#kn8 x y/n

[irisintheafterglow]

a kaiju attack spoils date night with bf!hoshina. he is so pissed.

cw: canon-typical violence, swearing, mild angst/fluff, happy surprise ending

"is it just me, or does the vice-captain seem angrier than usual?"

"maybe he's just fired up. there's a lot of yoju for him to take care of," iharu observes, scanning the emptied streets from the rooftop of an evacuated office building.

"you idiots really don't pay attention at all, do you?" shinomiya mumbles under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. the rest of the officers with her stare at her blankly. "it's thursday, geniuses."

"is there something special about kaiju appearances and days of the week?"

"not that i've heard of," kafka states, scratching his head with a finger. "did new research come out?"

"maybe it's because of the full moon," haruichi says and the other men look up at its soft shining light, nodding in understanding.

"that makes a lot of sense."

"but why would that make the vice-captain angry?"

"maybe he's a werewolf," iharu whispers with sincere worry. "maybe kafka's not the only shapeshifter in our division."

"it's date night, you meatheads! the vice-captain's supposed to be off-base and relaxing," shinomiya explains impatiently like it was written on the floors in fluorescent paint. "he's probably angry that the attack came right when he usually picks up..."

"picks up who?" the officers stiffen and quickly fall into perfect lines. you smile at their professionalism and try not to laugh at how quickly they changed their gossiping demeanors. "you know, officers, you should be careful about what you say in regards to the vice-captain."

"our deepest apologies, platoon leader," kaguragi monotoned, ever the perfect soldier.

"at ease," you command them. "you have nothing to apologize for. i'm simply warning you of what might have happened had it not been me passing by."

"understood, platoon leader," izumo confirms. "if we may," he continues slowly and you can see the rest of the officers eyeing him warily. "were we...correct in our assumption as to the reason for the vice-captain's mood?"

"the werewolf assumption or the assumption that only shinomiya was correct about?" everyone but shinomiya reddens, looking down sheepishly at the toes of their suits. the axe-wielder straightens her shoulders with a proud glint in her eyes. "to answer your question, it would be the latter," you answer with a poorly-hidden smirk. "he'd barely knocked on my door when the alarm sounded."

"oh, i bet the vice-cap was seething."

"he definitely was," you confirm, recalling the colorful curses he uttered as you both begrudgingly shed your nicer clothes for your combat suits. i was supposed to take off your clothes under different circumstances, he'd lamented. don't go thinking our night is canceled because of this. i'll finish them off quickly for you.

your relationship with hoshina was no secret, considering that he talked about you whenever he was given the chance. every kdf member on base knew you preferred to keep your romantic life as private as possible to avoid questions of power dynamics from higher-ranking officials. hoshina, however, either didn't listen or didn't seem to care. he happily declared thursday nights to be date nights, threatening intense punishment for the officers below him if they caused trouble while he was gone. a static-filled message from the scouting teams sounds in your earpiece and you dismiss the officers, moving to join the vice-captain at the front line.

judging by the slowly increasing trail of dead monsters covering the asphalt, you find hoshina easily as he cuts a clean slice through a fast-moving yoju. you change the frequency on your earpiece so that you're directly connected to his.

"someone's been busy," you remark, pulling the batons from your back and electrifying them with the switch by your thumb. they hum in your hands, electric blue lightning crackling in sync with the released power of your suit. "save some for me, would you?"

"any other day, i would," he replies and you hear him smile despite his annoyance. "but it took me three months to get those reservations, so i wanna finish this up quickly." another yoju falls, your boyfriend a phantom blur in the darkness.

"are you calling me slow?" your hand plants itself on your hip as you continue to watch him cut down enemies, barely moving from your place between the dead kaiju. "i can't believe my boyfriend thinks i'm slow. here i thought you were my biggest supporter."

"that's not what i said," he huffs, the slightest waver in his exhale the only evidence of exertion. "i'm just faster." he pauses for half a second to catch his breath, and you snag your chance to overtake him.

"hmm, i think i'll take over for a second, then." launching yourself from the ground, your feet run perpendicular against the wall of a crumbling building as you close the distance. you can feel hoshina's attention on you while you dodge the yoju's swinging limbs and sink your batons into the skin covering its core, electricity surging through its body as it falls with a loud thud. "how's that, mister i'm just faster?"

"cute," he admits, offering you a hand as you hop down from the monster's head. you're shoulder to shoulder facing opposite directions and catch the challenge in his eyes as you look at him over your shoulder. "but i know you can go harder."

"go your fastest then, soshiro," you dare. his throat bobs as he swallows thickly, a subtle sign that you'd thrown him off. "i'll do my best to keep up."

---

"so, this is not how i wanted date night to end up," he says through a mouth full of noodles, slurping them loudly from the bowl on your living room coffee table. "and i'm sorry we couldn't go to that fancy place."

"to be fair, the website didn't exactly update its hours immediately," you remind him. "how were we supposed to know the place got demolished in the attack?"

"true, but i made you get all dressed up for nothing," he grumbles, accidentally dropping a vegetable and splashing broth onto his face. "ow." you snort against your spoon, setting it down in your bowl and swiping over the corner of soshiro's mouth with a napkin. "this was my favorite shirt, too. worst date night ever."

"good thing there's this place called the cleaners, babe." he continues to frown despite your unending patience, letting you clean him up while he indulges in staring at you in your nice clothes. you could make anything look pretty, he thinks, staring unashamedly at you wrapped up in a blanket and covering your going-out clothes. "hey," you murmur, gently grabbing his chin and turning him to face you. "i don't mind."

"you don't mind what?"

"this kind of date night."

"but we could do this anytime," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. you shake your head, pushing away your food and climbing into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

"no, we can't. we don't know how many times we get this in our line of work," you point out with an ache in your chest and he finally blinks up to look at you. "so i'm grateful for any time i get to spend with you, soshiro." his throat bobs again, but he manages to give you a small smile.

"you're too good for me, you know that?"

"if you say so," you shrug, leaning down until your lips barely brush his.

"but, you know," he murmurs and you pull back, staring into his starry eyes. "there's not a lot of nights," he inhales, reaching behind him to grab something from under the couch's throw pillow, "where i get to pull this move."

"what're you--ohmygod." he smirks at you as you blink down at the small box sitting in his hand, covered in crushed velvet and embroidered with gold. "that's-you didn't..."

"i did," he whispers, memorizing every inch of your shocked expression. "so," he pushes open the top half of the box with his thumb to reveal something that sparkles even in the dim lights of your apartment, "please--"

"yes!" you scream before he can finish his sentence, your excitement echoing off the walls as you both break out into wide grins. "holy shit, yes!"

"baby, i didn't even ask the whole question," he chuckles, giving in and slipping the ring on your finger. "what if that wasn't the question i was gonna ask?"

"i'd skewer your head with my batons," you smile sweetly and he hums, admiring the jeweled band in the light. "that was the question you were gonna ask, right?"

"of course, sweetheart," he assures you, finally leaning up to press his lips against yours. "you're the only one i'll ever let keep up with me."

"you gonna marry me, hoshina soshiro?"

"i'm gonna marry you so hard, the entire base will know." you fondly remember your conversation with the officers earlier in the night.

"darling, i think they already know."

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[ladybyakuya]

| BE SWEET TO ME. + soshiro hoshina, gen narumi, reno ichikawa, izumo haruichi. 

+cw. — f!reader,explicit smut, canon typical elements, established relationship, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, s&m themes, s&d dynamics, oral acts. +syn.— sometimes missions take days, even months but when they return home to find you in a very awkward position; you never knew that being caught while touching yourself could be so exciting. +wc. — 2k

+notes. — i became a lil bit selfish and pushed my hubby!hoshina agenda. | redirect to blog navigation.

• soshiro hoshina.

