji could see the ground shaking as she was jumping around and doing her special dance. One of Mina’s arms was protruding from the wall and waving celebratory flags. It immediately put a smile on his face, easing the tension from his shoulders. He was always happy to see everyone alright, and even happier to see them as their silly selves.

“Kenji!” cheered Hayao. “That was an incredible game! You were unstoppable!” The professor chuckled. Emi picked him up into a hug, slightly toppling the camera over. His legs swung like a ragdoll’s. “Okay, okay girl-”

Ken laughed, slightly shaking his head. “Easy, Emi. Put Grandpa down.”

“It was a very impressive game, Ken. Perhaps one of your bests.” Mina’s calculative yet affectionate voice echoed from his watch.

Hayao fell to the floor with an ‘oof’. “You didn't tell me you were playing against THEE Mets’ Bullet!” He scrambled to stand up, barely leaning on his cane. “I wasn’t even aware that he was signed into the Carp!”

Kenji’s smile immediately faded. “Okay.” He rolled his eyes. “He was alright, I guess. And we don’t actually know if he signed into it or if he was traded. We barely heard anything about him from the press.”

“Alright?” Professor Sato gasped, appalled. “Kenji, he was spectacular! He’s a lot like you, you know. I’ve always suspected that the both of you equalled in skill, but to see it in action? Phew.” He wiped some pretend sweat off of his forehead. “What a show! Eight extra innings to break a tie? Unbelievable! I highly doubt that he was traded. Who in their right mind would purposely lose a player like that?”

Kenji scoffed. “He wasn’t that good.” His sore limbs would like to say otherwise.

“He had you chasing after his pitches like a dog!”

“I don’t like that analogy.”

“I ought’ to rewatch that documentary they made about him. You know they’ve done studies on the physics of his throws.”

“Dad.”

“And how fortunate for Hiroshima to have gotten him out of all teams! I can tell that this season is going to turn around really fast. Just today he’s already scored-”

“Dad!”

“Oh. Sorry.” Hayao chuckled. “I’m just very excited to see the both of you on the same field.” Kenji sighed, nodding his head. “Anyway, congratulations on the win, my boy. I’m so proud of you. I always am. Get home safe. It may be late, but we still have a lot of leftovers from dinner!” Emi made a noise that let him know she was waiting, too.

Going home sounded like heaven. Ken wanted nothing more but to rest. Maybe kick back and have a chocolate shake while he and his family watched cartoons to fall asleep. It was the perfect way to end his night. It had been an unexpectedly long day and he looked forward to tomorrow’s well-earned break. Eight extra innings might even win him a second day of rest. Or a third, if Shimura agreed not to schedule him for the next game. Which, he doubted, if it meant you’d be playing.

“I’m on my way.” He ended the call, and opted to take the fastest way out, desperate to avoid the press.

Ken collapsed onto the floor, snuggling into Emi’s arm. Having washed up and eaten his dinner, he felt the last remains of his adrenaline-fueled strength die out like a dwindling flame. He felt as if his limbs were about to fall off. “Ugh,” he groaned. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.” Emi didn’t much care. She seemed to be preoccupied by the new ( gigantic ) stacking blocks that Mina made for her. Ken sighed, sinking deeper into her arm. “She always smells so good after her baths.” The baby Kaiju’s warm and heavy grasp felt like a weighted blanket. It was a comfort that Ken would find nowhere else.

Professor Sato walked past them, chuckling into his coffee mug. “That, she does. You should have seen her earlier, you know. I’ve never seen her so invested in a game.”

Kenji hummed. “Is that right?” He rolled onto his stomach, facing Emi. “Hey. Baby.” He poked her cheek. “Is that true? Did you cheer for Daddy? I bet you did.” Giving into his cuteness aggression he rubbed at her cheeks. Emi expressed her annoyance through a small squeak. “God, that mean old Bullet had Daddy running laps, didn’t he? We hate him, don’t we?” Kenji pushed her cheeks up and down, leading her into a nod. “Yes we dooo.”

Professor Sato laughed. “Whatever happened to sportsmanship?”

“Whatever happened to loyalty?” He pouted. “My own father, rooting against me. I would never root against you, Emi.” Wanting to return to her blocks, Emi lifted Kenji up by his torso and placed him on her head. The batter laughed, laying on her with no protest.

“What!” The professor exclaimed. “I never said I was rooting against you. I was just— feeling enthusiastic, that’s all. For both teams.”

Mina entered the room, her mechanisms humming faintly. “Good evening, everyone.” The Sato’s greeted her accordingly. “I have a message for Ken.”

The mentioned Ken slumped into his daughter, rolling his eyes. “Here we go. I bet it’s the press.” He scoffed. “Let me guess, at least 30 emails asking for my statement. Or, better yet, it’s Shimura warning me not to miss the next game.” He raised his fist, mocking a reporter’s tone: “We’ve witnessed baseball history tonight, folks! Blah, blah, blah.”

“Actually, it’s an invitation for something else.” Mina hovered closer. “An event.”

This caught his attention. Kenji tilted his head. “For what?”

“A party, hosted by various sponsors.”

“Bit too early for an afterparty, don’t you think?” Ken sighed, resting his head on folded arms. “We’ve only won one game.”

“I suppose it’s to celebrate Mr. L/n as well.” Mina would shrug if she had the shoulders to do so. “His coming to Japan is quite a big deal.”

“Great.” Kenji was half-asleep by then, eyes already closed. “All the more reason for me not to go.” The professor had settled himself onto one of the desks, getting into some light reading. Emi had grown tired herself, and decided that she was not interested in the blocks anymore. Waddling to her spot, (with Kenji still on her head), she yawned, and opted for some much-needed sleep.

Mina’s light blinked. “I think you should go, Ken.”

The rightfielder cracked one eye open. “And why would I do that?”

“I think it would benefit you to interact with Mr. L/n more.”

“Mina, that’s literally the last thing I want.”

“Is it?”

Ken frowned. “What do you mean, ‘is it’? Of course it is.”

“Your vitals seemed to say otherwise earlier.”

Kenji scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I was keeping careful watch of your vitals, as I always do. I have your daily status tracked and recorded.”

Kenji couldn't get rid of Mina’s voice in his head. Even amidst the warm crowd, with chatter swaying smoothly atop of light r&b music, he felt as if he could still hear her words ringing in the back of his mind. It remained vivid, though she had told it to him days ago. It was as clear as day. Like a broken record.

“Believe it or not, the heart beats differently for every emotion. There is a difference between fear, anxiety, excitement, and—”

Kenji stared at you from across the room, watching as you conversed with your team, nursing a glass of cold, hard whiskey. He watched as you bowed your head and smiled, listening for the faint, muffled sound of your laughter. He wondered what you were talking about; what joke might have made you grin that hard. He wondered why you seemed to illuminate a room, and why everyone seemed so drawn. His eyes were caught in the way the colorful lights sank into your hair.

“—Infatuation.”

You looked up, and your eyes met his. Kenji flinched. He felt his heart skip a beat. Shit, he thought. Mina was definitely going to catch that. She had probably already marked it down to tease him for it later. You held his gaze for longer than he could have standed and greeted him with that same annoying wink. The same one you gave him on the field. Confident, snarky, playful. You lifted your glass and took a sip, eyes still trained on his.

“What you may perceive as frustration for him might just be the opposite.”

Kenji's jaw clenched. Mina had no idea what she was talking about.

And he would prove her wrong tonight.

Like a soldier marching into battle, he waded through the party to make his way towards you. Was he intimidated? Yes. Unfortunately, he was. But he knew his way around a crowd, and his weapon-of-a-tongue knew all the right talk to make a conversation work. He was sociable like that. He was a poet, a wordsmith. If you weren't careful, one little exchange could have you wrapped around his finger. Some people called it his charisma, some blamed it on his irresistible good looks. Either way, Ken took it. He wasn't going to deny the fact that people loved talking to him — though he, admittedly, didn't really like talking to them in return. But he could do it. He could make it work.

Besides, how bad could you be?

With a newfound confidence, Ken dared to get closer. The distance between you and him lessened, and– oh, fuck, was that your cologne? He blinked. You smelled so good. Why did you smell so good? “Hey. Hi.” Shit. Abort mission. No, it's too late. Too awkward to back out. You were already looking at him. “L/n, yeah?” He spoke your name like he only just remembered you upon seeing you. When in truth, he hadn't stopped thinking about you since that damn first pitch. “Some game, huh?” Ken held his hand out for you to shake. ‘Fuck, I hope he doesn't notice how clammy it is.’

“Ken Sato.” It was the first time he heard your voice, as well as the first time he heard you say his name. He didn't like how his body reacted. There was a small shiver down his spine, a tingling flutter in his chest. You took his hand. Yours was cold. So cold. Kenji concluded that the icy glass of whiskey you had placed on the counter was to blame. He could feel your callouses against his. Your hands mirrored one another, marked with the battlescars of your sport. He was oddly sensitive to every detail. Touching you was.. a sensation.

You gave him a firm shake before promptly letting go.

“That's me,” he said, miraculously. Ken was oscillating between panic and confidence at a speed that likely wasn't normal. He was holding his own, though. Like the real champ he was. It was surreal to be standing in front of you without a ball to keep you apart. No bat, no competition. Just you, and a few shots of alcohol. “You adjusting into Japan alright?”

“As well as I can.” You shrugged. You had a tone to you; an elegant air of grace and self-assurance. You had no need to raise your voice because you knew he'd do his best to listen. It was pissing him off. “It's definitely different from the States.”

“I gotta say, I'm pretty surprised to see you here.” Ken usually knew what to say when it came to conversations. He never blanked out at interviews, nor left dead air hanging at conferences. But speaking with you made him feel like his vocabulary was on a limit. “After a game like that?” He whistled. “A lesser man would've taken a week off.”

“But we're not lesser men, are we, Ken?” A waitress passed by. Without the need to look, you had grabbed two shots of vodka from her tray. You handed the other one to him. “That's why you're here, too.”

He stared at you, brows furrowed slightly. “Exactly.” He took the shot from your hand and bumped the rim against yours. “Cheers.”