The shared bedroom of you and your husband is now filled with yearning, stifled moans, and cries seeking his presence. It has been a month. A month without your freshly wedded husband, a month without his touch, a month without . . .  

The house is mostly empty with both the brothers being at work. The ground floor is as usual bustling with servants and staff that work specifically for the clan but in this wing, on the second floor where you and your beloved husband reside, there is nothing but you, your yearning, and loneliness. One of your arms travels down in between your legs. It is almost instinctive, curious even. The hand that you hold against your face after it has just grazed your entrance is glistening with proof of your yearning for him. 

At the very next moment, your hand slips under your kimono again your middle finger finding its way inside you. You could feel yourself clench around your finger but as you slowly start to move your fingers, in and out, your folded legs start to pull away from each other. You lean back against the heap of pillows stroking your finger in and out. Head now arching backward while your finger movements have changed, trying to find the pinnacle of this insanity whilst moving up and down, to and fro, each stroke slightly stronger than before yet you can not seem to place a finger on it, like hoshina did on wedding night. 

Click! Your body jolts, sitting up straight, legs rested one over the other toes almost touching your butt as your thighs aligned as you sat sprawled beautifully like the arch of the neck of a Swan. It is a good thing that you are wearing a house kimono, so easy to carry, so swift to hide the lewdity. My God! Oh, how Hoshina has missed his beautiful wife! 

Still, he acts curtly.

“C’mon, why did you stop?” Hoshina walks towards the bed and sits at the edge of the bed. His body facing away from you yet his head is turned towards you. You could not speak. You could not think. You might have been holding your breath. Yes, you must. For how long has he been standing there? Since the moment you closed your eyes or . . .Hoshina extends his hand to cup your face. His touch is rough, and full of strength on your skin. As he squeezes your cheek a little bit while running his thumb over your slightly parted lips, you curl like a cat under his touch. “You’re here. I — I was just surprised,” you whisper.

“Go ahead. Finish what you started,” You suck in a breath upon hearing his demand. It is not like he has not seen you. But touching yourself while he is still here, getting yourself off while he is all ignored . . .is not right by him nor is in accord with the duties of a wife. But Hoshina happens to think otherwise. Seeing you like this, like a flower in blossom, unaware of what to do he could not help but grab the wrist of your arm that was underneath your robe a few minutes ago. He licks your slick-soaked fingers clean off whispering, “C’mon make those wet again!”

• gen narumi.

“Why did you stop?” Narumi interjects as all your senses and movements come to a halt for moment. His lips are practically thread away from your mouth. There is a visible tent in his underpants yet he refuses to pay attention to it. He would rather focus all his attention on you, who is currently sitting on his thigh without any underwear but the short tee is still intact. Narumi could see how aroused you are. Your nipples are prominent even through the cloth. You have been practically humping his thigh since he walked into the room. How dare you? How dare you use a dildo in his absence while he has been holding himself back, keeps playing games so that he just does not end up giving in to the urge of jacking off in the toilet late at midnight, especially after stressful meetings. That thing? That cylindrical thing— he takes that an insult to him on his manhood. 

“Weren’t you humping the plushie I gave you?” You were desperate. He was gone for a whole month, leaving you all alone with your yearning and that damn plushie that reminded you of him everytime you hugged it or barely glanced at it.

Gen goads into you further. .. .his head arching, eyes landing on your nape as he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue thinking of, yeah, just thinking of kissing you, marking you. “Narumi please.” you plead hands being clammy due to being held by him at the back of your waist while his other arm rests on his thigh. He grabs the dildo that he kept it on the side table and turns it on. It starts to vibrate in the air and the buzzing sound is nothing but a sound of shame for you now. “How many times . . .” Narumi takes it closer to your entrance and he can feel your skin flexing upon his thighs. “Just how many times did you use it?”

You can not answer that. Not that he would be angry or disappointed if he knew the number but its just that it was his fault that you are here in the first place, so close to your orgasm yet feels like a foreign dream. You just wanna cum while Narumi refuses to give you that until you answer. The only touch between him and you is his show case of strength on you while you drag your lower body up and down his thighs.

“When you send a selfie.” 

Narumi’s hands drop like a withered petal of an old flower that is way past from its bloom. The dildo hits the ground and its still vibrating. Yeah, probably you could have answered that question better it seems. 

“I was barely naked.” He said with such a flat face as if that skin tight suit with mask on, droopy eyes with such a morning face would not turn you on. 

“Oh! Shut up,” You finally snap breaking free from his garb and before he could counterattack your lips were already on his, no resistance, no fighting for dominance just wanting.

• reno ichikawa

There was no funny business for Reno when it came to you. He has informed you earlier that he would be home today so that your heart and body fills with hope and want before he decides to take claim of both But when he saw you through the slit of the door it made him a little dizzy. The drawing room was dark and the light coming from your room was the only source of light. He would have stumbled upon the plant pot if he had not been so habituated with coming home to you after every mission. He takes slow but eager steps to see if the sounds that are coming from your room is really what he thinks it is. Ren stands against the shadow of the door for a while letting the fact sink in that you actually gave in, that you actually listened to him. 

Reno did not think you would. He did not think you would be ready to listen to him without him nagging for it till you give in. It has always been like this so why would he expect anything different this time? But maybe being away from home, for whole thirty days and that too due to mission sure affected you in ways that went far and beyond his imagination. Sure, he thought you would miss him, call him late at nights despite your share of workload, even send pictures maybe nudes sometimes but he never thought you would be busy in your room preparing yourself for him. He suggested the idea just an arrow in the forest but he had no idea it would reach you yet it did. 

It did reach you and now you are on bed trying to suppress your moans by cupping your mouth and legs apart from each other as you push and pull the dildo he parceled while he was away. Seeing you like this, so eager and ready for him has already spiked his heart rate ten times than his normal heartbeat. He opens the door and your lust-filled gaze, glazing sweaty skin is now only for him to soak in.

“Reno—” you moan his name in between working the dildo into your pussy. “What are you waiting for?” Those unrefined movements of your hand, the posture, and the lingering tears in your eyes suggest nothing but the fact that you are new to this. 

“Did I make you too long?” He asks letting his bag hit the floor with a thud and getting on to the edge of the bed. You barely give him a nod with a ‘hmmm’ and the next thing you feel is his lips on yours, soothing the wait, rewarding the ‘good girl’ in you while pulling out the dildo out of your pussy. Your muscles flex around the air as Reno deepens his kiss. He then straightens up, undresses himself, and throws the shirt somewhere on the floor before getting on his knees to hook his arms on your inner thighs. He laps his tongue against your pussy once and peers at you and since you don’t say anything he puts his lips to work this time.  

• izumo haruichi

Izumo thought he would surprise you with his return but his plan had a boomerang effect on him instead. Indeed, you were never the one to be fond of surprises to being with so it already seemed like a gamble to him. But just when he was about to enter the shared bedroom, he heard you: moaning and whispering. He would not mistake your voice even though it has been a month since he properly heard you, heard you like this, calling out his name voice laced with lust. 

The way you are moaning he could imagine in which position you are touching yourself, even how close you are. He hesitated to ruin that approaching high, after all he hates it when you do it with him.

Now, he is standing outside the room leaning against the wall while you are inside the room. The presence of wall has never been excruciatingly painful before. The door of the room is slightly parted giving him enough access to hear your voice as he zips down to take his member and relieve himself from the pain while you are drowning in pleasuring yourself. 

“Fuck,” Izumo hisses under his breath as he clamps his fingers around his cock, his thumb lightly tapping on the tip of his cock. His pleasure stems out in strings, sticking onto his hands. A month full of missions, thirty days without touching himself, saving himself for you so that when he returns home to you he is all you can have, he is all you could imbibe. Of course, there were times when he was tempted to touch himself and it was always in thought of you. But he did not rather he wanted to save himself for you. It is always about you, always has been but standing outside the room while jerking off as he hears you calling out his name mind warped in insanity, desperation, and pleasure. He can enter the room if he wants. Albeit! he can barge into the room and give you what you need and in that process subside the tide that was high in both of you.

But seeing you so desperate, so needy, and that too for him fills him with immense love for you, reminds him of his days during the mission where he would find himself submerged in the thoughts of you, unable to touch you, unable to hold, and not wanting to channel it through him by getting himself off. It must be frustrating, right? To be consumed by need so much that you forget everything but the source. You just need to hold on a little longer. He can tell that you are just a few strokes away from reaching the peak. He is too. . .he thinks  . . . he has now sat down on the floor with his legs sprawled apart as he strokes his cock in quick and rough motions. He wants to cum with you, not after, not before but when you do.

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Soshiro Hoshina was hard to rile up, but after seeing a certain captain flirting with his girl, it seemed he needed to take matters into his own hands. Maybe he needed to remind you that he was the only one to bring you pleasure, in any shape or form.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Soshiro Hoshina (Kaiju No. 8)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.9k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Hoshina. SMUT.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Thigh Riding, Impact Play, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Jealousy, Narumi being an instigator, Condescention, Choking, Possessive Behavior, Calling Reader 'Kitten', Hair Pulling, Slight Power Dynamics (if you squint).

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Here I am once again back on my Hoshina agenda. Welcome to the cult. Listen this has been on my mind since I saw pookie fight for the first time honestly. So please enjoy this very indulgent fic. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Also, oops its late. The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

There were few things in this world that truly got under Hoshina's skin, in a world with so much devastation he tried to keep things light and only took situations seriously when it mattered. Keeping a smile on his face nearly constantly, being told by his colleagues his inability to take things seriously. However, when it came to you? Hoshina never took things lightly. Your safety and happiness came above all else. It was one of the reasons he detested your shared occupation at times. Dating his subordinate was taboo to say the least, highly frowned upon.

But, just because you both couldn’t explicitly be forthcoming with the nature of your relationship, didn’t mean anyone with a brain in their head could tell there was something at the very least between the both of you. The longing looks sent in eachother’s direction, late nights spent “training” together, the distinct marks that peeked through the collar of your uniform that could have only been left behind by his signature canines. There were more than a few indicators to hint that the both of you were an item, even one particular close call with Kafka before his reassignment in the training room long after lights out. So why was it that he felt the need to flirt with you every time the first and third divisions were forced to be in the same proximity?

Narumi had always had a nasty habit of finding Hoshina’s last nerve and dry humping it. The two divisions both being based in Tokyo, that natural formed rivalry, assisted in the competition between the two men. Often unable to be in the same vicinity as one another without it devolving to the both of them arguing, throwing nasty insults in each other’s direction. However, as of recently, Narumi had begun to take a different approach since your promotion to platoon leader. Whether he knew what was going on between you both or he simply suspected that Hoshina had feelings for you, was still indeterminable by the vice-captain. Regardless of either possibility, he had seemed to make it his mission to not only flirt with you but make comments regarding you consistently while in his presence. Mentions of “how good you filled out your uniform” and how “he’d like to have some private training with you”. Doing anything to get his blood boiling with rage.

What Hoshina didn’t know was Narumi was fully aware there was something going on between you both. He had incredibly good eyes, eyes that had immediately locked in on a peculiar mark that stood proudly against the collar of your uniform. There was also the time he saw you exiting the vice captain's office readjusting your uniform with kiss-swollen lips as he was on his way to discuss a joint training. He just loved how easily Hoshina was riled up, his signature smile growing tight at each mention of you. So when one of his platoon leaders was sent away and an important mission came up for the first division, of course Narumi was strolling into Hoshina’s office cheshire smile stretching his face as he leaned against the door frame advising him he had already spoken with Mina and he’d be borrowing you for a bit.

To say Hoshina was angry was an understatement, he was absolutely livid, but he gritted his teeth and bared it. He was on edge the entire length of your absence. Was a week truly necessary? He perked up like a pathetic puppy as the sound of your laughter met his ears, indicating your return. However, his excitement was quick to melt into jealousy as he watched you stroll in with Narumi, the current source of your laughter. Whatever he said couldn’t have been that damn funny. His sour mood continued long after Narumi’s departure, the two of them exchanging looks, Narumi’s unbelievably smug while Hoshina’s dripped venom, a concealed threat clear in his gaze.

You, oblivious to being the object of their most recent assault on each other, being caught off guard by Hoshina’s change in mood. Normally whenever you were sent away he all but rushed to your side upon your return. The most you got was him gripping your arm, lips pressed against your ear as he spoke through gritted teeth. “I’ll be in your room after lights out I want you ready for me, no fucking panties you hear me?” He was already walking off before you could even formulate a response, more than confused by his abnormal behavior. That was how you found yourself in your current position, waiting for his arrival anxiously in nothing but a large sleep shirl.

Hoshina entered your room after a few moments, not even a single word exchanged before pulling you to your feet. His hands cupped your cheeks harshly as he dove to capture your lips with his own. The kiss was intense from the start, a clash of teeth as his tongue immediately bullied its way past your parted lips. He made out with you hungrily, moving to sit himself on the edge of the bed, taking you down with him. You were quick to straddle his lap, whimpering into the kiss as your hips rolled against him in search of some friction. Without warning, the loud echo of a slap rang its way throughout the room. Hoshina’s large palm coming in contact with your ass. The same hand trailed it’s way up your form, fingers curling around your throat, using it as leverage to pull you away from the kiss.

“How was your time in the first division, baby?” There was an air of harshness in his tone, one that told you he clearly had no interest in how your time had been. “Shiro, what..” Your words were quickly cut off by his lips as they crashed against yours once more. Hoshina rarely lost his temper, but there was something about Narumi that agitated him, his comfortability with you had him seeing red. The captain was extremely popular, garnishing more than a bit of female attention. But you were his, Narumi would have to pry you out of Hoshina’s cold dead hands. “Fuck kitten, missed you so bad.” He groaned against your lips. His desperation clear in his voice. Now, you may have been oblivious, but you were by no means stupid. Hoshina’s actions were out of character, and you were fully aware of his distaste for the first-division captain, he was jealous. Of course he was, it all made sense now. “Missed you too baby, so fucking much.” You whispered as best you could in the kiss.

Your words helped qualm is aching envy, even if only a little bit. His hands traveled south, gripping your ass in his grip, another harsh spank delivered to your ass. Sometimes you forgot just how strong your boyfriend was, a stark reminder coming as he manhandled you into straddling one of his thighs as he pulled away from the kiss. “Yeah, baby? Missed me?” He purred, tensing the muscles of the thigh you were sat on, guiding you’re his by the grip he had on your ass until they started moving of their own volition. “Then show me how much you missed me baby, cause you could have fooled me with the way you sauntered back here, giggling with that fucken ass.” Jealousy dripped from his tone, but you were too far gone. So distracted by the rough material of his cargo pants against your bare pussy as you ground you’re his against his thigh. “Fuck, Shiro, need you so bad.” Your voice was dripping with desperation, your cunt already causing a damp patch to form against the material of his pants with how it was crying for him.

Hoshina’s hand came down on your ass a third time, the sting causing tears to form along your lashline, feeling the skin to warm with the impact. “That’s vice-captain, kitten. You could use my name once you’ve fucking earned it.” He growled, hand returning to its previous home around your neck. There was something about when he got like this, it wasn’t often, but when his seriousness only seen when fighting Kaiju bled into your sex life you folded nearly instantly. Unconsciously your hips bucked, your head fuzzy as he applied just enough pressure to constrict your airflow. Your hips moving of their own volition as you grinded against his thigh.