You grinned. “Cheers.”

Kenji tilted his head back, downing his drink, tasting the fire run down his throat. His face screwed up a little, but not enough for you to notice. You did the same, sighing the heat out of your nose. You allowed a small laugh to slip past your lips. “Japan’s liquor is surprisingly stronger.”

Kenji chuckled. “Yeah. If you know where to look.” The music felt like it was growing louder. He leaned in to speak to you better. “You know, I can't believe this is the first time we're meeting.”

You nodded. “Neither can I.”

“The Mets and Dodgers have always been at each other's throats, and yet—”

“Our schedules just never lined up.” You scoffed. “What are the odds of that, huh?”

It really was such a coincidence. If Ken had known that your interactions would've fired the press up as much as it did now, he would've fought to face you sooner. “When was it?” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember. “Playoffs. 2019, I think. The Mets were set to face the Dodgers.”

“2019,” you repeated, brows raised. “I was there.” Kenji took notice of the way your head slightly shifted to the side. Like you were trying to get a better look at him. He swallowed thickly. “I was there.” You shrugged. “You weren't.”

“I was overseas.” He was wanting another drink. But, speaking to you was surprisingly not horrible. “Didn't get back until 3 months in. And when I did—”

“I wasn't there,” you chuckled. “Alright. I remember. 2019, I was gone for half the season. Injury.”

“The world was in shambles.” Ken grinned at you. A second waiter passed by. He grabbed you another glass of whiskey. He took scotch for himself. “See what I mean? It's like– divine intervention.”

“Big word.” To say that fate had a hand to play in yours and his meeting was beyond your beliefs. You didn't place your trust in things like that. But to know that he had thought about it was charming.

“Hey.” Ken shrugged. “Ya’ never know.”

The music shifted, and so did the lights. There was a moment of quiet between the both of you, and in that time, you found a common interest in people-watching. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, nor the absence of something to talk about. The two of you merely agreed upon the minutes it took to watch the party unfold. A good number of the guests were already drunk. The dance floor was alight and occupied mostly by women. Ken rested his weight on one foot, sighing at his still-aching muscles. He wondered if you were any sore too.

“They love it, don't they?” You leaned your back against the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Ken took quick notice of the necklace worn loosely around your neck. A silver dogtag, similar to his. “The drama. The intensity. Even the things that go on beyond the field.”

Ken shrugged. “It's baseball. Who doesn't?”

“Exactly.” You smiled. “Which is why it's important to always let the home team win the first game.”

It took a moment for Kenji to process what you said. He was distracted by the colorful lights, his favorite song coming on, and a tray full of hors d'oeuvres. “Mhm.” He reached over to take one, before— “Wait.” His brows knitted together. “I'm sorry, what?”

“Hm?” You had your lips pressed together into a thin line. Your expression feigned innocence, a stark contrast to your bold statement. “I said it's important to let the home team win the first game.”

Kenji made a sound between a scoff and a laugh. He couldn't believe his ears. Had he been standing by the speakers for too long? “No, I heard what you said. What I'm asking is what you're saying.” It was a dare of a reply, with a tone that commanded: go on. Clarify.

Your smile refused to leave your face. Nearing the batter, ever so carefully, you whispered:

“I'm saying you won because I let you.”

Kenji blinked.

And there it was. He knew you were too good to be true. Goddammit, he knew it! Beneath your seemingly-perfect self was something cold and rotten and he called it. He fucking called it. How thrilled he was to be correct, and oh, how utterly terrified.

But this was good. This was absolutely good. He needed something to hold onto, something to keep himself afloat. The next time he found himself drowning in your eyes again, he'd only need to remember that you were a grade A asshole. That you had the audacity to claim that you were in full control of the game. Surely it would solve all his problems.

Kenji broke out into a laugh. It started out as a small cluster of sarcastic chuckles, but erupted into actual laughter. You were funny. So, so funny. Unbeknownst him, you were watching with amusement. “Because you let me!” Kenji repeated, smiling, but, exasperated. Two can play at that game. “Right. Of course. Totally not because you're an average pitcher and I can bat anything you throw.”

“If that helps you sleep at night.” You shrugged. Your attention wasn't on him anymore. You were watching the crowd, disinterested.

Kenji felt his eye twitch. “That's big talk coming from someone who got struck out by a rookie.” He was referring to the eighth inning, when Tateoka managed to bat your pitch into a homerun.

“That's right, Sato.” You laughed, low and sultry. “Batted by a rookie. How could I have struck you out at the last inning but be batted by a rookie?” You tilted your head at him, brows knitted together. You spoke in a sickeningly soft tone. Like you were helping a toddler understand something simple. “Doesn't seem to make a lot of sense, does it?”

Kenji was growing flustered. His face was warm and his fist was itching to meet your cheek. Nobody spoke to him this way. Sure guys had been mean to him before, but it was mostly because they were threatened by him. They'd tried to put him down and pick apart his flaws, but what you were doing was something different. You weren't claiming that he was weak, you were claiming that you were stronger. You didn't deny the amount of talent that Ken had in his body, but you were fully convinced that you had more. You were bigger, smarter, and better. And you had him under your control.