Normally you would find the act degrading, but between missing him and the allure of him being so jealous you couldn’t help but to give into him. “Yes, vice-captain, please need you so bad.” Your compliance brings a smirk to Hoshina’s face, using his grip on your throat as leverage to force your eyes to lock with his. Vermillion boring into your own as he speaks. “That’s my girl, don’t want you to hide a single sound from me, don’t care if the entire division hears you. I’m done with hiding, they can't afford to lose either of us, what are they gonna do? Fire us? Oh fucking well, need everyone to know your mine. Want that fuck to hear you all the way on the other side of Tokyo, kitten.” His words went straight to your cunt, spurring your movements, rutting against his thigh like an animal in heat. Your thighs were already trembling, the drag of his pants against your clit causing your vision to blur. “Please, fuck, vice-captain, please.” You were not even sure what you were begging for at this point, too far gone to think of anything but the pleasure you were on the receiving end of.

Your words had Hoshina letting out a groan, his own head falling back as your thigh brushed his cock. He shuddered, his cock throbbing with need in the confines of his pants, but he needed this. Needed you to come undone without any other stimulation than just his thigh. His hand moved from your throat, burying themselves in your hair, taking a fistful and yanking your head back to look at him once more. “Gods, fucking look at you kitten.” He groaned, you looked absolutely destroyed, eyes lidded with lust, practically drooling at the thought of your impending orgasm. “Go on baby, do it, fucking come for me.” Each of the last three words was punctuated with a rut of his own hips, giving an added layer of friction to your cunt. “Oh fuck, Soshro!” You all but screamed, your head thrown back, the thrusts of your hips growing sloppy as you rode out your high on his thigh, uncaring of your volume. Your eyes blown wide at a newfound sensation in your belly as the coil of your pleasure snapped, squirting against him, successfully drenching the fabric of his pants.

His fingers detached themselves from your hair, cradling you against his chest. Your body was trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. He cooed softly in your ear, rubbing up and down your back in a soothing gesture. All the jealousy melted away as he held you in his arms. “Shhh, my dear, shh. Did so good for me kitten, such a good girl for me.” He reassured between tender kisses pressed against your temple while your head buried itself in his neck while you caught your breath. Once he was sure your breathing had returned to normal, he tilted your chin up to press a sweet kiss against your lips. Pressing his forehead against yours and bumping his nose with yours in a pseudo-kiss. The tender moment didn’t last long before Hoshina grinned. “I’d like to see that two-toned bastard do that. Now come on sweet cheeks, now its my turn to show you how much I missed you, and that I could fuck you better than he ever could, yeah?” You were in for a long evening, and by the end of it you weren't sure if you wanted to thank Narumi or strangle him.

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After training, filing paperwork, training, slaying honju, filing paperwork, gaming, buying things off Yamazon, and filing even more paperwork, Gen Narumi was more than tired.

His favorite way of unwinding? The bathtub of his dormitory's bathroom, filled to the brim with soapy water, with some lavender scented candles—oh! and you too, as joining him in his bath time was mandatory for the captain to relax.

Being a platoon leader wasn't easy either, so when you used a spare key to open the door to your boyfriend's dormitory, you sighed in relief once the pleasant smell of lavender reached your nostrils. You carefully stepped inside the bathroom, leaving your clothes on the floor as you dipped inside the tub, your back pressing against his chest.

He threw his head back, sighing. "Hard day?" you ask. Narumi hums in response, "Hasegawa's on my ass again, something about a missing file."

You giggled as your body mimicked his, with your head resting on his shoulder. "You want me to talk to him?" you ask, humming pleasantly as Narumi's arms found themselves around your waist. "No need, doll" he chucked, "I'll just avoid him tomorrow. Care to pass the shampoo?"

When your boyfriend's hands were suddenly massaging your scalp, you felt like you had reached heaven. His fingers were magic, and the foam around the crown of your head was the proof one needed to confirm it. Narumi felt your head lean more towards him, losing all stability.

"Baby?" he asked, to which he received no answer. Delicately, he stuck his head out, only to find his ears blessed by soft snores.

You were asleep.

He shut his eyes close, his arms wrapping themselves around you once more. The Defense Force truly sucked the life out of you, but who was he to complain? If it meant that he got nights like these, he would gladly let it run him over, and over again.

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Hoshina Soshiro x Katana User!Reader

setting: you are a katana user at Third Division, and Soshiro is impressed by your determination. he takes you under his supervision

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Katana User!Reader

warnings: not applicable

notes: what a power couple they’d make! btw reader is quite imbalanced lolol but i really wanted to explore their strength and some possibilities it could cause

tag section: @moon-cakiie Thank you!!

Devotion

You weren't a graduate of a combat school, and you weren't from a family of swordsmen. You didn't have a clear understanding of what you wanted to achieve or who you wanted to be, but you knew one thing. At the age of seven, seeing a real katana for the first time in your life, you realized that you had to learn how to use it in the battle. This thought came to you absolutely suddenly, spreading through your consciousness like an obsessive song. Your consciousness kept telling you that this is it. This is your path. This is what you will wake up for day after day. Take the katana in your hands and learn, it said.

It was like a voice from your past life. You didn't believe in all these superstitions and mysticism, but the way the voice in your head had changed scared your childish soul. At first, you pushed these thoughts away, fearing them. It was as if they weren't yours, you didn't understand what this voice wanted from you. But then, in one of your dreams, you saw yourself. You recognized yourself indirectly from the outline of your face, because in your dream you were already an adult. The katana in your hand gleamed with a metallic light, and you were ready to fight, clearly protecting someone. Your stance betrayed tension and sensitivity to the enemy's actions. In front of you stood a kaiju, steam belching from its monstrous mouth. It was ready to attack. Through the dream, you felt fear and rage, unfamiliar feelings filling your childish consciousness. However, you were old enough to understand.

In your dream, you were ready to kill because someone hurt your loved one.

You woke up in a cold sweat and realized how defenseless you were. You were only a child, but the fear for your life – for the lives of your loved ones – overwhelmed you. You wanted to become stronger. You wanted to not to be afraid that at any moment your life could be destroyed, be it because of an unkind person or because of a kaiju.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

Once you were ten, your mother, after much persuasion and tears of yours, finally allowed you to get your first katana. It was small, just right for your short stature at the time, and you began to learn. You moved intuitively, your body seemed to lead you, and your first blows to the wooden dummy your father had carved for you were… awkward. It was as if you were tasting the feel of the weapon in your hand. Your legs were stumbling, and your mother was very worried that you might get hurt or harm yourself, but seeing your tenacity and the fire in your eyes, she stepped back, letting you walk this path on your own.

When you were twelve, you were training again in the backyard of your house. Attack, attack, dodge. Your movements had become more confident after a few years, but you felt that it was not it. You felt that it was not enough. At that moment, a man of rather old age passed by your house. He stopped and lingered his gaze on you, watching as swing after swing of your katana cut through the air. He noticed the tenacity on your face with which you honed your skills. Everything about your technique was wrong, but even from the outside, your actions did not look like a simple game that you would soon get bored with. The man saw a real warrior in you, albeit so young. On his part, it was an irrational decision, because usually students came to him on their own, and he did not teach everyone. Moreover, he promised himself not to teach anyone else anymore, but something still clicked in him when he saw you, and he realised: this is it.

Then came long, persistent conversations with your parents – both from yours and his side. Your parents were obviously worried about you, because you were still a child and they did not want a man they barely knew to spend time with you. However, one day, while watching the man in action in a trial fight with you, they saw that he was not deceiving them. It was obvious to the naked eye that he was a swordsman with experience the length of his entire life. Your parents saw the determination in your eyes, saw how you were burning with this passion of yours, and they could only sigh heavily.

They gave in, and you found your first teacher.

Long weeks, months, years of training followed. You struggled to combine daily training with school, and it affected your condition with all-encompassing fatigue. However, even then, you did not give up. Your desire to become a warrior, despite all the obstacles, burned your soul from within, and you honed your sword swings time after time. Your hands were covered in painful dry calluses, but you did not particularly care about them. If this was the price for the skills and experience you received, then you were ready to be completely covered in calluses. Your teacher saw your growth with each passing day and how the spark of a sincere desire to protect those close to you did not fade within you. He was truly happy that at the end of his life he was able to raise such a capable fighter.

And then your teacher was killed by a kaiju.

The sticky fear of loss pressed you to the ground with its suffocating grip for the first time.

***

You understood perfectly well that in Defense Force they had not fought with swords for a long time. There was a high probability that they would force you to change your weapon to a more modern, more effective one, but you did not want to think about it. You decided to prove to all your superiors by your own example that there are different ways to fight kaiju.

Your training did not stop for a day. The closer it was to the day of the entrance exams, the more time you spent in the backyard of your house. You used all the techniques that you had managed to learn and were ready to engage in battle with any opponent.

The entrance exam went... interestingly. You clearly felt a little superfluous in the ranks of talented examinees. Each of them was somehow connected either with Defense Force, or with the army, or with providing the fighters with the necessary equipment. There was no need to even talk about Kikoru, it was clear that she approached the destruction of kaiju with all seriousness, driven by internal motives. Being surrounded by such a strong force made you nervous, but you tried hard not to let those thoughts take root in your mind. You knew why you were here, and you also knew that you had to pass the test no matter what.

The special uniform of Defense Force clung to your skin. You had never felt so... strange. The suit perfectly followed the curves of your body, and it was much more comfortable to move in than in any other clothes. You instantly felt a surge of strength, a pleasant tension in your muscles in anticipation of the upcoming fight. Your chest filled with air: you breathed the way your teacher taught you, trying to collect your consciousness in one piece.

"27%" the screen showed your potential, and you clenched your teeth. 27 percent meant not admiration to you, but a burning pain of frustration. I am not strong enough? What difference did it make that the potential was high enough for an examinee if it did not bring you closer to your goal? What did you need to do to increase this percentage? For a couple of seconds, you lowered your head, trying to collect your thoughts. 27 percent only meant that your further training had to be even harder.

Already heading towards the exit, all examinees were given rifles and machine guns. You glanced at their intimidating appearance out of the corner of your eye. It certainly inspired some admiration, but you were not bribed by it. You shook your head and headed straight for the exit, passing the surprised looks of the other examinees.

"Examinee [Y/N]," the curators addressed you through the speakers in the walls. "You should take a firearm."

You looked straight into the eye of the video camera aimed at you. You frowned and tightened your grip on the katana stored in a sheath on your left side.

"My weapon is already with me," you said sharply and left the fortified room, rushing towards the training ground.

Just before the battlefield, your future vice-captain Hoshina hurried to instruct you on the further exam, but almost all of his words flew past your ears. Your eyes were wide open and your breathing seemed to have stopped completely.

You saw two blades hidden in sheaths behind his back.

A storm of thoughts and emotions flashed through your head. Was it really possible that the Defense Forces allowed their officers to use such a weapon? So you had a chance to join the ranks of the fighters and be able to protect not only your loved ones, but all people in general? You shook your head, trying to throw the distracting ideas out of your head. First, you had to pass the exam, and then you could dream about such a thing. However, the sight of vice-captain's blades certainly added confidence and determination to you.

And finally, the exam began.

Your father often cut up animal carcasses by hand in front of you, so you knew the fastest ways to get to the right "piece". Studying books about kaiju all these years, you knew some of their types and their anatomy very well. You could call it real luck that the ones you had read about recently came across during the selection tests. With a few movements, you ripped open the belly of your first kaiju, getting to the core. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out almost all other sounds, and you hurried to your next destination.

Of course, your common rival in this test was Kikoru. She was admired by everyone for her strength, which helped her to break through, but you did not feel envy. You only looked in amazement at her fast and precise attacks, at the shots that hit the target precisely. It was a mesmerizing sight, which only further inspired you to show your own, unique strength. In order to speed up the exam, you decided to work together with the others. Ripping open the peritoneums one by one, you opened access to the cores for the other examinees, and hurried to retreat so that the wounded kaiju could be dealt with decisive blows.

Soshiro could not take his eyes off your attacks.

"Vice-captain," Okonogi hastened to call out to him, tearing him out of his thoughtful state. He seemed to wake up, turning his gaze to her. "Please do not be distracted. You and Captain Ashiro will then choose who to accept into the ranks of the fighters."

The exam, as expected, ended in force majeure. You hurried to take the examinees who were more exhausted than the others to shelter. Your body ached significantly, ached like never before. Your hands were falling off from the pain, but you continued to steadfastly hold your weapon at the ready until you reached shelter. Only then, having made sure that most of examinees returned unharmed, you finally exhaled.

Now you could wait for the results.

***

It had been several months since you were accepted into the Third Division of Defense Force. Since then, you hadn't stopped training for a day, rehearsing your moves over and over, imagining how deep you needed to cut into certain kaiju. After training together with other rookies, you purposefully sought out empty training halls just to practice more. And more. And more. To the point where you could no longer move your arms.

One such evening, memories of years gone by added fuel to the fire of your soul, burning with a sincere goal. Now you were interested in more than just protecting your loved ones. You saw how many people suffered with each kaiju attack, and you wanted to at least slightly lessen their suffering. You made another swing of the katana, cutting through the air.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And again, inhaling, expanding your lungs and providing a flow of oxygen to all parts of your body. You felt how your muscles began to work in unison. Your palms clenched around the hilt of the katana, the swing precise and fast, almost unnoticeable from the side, and you delivered a precise blow to the training dummy.

The halves of it fell to the floor, and you thought wearily that you would have to build new dummies again so that the other rookies could also hone their close combat skills.

"Well done," a familiar voice broke the silence in the training hall, and you turned around. Soshiro was standing in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze betrayed interest and approval, and something else. You didn't think about it too much.

"Vice-captain," you breathed out and smiled slightly. His presence always made you genuinely happy, and it wasn't just because you respected his combat skills. Vice-captain always knew how to defuse even the most difficult and serious situations, and his cheerful smile, although sometimes a little fake, still made you happy. "Your fighting technique is getting better even without a mentor right now," Soshiro came a little closer, examining the dummy you had cut. The cut was clean, made with a sharp movement that left no burrs. "Your body really knows where and how to improve your movements. It's amazing."

You smiled and looked down at the floor. You knew from the start that your own body had been guiding you along this path, and you were grateful for where it had ultimately led you.

"Perhaps I really was a swordsman in my past life," you joked, and Soshiro smiled sincerely in response.

"However, I'm not here just to praise you," Soshiro walked around you, carefully examining your body. He was most interested in your legs, particularly your knees. You shuddered slightly under such close attention and tensed, feeling the approaching criticism. "I respect your previous teacher and I don't plan to change your technique drastically," Soshiro assured you, and your muscles seemed to relax from his confident but calm voice. "However, I see significant flaws in your stance that prevent you from moving even faster. If you don't mind, I would like to work on these details."

You exhaled in surprise. You had noticed many times that Soshiro paid special attention to your training. Even if it was only an extra couple of minutes compared to other rookies, you felt this special attitude and really hoped that it was not a sign of favoritism. Although you immediately threw this thought out of your head. Soshiro always made it clear that for him, all rookies were equally strong.

"Why?" you asked directly. You were never particularly shy and were used to expressing your thoughts as they were. Soshiro was taken aback for a second, and the next moment his face lit up with an even more determined smile.

"In all of the Defense Forces, I only know a few people who prefer classic weapons, besides my older brother of course. This draws extra attention to us and increases the demands on us as fighters," Soshiro said thoughtfully. Indeed, other than Soshiro, you hadn't seen a single fighter using blades so far. You were probably yet to meet the others, and by that point you wanted to be as strong as possible.