“Oh, c’mon. Seriously?” God, your voice. It infuriated him. It drove him insane. You leaned in, closer, whispering your words, as if hearing you through the party wasn't hard enough. He could smell the whiskey on your breath. It mingled with your cologne. It was intoxicating. “Are you blushing?”

He scoffed in disbelief. “No.” Except he totally was. He could feel the heat radiating off of his face. His breathing had gone shallow, his heartbeat rapid. “Why would I– Tch. You— You don't know what you're talking about.” Holy shit. He was a mess.

He wanted so desperately to blame it on the alcohol, but he knew damn well he wasn't drunk enough to be acting the way he was. He was stumbling over his words stone-cold sober.

You were smiling. He was dying, and you were smiling. “You amuse me, Sato.”

Ken took a cautious step back, knowing that being that close to you for too long was only going to make him worse. “Who the hell do you think you are, huh?” He had to retaliate somehow. Like a soldier fumbling for his sword, he had to get up and do something. “You don't think I don't know what this is? Where you're heading?”

You tilted your head. “Do enlighten me.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Sure. Celebrity-Athlete from America waltzes into Japan thinking he's the shit— that he can rule the world. He's a shiny new toy and everyone's just dying to catch a look. Nevermind that his old team traded him off, nevermind that he goes home to an empty penthouse. He's got the stats to prove his skills and he thinks he doesn't need anything else.” Ken dared to retake a step forward. He sort of regretted it when you didn't take a step back. “Well, guess what,” he continued. “I've been where you are. I know how you feel, what you're thinking.

Everything you're trying to be is a shadow of what I already was.”

There was a beat of silence. You weren't smiling anymore. You were staring at him, stone-faced, seemingly indifferent.

Kenji narrowed his eyes. “So don't go talking to me like you're any better.”

He didn't know what to expect. You were quiet for such a long time that he thought you were going to snap. He partially expected a punch to the chin. But you were calm. There wasn't a trace of irritation on your face. Instead, you set your glass of whiskey — now empty — on the counter behind you. With a sigh, you shoved a hand in your pocket. “Are you done?”

Kenji blinked.

“Let me tell you something, Sato.” You raised a brow at him. Ken felt his heartbeat pick up again. Your once-approachable gaze shifted into something cold and commanding. He swallowed thickly. “There is a difference between you and me. And that difference is the fact that I don't settle.”

Kenji was glaring at you, brows fixed together.

A teammate called you from the other side of the room. You nodded at him, once, then returned your focus to the Yomiuri Prince. You placed a hand on his shoulder, tauntingly, smiling at him as if you'd known him your whole life. “I hope last season’s slump accustomed you to the feeling of losing those points.”

Kenji wanted to say something, but his lips refused to move. Somehow, the blaring music in the background had faded into a muffled blur. All he could hear was your voice. Like a moth to a flame.

You winked at him. Again. And like before, his body reacted in ways he didn't like. You squeezed his shoulder once, before leaving to go to your friend. With your back turned against him, Kenji released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He clutched his chest, watching wide-eyed as you moved through the crowd. He could still smell your cologne. The last thing he heard from you was,

“I'll see you on the field.”

taglist: @fairy-lenaa @moonjellyfishie @witchygod — Thank you for your patience!

[fairy-writes]

MY BEST GIRL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8 

Pairing(s): Hibino Kafka x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Reader is smaller than Kafka, Childbirth

Notes: The title is inspired by what Steve Rogers said to Peggy Carter in “The Winter Soldier.”

PART ONE LINKED HERE

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Ichikawa Reno knew something was off about Hibino Kafka when he came to work the next day, obviously sullen and downtrodden. He kept fidgeting with his wedding ring, something Reno knew he only did when he had something on his mind.

But he wouldn’t say anything.

At least, not until Iharu found out about his marriage three months later.

“You’re WHAT?!” He gaped at Kafka, who looked spooked. His chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, and he glanced around at the room, which had gone dead silent in shock.

“I’m what?” He asked, dumbfounded until Iharu lunged across the table to grab his left hand and point at the wedding band.

“Reno said you’re married! Since when?!” He demanded, and now everyone was getting interested. Conversations petered out as they all looked over at the commotion.

Kafka noticed everyone staring and promptly panicked. Reno couldn’t help but hide a smile at his flushed pink face and neck.

“We’ve been married for four years! Together for eight!” He squawked awkwardly, and Iharu recoiled as if smacked.

“No way! I don’t believe you!” He complained and looked to Reno, “You don’t believe him either, right?!” He asked, and Reno shrugged.

“I’ve met her. She’s nice.” Was all he said.

That caused an explosion of noise. 

And Reno noticed that Kafka snuck out in the middle of it all.

Of course, he followed him! He waited until Haruichi and Iharu were bickering and slipped out to find Kafka sitting against the wall just outside the dining room, staring blankly at his phone screen.

It was a picture of the both of you, his hand on your belly as the two of you celebrated finding out about your pregnancy. It was the one thing Kafka never shut up about until suddenly, he just stopped talking about it altogether. In fact, Reno was fairly certain that no one besides him and Kafka even knew about it.

Just what had happened?

“Is everything okay?” He asked and Kafka jumped, slamming his head back against the wall.

“Oh, Ichikawa! Yeah… Everything just… Got a bit noisy, is all.” He mumbled the last bit and that’s when Reno knew something was really wrong.

But, as clever as he was, he didn’t know how to make it better.

Hibino Kafka rolled over in bed until he was on his back and stared at the ceiling. 

His apartment felt empty. 

Cold.

He felt alone.

It had been four months since he had last seen you. By now, you would’ve been close to thirty-somewhat weeks along in your pregnancy. Had you picked out a name? Had you learned the gender yet? What was going to happen to your relationship with him? Were you really going to throw eight years down the drain?

He was just on the edge of dozing when his phone buzzed. He slapped a hand over it, dragging it closer to his face as he rolled onto his side.

Who was texting so late?

Probably Furuhashi sending a cat meme or something…

But it was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed in his face as he read the text.

It was from Haru. Your best friend and older brother. His brother-in-law.

“She’s in labor. She needs you.” 

Straight and to the point, just like he knew Haru to be. Another text and this time it was the address to the hospital. But Kafka already knew how to get there. He could do it with his eyes closed. He hurriedly threw on some clothes and shoes and was out the door before he could even really process what was happening.

You were in labor.

But it was too early! An entire month early! Sure, the baby was likely going to survive, but would you? You were a high-risk pregnancy, especially with this being your first!

Would you be okay?

He made it to the hospital in record time. He all but sprinted up to the labor and delivery ward and met Haru in the hallway. He stopped him in his tracks.

“You came.” He said bluntly, and Kafka huffed,

“Of course I did. Is she okay?” He demanded, and Haru gestured to the room.

“See for yourself.”

He checked in with the nurse coming out of your room, explaining that he was your husband and that you were asking for him. He barely said his name before the nurse ushered him into the room.

You were tired. That much was obvious. The midwife patted the sweat on your forehead with a damp towel, coaxing you through a contraction as you clenched your fists in the blanket as the wave of pain washed over you. But when you heard the door open and shut, you opened your eyes and spotted him. 

“You came.” You whispered, and he gently took the midwife’s spot next to your bed, reaching out to hold your hand. He ignored the pain of your hand squeezing the life out of his and instead smiled, 

“I couldn’t leave my best girl. Not when she needs me.” He replied and saw tears well up in your eyes. 

“But I’ve been horrible to you!” You begin to cry, and he hushes you softly, gently, like he is quieting your child, who is going to be here soon. 

“I made a vow when I married you, didn’t I? I promised I’d be there for you no matter what!” He said firmly but no less gently than he had before. 

Another contraction and the doctor instructed you to push. You let out a guttural scream as you tried with all your might. 

And a baby cried. 

[sashi-ya]

MASTERLIST KAIJU NO. EIGHT MINI EVENT

⋆ +18 - hibino kafka x f! reader. nsfw. size kink. 🍆 ⋆ +18 - ichikawa reno x f! reader. dom/sub 🧎‍♀️ ⋆ +18 - soshiro x f! reader. bite kink 🧛‍♀️ ⋆ +18 - haruichi x f! reader. voyeurism 👀 ⋆ +18 - kafka x f! reader. praising kink 🙌 ⋆ +18 - soshiro x f! reader. lactation kink 🍼

[biolumien]

Hello :)

It says your requests are open, and I wanted to know if maybe you could possibly write something for Reno from Kaiju#8. Maybe something really sweet and fluffy?? If not, that's totally fine, I just really like your writing style and would love some more of him 😊

notes: as per usual my writing took on a life of its own... i hope its still what you were looking for!

target practice

reno ichikawa x gn!reader description of just general gun anxiety. word count: 1018

you were never big on the competitive streak that all the other recruits seemed to have when it came to standard practice training. you watched on as iharu and reno fussed over their times down to the millisecond, alongside kaguragi and haruichi, before kikoru would obliterate all of their times anyway. there was also kafka, who was still struggling to maintain a sub-five-minute time on the training course, but he seemed good-natured about it all, despite his 1% compatibility rate with his suit.

to tell the truth, you were quite honestly terrified of wielding guns in general. you had decent compatibility with guns and decent compatibility with blades, too–nothing incredible, but not so bad that you’d fall behind. it’s just that your accuracy was completely off no matter what. firing blank was fine–anyone could do that. you were often even praised for how steady your hand was–but as soon as the ammo was loaded into the gun, it was like your mind would go blank, and you were reduced to a quivering, shaking mess unable to line up your reticle with the target, not to mention how badly you reacted to the recoil.

if kafka stayed at a steady five to six minute clear time for his training, you were at a solid seven to eight minutes–up to ten, depending on how badly you couldn’t recover from raising your gun. 

you look down at the rifle splayed across your lap.

you wanted to become stronger. reno, iharu, and the rest of them only kept getting stronger. you didn’t want to be left behind in the dust.