Soshiro circled around you once more, finally stopping in front of you. "We have to show more and more positive results on the battlefield each time. And I'm worried that at some point the pressure of that on you will become too big. I want you to be fully prepared by that time."

You couldn’t move. You felt… different things. Deep gratitude to Soshiro for his attention to you, fear of what awaited you as a fighter, and a strange, indescribable excitement that felt like a tight knot in your stomach. Soshiro noticed the complex palette of emotions on your face and placed a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

“Even more, I think we can learn something from each other,” he said with confidence, and your breath caught for a second. Despite the difference in rank, Soshiro saw you as his equal.

“Got it, vice-captain,” you nodded in understanding.

“And besides,” Soshiro continued with a more sly smile on his face that made you swallow nervously. “I want to see how far ahead of me you can get.”

You raised an eyebrow. The vice-captain was actually asking you to compete?

Soshiro continued, still smiling slyly. "Even my small adjustments to your technique will not take away the individual style that has earned you a place among us. I want to see if a semi-self-taught person can surpass the Hoshina family's fighting system."

Soshiro was clearly serious, and the thought of competing was giving you a strange, unfamiliar feeling. You just wanted to fight kaiju and help people, but Soshiro seemed to be looking deeper into your nature, digging up and pulling out feelings that you had suppressed over years of training. You smiled and extended your hand in an inviting handshake.

"Deal then," you said, and Soshiro extended his hand back, sealing the deal. It ignited a spark of excitement in you. It was one thing to just practice and hone your skills, but it was quite another to be challenged by the vice-captain himself. You understood that he himself was not going to stand still, and every day made him stronger, and now you had no right to lag behind.

***

Since then, your individual training sessions began.

Soshiro was fast. He easily parried your attacks and did not hesitate to go on the counterattack, forcing you to work harder on your defense skills. He also did not hesitate to go behind you and time after time correct your stance, forcing you to squat deeper, make your own movements smoother, but at the same time faster. The ringing of crossed swords filled the training hall every evening, and at one point you stopped understanding where the training was, and where it was just a friendly fight to test each other's strength. During all this time, you managed to remember the main techniques that Soshiro used, it was his family’s style that impressed and scared you at the same time. But you still began to parry them more actively, going on the attack more than on defense, and this ignited a spark of excitement in Soshiro himself.

In addition to training, you two began to spend more time together. Each of your days was accompanied by casual conversations, talks about new films that had come out, and jokes that only the two of you understood. Outside of work, you would go window shopping together, browsing the desserts Soshiro absolutely adored, and you were also regular visitors at the cat cafe that was closest to the Defense Forces’ base. You got along so well that the other rookies were wary of your tandem; two strong swordsmen could clearly give any other fighter a run for their money. However, you knew perfectly well that while you were at the base, you had to maintain subordination so as not to disrupt the usual routine. No matter how close you were to Soshiro, you would never cross that line, knowing full well how much any wrong move could affect your careers.

But in any case, with each passing day you were becoming closer to each other. An incomprehensible, new feeling overcame you every time you saw Soshiro, and you were afraid to even think about what this accelerated heartbeat and ragged breathing meant. However, you understood from the very beginning that one day this had to happen. The connection that began with blind admiration and then grew into friendship would sooner or later turn into something else. Something that was both painful and pleasant to think about. You understood that under any other circumstances, your love for Soshiro could be regarded as a breach of subordination, and in that case you would immediately throw all your feelings into the trash, leaving your relationship strictly professional. However, now that you were friends, there lived in you a weak, but still hope that your feelings could be mutual.

Another evening training session didn't go as planned from the start. First, you missed a few blows that were quite predictable, then you dropped the katana from your hands, and then you missed with your blow that Soshiro didn't even have to block it.

"Vice-captain," you said, slightly crouched and breathing heavily. You held the katana in your hand, ready for another attack, but Soshiro was in no hurry to attack you, seeing that you were already exhausted. Something about your appearance gave away your exhaustion, and he saw it. "I need a minute, and then we can continue."

"Of course, but first," he came closer and crouched down, looking worriedly into your eyes. "You will tell me what is wrong with you."

You were taken aback. Of course, there was no reason for Soshiro to know about your feelings. And you yourself would not allow your feelings to interfere with the course of your training, much less the course of a real fight. The reason for your discomfort was hidden in something else, but under such a piercing gaze of Soshiro, you were ready to reveal all your secrets.

"When was the last time you ate?" Soshiro asked, examining your face. You were paler than usual, and you clearly did not have enough energy for a full-fledged training. Oops, you thought. Soshiro, no doubt, learned to read you like an open book.

"Yesterday evening," you said sheepishly, perfectly knowing what would follow the next second. "Vice-captain, I-"

"First of all, we agreed that in private I am just Soshiro to you," he began with all the severity in his voice. "And secondly, are you crazy? You had three training sessions today, including this one. Do you have any idea how much you are depleting your body's reserves? What if you had to go into battle today?”

You closed your eyes, smiling. Soshiro was really attentive to the state of his subordinates, and it warmed your heart to know that he paid special attention to you, as his friend.

"Sorry, Soshiro," you said, still smiling, which Soshiro was taken aback by. So he was scolding you, and you liked it? "I promise I'll eat as soon as our training is over."

"In that case, consider it’s over," Soshiro chuckled, standing up and offering you his hand. You leaned on it, also getting up from the floor and swaying slightly. You really needed to eat. "And we'll go to the cafeteria right now. No objections."

"Yes, sir," you said playfully. Despite your general weakness, you were in a very good mood.

You headed to the cafeteria together. Then you finally felt the taste of food in your mouth, and only now did you realize how hungry you had been all this time. Soshiro noticed it on your face.

"Don't starve yourself," Soshiro said worriedly and shook his head. "You do realize that this is only pushing you further away from your goal, right?"

"I know," you nodded, chewing vigorously. "It's just... I haven't felt like eating lately."

"And why is that?" Soshiro asked, resting his chin on his palm and looking straight into your eyes.

You knew exactly why. Every night, you replayed the same dream you had as a child in your head. Now that you were a part of the Defense Force, it no longer seemed strange and unreal to you. The kaiju standing in front of you in that dream seemed more and more real with each passing night. The danger was breathing in your face, and you could only tighten your grip on the katana in your hand. You couldn't afford to retreat.

"The more people I meet on my way," you began, looking distantly at the patterns on the tablecloth. "The more afraid I am of losing each of them."

Soshiro nodded understandingly and touched your palm, squeezing it in a supportive gesture.

"Thoughts about it are scary, but don't let them take over your consciousness. Otherwise, when the time comes to protect your loved ones, you won't have the strength to take a step forward."

You looked into Soshiro's eyes and saw all-encompassing care and concern in them, and you realized that he was right. You promised yourself that, despite any danger, you would not give in to it.

After all, for the sake of at least one person, you were ready to sacrifice even your life.

***

Another battle with a kaiju turned out to be completely different from what you expected.

At first it seemed like a fairly easy mission. All the kaiju were quite slow, and killing them was complicated only by their super-strong armor. However, compared to the dangers you had already encountered, this was not such a big problem, especially for a whole group of skilled fighters.

But then you found yourself cut off from each other by a number of large kaiju, whose cores were located deep under the plexus of muscles and tendons. Their too massive muscle mass did not allow you to easily reach the right place, and even combining your own attacks with subsequent, stronger and more accurate attacks from Kikoru and Ichikawa, you still could not break through to the core. Kafka, as luck would have it, was busy on the other side of the battlefield, so for the time being you had to hold back the attacks of this kaiju on your own. Captain Ashiro was still on her way, and you needed to delay the kaiju as much as possible and not let it break through further into the city.