“you’re up,” hoshina says to you from his lofty perch above you all. “whenever you’re ready.”

you stand up, aware of everyone’s eyes on you. you swallow, your hands shaking as you raise your rifle to shoulder level. your heart pounds in your throat, and your fingers fumble as you load an ammo catrtridge into the gun, pulling the safety. you grit your teeth, trying to get the shaking to stop, but you almost drop the gun in the process, and you fly back, your limbs feeling weak.

“your vitals are showing an elevated heart rate,” hoshina says. “you can sit out of this today if you don’t want to–”

“no,” you protest. “i have to. i have to do this!”

“not if you pass out,” hoshina says, his voice sympathetic. “i get it, you know–i–”

“no, this is just–this is something wrong with me!” you protest. “i just–i keep–” you lower your gun, hating the way you already feel more relieved now that the gun has been lowered. “i can’t… i need to do this. i–” you raise a hand to your eyes, squeezing tightly. why couldn’t you just pull the fucking trigger?

“here. like this.”

you startle as reno walks up to you. behind him, iharu’s eyes are wide as haruichi and kaguragi are still arguing over something. kafka’s eyes are curiously staring at reno, too, but reno seems confident enough as he strolls over.

“i can help,” reno says. “if you’ll let me.”

“i… sure,” you say. 

reno’s hand crosses the distance and presses against yours, guiding your grip over the gun. your heart pounds in your chest again, but for a much different reason other than terror this time. reno was–just really warm. 

“don’t pull,” reno says softly, his violet eyes meeting yours. “squeeze. press the gun close to your chest, tight, like this.” he shifts his other hand, letting the gun press firmly into your elbow. your face flushes a bit as he maneuvers your body with deft hands. “it’ll help with the recoil. i notice you never brace yourself like this. so it’ll help. you’ve seen the training course many times already. don’t move your arms so much, that’s how you’ll tire yourself out. lead with your shoulder.”

as you raise the gun this time, you swallow, finding that your heart is already beginning to pound less.

“thank you, reno,” you say, smiling at him. 

reno’s face goes pink, and he raises his hand to his mouth, a short laugh leaving his lips.

“i… you don’t need to–” “alright, lovebirds, pack that up,” hoshina calls. “if you’re ready to start, then head to the start of the course.” 

reno stumbles backwards a bit out of surprise, and you stare up at where hoshina’s looking down at you all. his gaze is unreadable as usual, a small smile on his lips.

this time, your score is closer to kafka’s. you still startle when you pull the trigger, but this time you’re able to calm down, line up your sight with the targets, and hit them with decent accuracy. you think feel reno’s subtle grip against your hands, guiding your gun–but that was just a fleeting, silly thought.

“you did it!” reno says, standing up as you make your way back. “i knew you could do it.” he seemed to want to step forward in a move to hug you, or something–anything, but instead his hands dangled awkwardly in mid-air for a moment. 

“thanks to you,” you say sheepishly, feeling your face heat up again. you step forward, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, slotting yourself neatly against his body. “really. thank you so much, reno.”

reno stammers for a second, his hands shifting to settle around your waist.

“you don’t need to–thank me,” reno says. “i… you’re amazing.”

that seemed to bear a little more sincerity than any of his other words, and you laugh, feeling warm. 

“thanks,” you say. reno seemed to hold you a little tighter after that, bringing you closer.

“hey, you two.”

you immediately fly back from reno as iharu spoke up.

“the two of you are fucking gross!” he shouts.

reno sputters.

“hey–fuck you, actually!” reno exclaims. “we were having a moment!”

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” iharu shouts. “have your moment somewhere else! don’t just do it out here! you’re so fucking cringe–!”

“oh, like you’re one to talk–”

you watch fondly on as reno and iharu start arguing, a curling warmth in your chest.

[mochminnie]

What to expect for my Outgrown Ken x Reader/OC fic

Reader’s is a plus sized Filipina named Hana Takahasi a Elementary English Teacher in Japan & Content Creator

After 8 years not seeing Kenji and not spending time like you both used to. Back in the states. Paano kung, magkita kayong ulit dalawa? (What if you both meet again?)

Meeting him again at the elementary school.

Mina “Ken you have to go to the school as a visitor.”

Ken rolls and his eyes, groans. “With children Mina? I expect senior highschool students having a sports scholarship to college.”

Ken sneaking into your class. 

Finding out he’s Ultraman and that his dad was also Ultraman

Cooking/Baking for him and he joins and he grows to love cooking again

Him taking you out shopping

Spa days with Emi and Ken

Putting Ken on new skincare

Him secretly watching your videos and performance since you both drifted apart.

Writing letters cause that was your thing. And he kept all of them.

Him lifting you up and spinning you around. But you’re scared you might fall or for him and him sending you gifts

Having such a good friendship. With his parents especially his mom and helping him trying to find his mom. His mom was good friends with your parents.

Reader have a good relationship with both of her parents. (Finally making a story where both parents having a good relationship with their kid)

Helping him find Kaiju Island

“It’s going to be tough. I know she’s a 20 foot kaiju. Its not going to be easy. That’s why me and Mina are here to help you. It’s okay not to be okay and to ask for help.”