It seemed that your brain worked in a way it never did before. Together with Soshiro, you tried to cut as deep into the kaiju's flesh as possible, allowing the other fighters to strike directly into it, but its wounds were healing too quickly. Moreover, the kaiju relentlessly attacked you when you tried to get closer to it. Soshiro realized that the kaiju's most accessible weak spot at the moment was its dozens of eyes. Without saying a word and despite the pain from his broken ribs, he rushed straight to the kaiju's muzzle, soaring upward as if he weighed nothing. However, the monster's reaction was even faster, and Soshiro instantly found himself buried under the attack of a powerful paw.

Now you understood what your childhood dream was about.

Your mouth opened involuntarily in horror, and you quickly covered it with your hand. The grip on the katana tightened, and you clenched your teeth. Rage filled your body, and you felt your whole body screaming: fight.

Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Jumping in front of Soshiro and blocking him from further attacks, you tried to parry the kaiju's movements. Your gaze was fixed straight ahead, and without any distraction, you slashed kaiju's flesh again and again. Again and again. Again and again, with a fury that consumed your entire being, until finally the tatters of muscle hung down in a formless form.

You saw the core.

Ichikawa hurried to freeze the cut flesh with freezing shells, and Kikoru took advantage of the moment, delivering a precise and sharp blow to the core. The kaiju let out a final roar and fell from all its height onto the ground below it.

It became unbearably quiet around you, and only the settling concrete dust rustled in the air.

You could not see anything in front of you, except for one person. You rushed over to Soshiro, checking his pulse. Alive, you breathed out.

"Hey, don't you dare to think that I can be killed so easily," Soshiro tried to joke, but the pain in his chest and the obvious internal bleeding did not allow him to enjoy the moment. It seemed that for the first time in your life, you showed what you were truly capable of, even if it was due to your rage.

"Vice-captain, be quiet," you said. His suit was damaged near his leg, from which blood was now streaming. You unbuttoned your own suit and hurried to cut off a piece of the t-shirt you were wearing under it. You needed a tourniquet, and you found one, despite the surprised looks of your comrades. After bandaging Soshiro's leg to stop the bleeding, you finally breathed out in relief.

In the distance, the fighting seemed to have died down as well.

***

"Shouldn't you be training at the base or something?" Soshiro smiled and winced slightly. With the permission of the medical staff, you were helping him change the bandages on the injured parts of his body. The nurses were busy with civilian casualties, among other things, and their strength and time were not enough for everyone, so your help came in handy. Moreover, you yourself were glad to spend some time alone with Soshiro.

"Captain Ashiro asked me to visit you, so I am free from training for today," you smiled. You suspected that Captain Ashiro had a reason for choosing you as a visitor, considering the sly little squint she always had when she watched you and Soshiro. She must be shipping us, you thought jokingly, but then your gaze became serious again. Mina really knew how close you were with Soshiro. She probably wanted to calm your inner worries, because no matter how hard you tried to hide it, they were more than noticeable during training and beyond.

"I see," Soshiro smiled, and his smile was the most precious thing you had. "You know, you shouldn't have rushed into battle so thoughtlessly back then. That kaiju was stronger than the usual ones."

"I noticed," you nodded thoughtfully. You knew that the kaiju were getting stronger each time, and it scared you. "But I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you."

"And if I gave the order to retreat, would you obey?" Soshiro smiled, looking into your face with genuine interest. You smirked.

"As an officer of the Defense Force, I strictly follow all orders," you playfully said, finishing bandaging Soshiro's hand.

"What if we take the regular you, not the officer one?" Soshiro moved closer, and you felt his breath on your cheek for a moment.

"I won't answer that question," you shook your head, knowing full well that no matter what situation you were in or how much pain you were in, you wouldn't disobey Soshiro's orders. "However, I would do anything within the order to ensure your safety, Soshiro. You can always rely on me."

"I know," he nodded and leaned back tiredly on the medical bed. The next moment, you felt a warm palm cover your own. "I sometimes feel ashamed for making you worry about me so much."

"It's natural, because I-" you trailed off. Now was not the best time to confess your feelings, and this was not how you wanted to do it. Soshiro, however, did not ask you to repeat it. He just smiled knowingly, as if he had figured out the tangle of your emotions.

"I know and I reciprocate your feelings with my whole heart," he said with a satisfied face, and your heart was close to stopping. Soshiro, still holding your palm in his, gently stroked it with his thumb, and this small, but such a gentle touch said everything to you better than any words. From the excess of emotions and experiences over the past few days, tears flowed down your cheeks, and Soshiro immediately jumped up from his seat, smiling. "Ah! Sorry, just didn’t want to run away from that conversation anymore. Didn’t think it would make you sad."

"Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s okay," you reassured, smiling and wiping away tears. "I'm just... happy. And I'm really glad that you're alive, Soshiro."

Your eyes met again, and you couldn’t stop looking at Soshiro’s familiar face, to which he smiled like a contented cat.

“Still, I’m not used to the fact that such beauties save my life,” Soshiro said nonchalantly, looking you straight in the eyes. “I can get used to this.”

“No way. Weren’t you the one who suggested that we compete in strength, huh?” you smiled sarcastically. “Aren’t you afraid that I will steal your first place?”

Soshiro only smiled tenderly again and ran his hand over your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears.

“Considering that you’ve already stole my heart, I have nothing more to fear.”

Your face flushed the second you heard these words. You groaned and tried to hide your face.

“You’re unbearable.”

“And you love me for that, don’t you?”

You couldn’t believe your happiness. With a soft, loving smile, you leaned closer to Soshiro. A second before your lips touched his, you whispered…

“… I do.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Yeah. So, apparently, I go weeks without writing more than a comment or 2 and in the span of less than 12 hours this is my second piece about Kafka Hibino. What can I say but my god, I love him.

C/W ::: NONE! This is pure, sweet fluffy fluff fluff fluff. Brief mention of physical affection (& an even more brief mention of a roll in the hay.) No language. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

WC ::: 433 (RIGHT!!!!!?????)

Kafka Hibino is the kind of man who …

💀 Gives you the last bite of his dessert. Even if - especially if - it was his favorite. He loves that you love it as much as he does. 

💀 Lets you take a shower first, so he doesn't use all of the hot water up. 

💀 Sets the alarm on his watch/cell 15 minutes before your alarm is set to go off so he can slowly and gently kiss you awake. But there's a catch, sometimes, if you have the day off and he works, you do that for him so he can wake up nicely without the jolt of vibrations startling him first thing. 

💀 Absolutely adores when you touch him of your own volition. Unprompted affection from you - be it a kiss, a hug, a smack on his cute behind, a pat on his belly, even a flick on his arm - is something he will never tire of. 

💀 Throws your clothes/towels in the dryer for you in the wintertime so they're warm for you when you put them on. 

💀 Pulls the covers back on your side of the bed every night and throws them back up every morning. 

💀 Makes sure the coffee is set the night before. And if for some freak reason he forgets? Well, he's the kind of man to run to your favorite coffee place and get your drink of choice. 

💀 Pays attention to hints you drop. About ANYTHING. Something as simple as what you want for dinner. If you're in the mood for a romp in the sheets. If there's an article of clothing you've been eyeing. A new place you want to eat at. A new shampoo. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous it might seem. If you’re interested, he’s interested. 

💀 Makes sure the toilet paper is always stocked and facing the right way. 

💀 Pulls your seat out when you're eating at a restaurant. A fancy place or a cheap little diner. 

💀 Listens intently to you when you talk about your day. If it was good, he will celebrate the little win(s) with you. If it was bad, he will pull you up onto his lap and hold you until you feel you've vented enough that you can be let go of. (Newsflash, you never want him to let go of you and chances are, he won’t want to either.)

💀 Feels so lucky that you love him. He wasn't bad off or anything, but he definitely had his moments of loneliness. 

💀 Doesn't ever plan on letting you go. 

@supersecretsaga @darkstarlight82 @katkusuo

@arlerts-angel @bakubunny @kazutora-kurokawa

@reiners-milkbiddies @southside-otaku @trevengersprincess

[fairy-writes]

hallo >:]

i would like to request the prompt :

“Oh, excuse me for freaking out. I only thought you were dead!”

for narumi gen from kaiju no.8

and any gender would be fine!