Helping him take care of Emi

-calling her pinky baby, “my pinky binky baby”

-lots of Disney and Marvel references and letting her watch Disney movies

-singing and dancing to her

“I have had it with that stupid song!” Ken screaming and stressing.

-teaching her sign language

-Doing the old Godzilla dance with her, clapping and doing little dances Listening to Emi watch and the song in 'Kaiju Step Wandabada'

-she wants to chase you and carry you all the time

-reading to her

Ken gave you his bunny (Ollie) when you were both kids. When you moved to Japan you gave it back to Professor Sato. And Professor Sato gave him to Emi.

Even the hello kitty dodgers Ken sent you. You showed it to professor sato with the box full of remembrance of your friendship both you and Kenji. Showing his father everything and Professor Sato showing you his signed baseball and Ken’s baseball card.

“You are the best thing that happened to Kenji and grow up a beautiful strong young woman.” Professor Sato.

"Wow my dad and Hana are Kaiju whisperers." 

“How are you still bright and up early with a lack of sleep?” Ken with messy hair and black coffee in hand with a mug that says, ‘I hate mornings’

Him fighting bullys

Him fighting with the opposing team because he was talking negatively about you.

Arguing and it was more than the bickering.

“No! Don’t talk to me like that. I am not going to let you do what you did to me. Eight years ago because that hurt more than what people(bullies) have said or done “

Making Ken do the High School Musical Now or Never trend and other trends on the internet.

Being in social media, the news, the tabloid mags, newspaper

“Hana are you the ‘Ken Sato’s special girl in his life?’ “ Jade (Hana’s Bestie)

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[sunmoonjune]

Masterlist

✧*:  a collection of the works of sunmoonjune!  ･ﾟ*

*This masterlist is old!! It is no longer being updated and there are many works missing! You can find my new masterlist in my pinned post

✧*: all works belong to sunmoonjune! please do not repost or copy on this site or any other. also please do not discuss these works on twitter/tiktok, I am uncomfortable with it 

Series

Like the Moon: poly!Ateez x OC!reader au 

rating: mature

warnings: at the beginning of each chapter!

synopsis: It’s finally the day of your trial. You’ve been waiting for this day for years. Will you succeed and become a warrior the clan can finally be proud of? Or will you fail, and be banished from the village forever? 

word count: 45k

status: ongoing

chapter one: the trial 

chapter two: a familiar face

chapter three: puncture

chapter four: honey 

chapter five: hatred

chapter six: an anchor in storming seas

chapter seven: angel

chapter eight: reconciliation 

OneShots

Primordial: poly!stray kids x reader au

oneshot

word count: 12.3k

rating: mature

warnings: minors dni!! mentions of sexual situations, no actual smut, death mention, graphic depiction of drowning and injuries, blood, polyamorous relationships, fluff, angst, swearing, god au I guess?? Idk I mention they’re gods but don't go into detail, also soulmate!au, I throw a lot of tropes in here it’s just one big comfort fic 

synopsis: “Oh no, the deep voice spoke hushedly, “we cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully.”

status: completed

preview

primordial

In Their Loving Hands: poly!mafia!satosugu x kindergarten teacher!reader au

oneshot

word count: 18.8k

rating: mature

warnings: minors dni!! blood, death, gore, cursing, possible sexual scenarios (no actual smut), mafia, fluff, minor angst and hurt/comfort, slowburn, mentions of cheating (reader is afraid of being a home wrecker), probably ooc gojo an geto tbh, insecurity, mentions of being followed/chased, reader is nearly attacked on more than one occasion 

synopsis: (*slaps roof of fic* this bad boy can fit so many tropes in it) you’re a hardworking kindergarten teacher, just trying to earn enough money to move out of your run-down apartment. everything is normal, or as much as it can be, until two men drop their daughters off in your kindergarten classroom. Nanako and Mimiko quickly become two of your favorite students, and their unreasonably attractive fathers only further your interest. what happens when you bump into the two trying to escape a thief one dark night?

status: completed

in their loving hands

ao3 link

Gods and Monsters: poly!satosugu x reader (pacific rim!au)

oneshot

rating: mature

word count: 27.6k

warnings: blood, death, slight gore, cursing, suggestive themes, monsters, reader is attacked on more than one occasion, fighting, reader has a brother, enemies to lovers

synopsis: six years after you lose your jaeger co-pilot, the Marshall finds you working on the coastal wall; he’s adamant you return to your station, however you can't imagine piloting a jaeger with anyone who isn’t your brother. When you’re talked into returning to base, you’re met with the world’s best jaeger pilots. They’re known for both their charisma and their kaiju kill count, although you find them to be no more than a pain in your ass. After a fight leave their jaeger out of commission, they need a third co-pilot to operate the Rainbow Dragon. With no one else able to match their strength and stamina, they set their sights on you - the only person to ever single-handedly pilot a jaeger and survive.

gods and monsters 

ao3 link

House-elves and Moondew: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [hogwarts!au]

two chapter oneshot

rating: mature

warnings: minors dni!! injury, blood, death mentions, magic 

word count: part one - 15k 

synopsis:  

“You must be some wizard,” Suguru huffs softly, a warm smile gracing his features as his dark eyes drift over you. His chest sings with a giddy lightness, feeling the butterflies in his stomach turn when a little grin pulls at your features. 

When you tilt your head in confusion, Satoru continues for his partner.

“You’ve bewitched us,” he murmurs softly, voice warm and husky as he leans close, “body and soul - without even uttering a single spell.”

one 

two [in progress]

dewdrops at dawn: poly!ateez x fem!reader (demon!au)

one shot

word count: 17.2k

rating: mature

warnings: demon au! + soulmate!au + reincarnation au! idk there’s a lot of tropes going on in here (more warnings on fic itself) 

synopsis: you’ve never really believed in angels, or anything of the sort, but in a last ditch effort to escape a grave situation, you find yourself praying for someone - anyone - to come help you. you’re more than surprised when a handsome man appears at your side, horns curled around his head and tail whipping from side to side. his eyes are full of wonder and longing, and he seems almost lovestruck as he meets your gaze. frozen, you let the figure speak as he looks at you with nostalgia and love in his eyes.

“wow, you would not believe how fast angels are! I had to fight like six of them to answer your call.”

dewdrops at dawn

Works in Progress

Our own Constellations: poly!stray kids x fem! reader (primordial universe!)

oneshot

rating: mature

warnings: tba

synopsis: a continuation of your developing relationship with the eight sea gods. after the first few weeks, the nine of you grow closer and begin learning the intricacies of each other, as well as their unique powers.  

status: on hold

[syomi]

the fact that I miss Hoshina just make me think about...JUST imagine that you and Hoshina are cuddling and then u ask him to take off his shirt, nothing sexual, just for skin to skin comfort, it just makes my heart melting 😫💞

skin to skin - sosohiro hoshina

pairing: hoshina x gn!reader

content: romantic fluff

masterlist-series: kaiju no.8

your body lays limp on the mattress, allowing the foam to consume your body in comfort. the day has been rough but you tried your best to keep up with the fast paced nature of it all. your feet ache from being on them all day. you wish that you can apologize to your body for making it become a slave to the constant toll of labour. 

your muscles ache so much, it's even hard to undress. you looked similar to a tossed barbie after a child finished playing with it- simply raggedy. you couldnt care if your work bag is opened and the contents are spilled all over your bedroom floor. you surely didnt give a flying fuck or two about your phone lying face down on silent with a threatening eight percent of charge. 

nothing matters when your head feels like an unbalanced scale. your eyes shut the whole world out, creating your desired fantasy of solitude. everything slows down and the lights blurred into specs as darkness creeps in. 

hoshina slips off his shoes at the front door. he did so quietly, trying his best not to make any unnecessary noises. he has the week off from duties and wanted to get away from the dorms. the raven missed you. everyday gotten longer after not hearing your voice in his ears ringing harmoniously. 

at this hour, hoshina assumed you would be in your room focusing on work and won't hear a peep. his feet cautiously stepped through the apartment. it's awfully quiet, he is confused- you aren't home? 

small curses pasts his lips as he checks for any taps of the keyboard, humming or a shower running. he heard nothing. a doubtful thought grew bigger, regretting his decision but he had unwavering faith that his plans weren't spoiled.

he continues to maneuver throughout your home and gently pushes open the door to your bedroom. a sigh escapes his constricting lips. there you are knocked out across your bed, fully clothed. from your position, hoshina knew you had a rough day. 

the guy gently taps your leg, taking off your shoes and socks. he heard a sigh of content- he smiles. it's amazing how beautiful you are when you are doing the most miniscule thing. his fingers massages your calves before he reaches for your other clothes. kissing your calves and the sole of your feet to wake up like he used to before he moved to the dorms. 

your body became weak to his affections. you stirred but not enough to wake up. it is when the cool air of the autumn evening touches your exposed skin, you shiver out of slumber. searching for a source of warmth, hoshina did you a favor and cradled you in his toned arms.

from the smell of his signature body wash, you knew it was him. your eyes opened tiredly and your lips had a dopey smile. hoshina's heart swell at your quickness to shower him with tender and long awaited kisses, peppering them like freckles on his face. 

you shift on his chest and tried to get comfort but as clingy as you are now, you wanted to be in his skin. a loud whine caught his attention and he questioned what's wrong. 

"i want to get close." 

his eyes squinted," but we are close?" 

"no-like…" you motioned your needs to the confused man," this close." 

still confused, hoshina tries to give you what you want. he tried hug and squeeze you as tight as his body allows him to but it still wasn't enough. you immediately figured out what you wanted. 

you sat up on his lap and tugged his shirt. "this," you held the shirt at its hem," -needs to go!" 

his eyes like an eager eagle stalking its prey, 

admires your cuteness. his hand taps your ass then raise his arms. hoshina's muscles flexed as he strips the shirt away. you can see the old, healed and fresh scars on his body. your fingers as usual trace them but hoshina's lips kisses your fingertips. 

"its not time to worry. lay your pretty self down and go to sleep. im not leaving til' the end of the week." 

his hand pats your head and caresses your face. he repeatedly traces over your lips to lull you to sleep. hoshina smiles at you, his s/o before wishing you a good rest.