A LONG ROAD TO RECOVERY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “Oh, excuse me for freaking out. I only thought you were dead!”

Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Narumi Gen x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Hospitals, Injuries, Minor Arguments

Notes: Combining this with another request that is exactly the same :)

This is likely medically inaccurate, but pls bear with me.

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The beeping of hospital machines was driving you up the wall. But it also brought you solace in that it showed that the man you loved was still alive. 

It had been three days since he slipped into a coma. 

You sat beside him the entire time, holding Gen’s hand as the ventilator breathed for him. His army of machines did a variety of things. Things like the ventilator, which inflated his lungs. He had a chest tube placed to drain fluid building around his lungs. There was a catheter to drain his bladder. There were multitudes of other machines and devices, all to help Gen stay alive. 

But no one knew when he’d wake up.

If he’d even wake up.

A frantic beeping awoke you from your doze. 

When did you fall asleep?

You look up at the machines and barely have time to comprehend the sight of his heart monitor lit up in a frenzy. 

It’s flatlining. 

Gen is dying. 

You let out a cry and dive for the blue button next to his bed, slamming your thumb onto it and hearing the call for a “Code Blue in room G342. Code Blue in room G343” just outside in the hall. A flood of nurses and doctors come in, and you are pushed out.

“Please! You have to save him!” You beg, and a nurse you vaguely recognize from seeing in the hallways offers a kind smile.

“We’ll do everything we can. But you need to stand back and let us work.” She says quickly before Gen’s hospital room door slides shut behind her.

You are forced to wait in the waiting room as Gen is wheeled in for emergency surgery after they get his heartbeat back.

They didn’t say what it was for—maybe they did—but you had signed the necessary forms regardless, seeing as you were Gen’s significant other and he had no other family.

You sit with your head in your hands, your breathing quick and gasping and panicky as you wait for any sort of news from the medical staff working to save his life. As you sit there, you can’t help but wish he hadn’t been called in for the most recent kaiju attack. Because while yes, he vanquished the monster, it left him in this sort of state.

He was going to get an earful when he woke up.

If he woke up, that is…

Your name being called snaps you from your reverie. You had been zoning out, not thinking about anything but what you were going to say to Gen if he ever recovered. But as you jolted out of your thoughts, you checked the clock and realized that hours had passed. No one was in the waiting room except you and a nurse behind the receptionist's desk, who looked like he wanted to go home. 

Well… you two and the doctor you recognized as the man who had wheeled the crash cart into the room when Gen was actively coding. 

You were on your feet in seconds before you even registered standing up. 

“How is he?” You demanded when the doctor approached. He gestured for you to follow him, 

“We’ll talk on the way. But he’s asking for you.” 

He was asking for you.

So he was alive?

Your knees felt weak, and you actually caught yourself on the wall. 

“So he’s alive?” You whisper, and the doctor gives you a warm smile. 

“He’s a fighter, that’s for sure. Now, follow me, I’ll take you to him.”

Gen is already awake and sitting up in bed when you get to the hospital room. A flurry of nurses flit around him like a bunch of buzzing bees. But he isn’t watching any of them. 

No… Gen’s eyes are locked on yours the second you come into view. 

The doctor begins to speak, telling you about the surgery, but you don’t hear him. All you hear is muffled speaking, almost as if he’s talking through cotton. It’s like this for a few moments until you come back to the present and hear, 

“I’m confident he’ll make a full recovery.” The doctor says, and you feel the pricks of tears in your eyes. 

He was alive. 

He was going to be okay. 

You all but yank the door open and slip inside as the nurses and medical personnel file out of the room to give you two some privacy. But as soon as the door shuts, it’s as if all the strength in your knees has left you again, and you all but collapse on the side of his bed, reaching to grasp his hand. You’re mindful of the IV in the back of his hand as you cradle his palm in both hands. He arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything just yet. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask quietly, and he shrugs with one shoulder, settling back into his mountain of pillows. 

“‘m fine.” He mumbles with a yawn.

“Is there anything I can do for you?’ You press, and he shakes his head, 

“Not unless you’ll get me one of my games. The doc won’t let me have my phone just yet.” He complains, and you hang your head with a dry chuckle.

Of course, he wants one of his games. You wouldn’t expect anything different from your boyfriend. 

“If the doctor says no, I’m going to listen to him.” You say, and he immediately lets out a whine. But before he can complain, you cut him off, “Gen, you need to take it easy. Getting worked up over video games isn’t going to help.”

He rolls his eyes and tugs his hand from yours to cross his arms across his chest, huffing indignantly, and you realize this is going nowhere. But that still didn’t mean your anger rose any less. In fact, it actively pulsed within your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you scowled. 

He noticed, and his eyebrows shot up. It wasn’t often you actively showed your anger. 

“What has you freaking out? I didn’t die, did I?” He asks, and you glare, 

“You coded Gen. Your heart stopped.” 

“But they got it back! Stop freaking out, seriously, it’s gonna give me a headache.”

“Oh, excuse me for freaking out. I only thought you were dead!” You borderline shout, and he rolls his eyes. 

Gen gives you an impish, boyish grin despite your fury, the kind he gives you when he beats you at a video game or successfully kills a kaiju. He works his hand over so he can entwine his fingers with yours. You can feel your anger melting away as he speaks. 

“You can’t kill me that easily.”

[grapefives]

PEER PLEASURE | DB

hoshina x m!reader

req. — reader lets it slip that he’s worn a skirt before.

all of you were talking about the defense force uniforms. someone had jokingly mentioned how adding a skirt would look cute. the superiors technically want the uniform to be similar for everyone and fitting, you had slipped.

“we could do half skirts, it’s a fashion trend now.” you say casually.

“where the hell is that a fashion trend.” someone asks, laughing.

hoshina’s eyes are boring into you. he’s unsure why a comment as that would slip from your lips. you’ve never seemed interested in fashion.

you shrug at your peers comment, “nothing wrong with being so iconic we add a half skirt.”

“i’m for sure not wearing half a skirt, fuck that.” someone else says.

your eyes narrow, smile teasing on your lips. “what? scared all the kaiju would want to mate you instead of fight you?”

the room fills with laughter and oos. hoshina can’t help but bust out laughing, leaning into you to brace himself.

“yah, baby, would joking aside, i don’t think a skirt would be accepted.” he says softly, everyone else returning to the topic at hand.

“i know, i was just playing,” you smile.

“sounded very serious though,” he teases, eyeing you.

with a soft expression, you say, “just thought that wearing a skirt again wouldn’t be so bad.”

he blinks. “eh?”

his y/n is saying what now? he stares at you for a while and you pause.

“…what-“

“you’ve worn one before?”

“wanted to feel pretty.” you joke.

he frowns, “but you are! hey, maybe you should show me a fit with a skirt on, since you’re so into fashion.” he smiles, leaning into you again.

“whatever my baby wants,” you grin, placing a soft peck on his lips before returning to the meeting at hand.

he can’t help but feel giddy. he loves you so much, he’ll always support you.

[nyarumie]

Brains to Brawn. (Chapter 2)

narumi gen x f!reader — 2.9k words, co-workers to lovers, narumi loves kisses, multiple parts, semi canon compliant, in denial reader.

STATUS: Ongoing. Chapter links: 1, 2, 3

Author's Note at the end! Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are also appreciated; Happy reading ♡

Cross-posted on ao3.

Requests, prompts, or any messages are appreciated! Just open my ask box.

"Y'know, I'd almost like to take you in as my officer right now. But numbers are just numbers. Get what I mean?" 

"...What?" you felt like your head was going to crack into pieces any time soon, and the Captain isn't even here yet! What was he even doing here? How can he say that without even sparing a glance at you? He's talking as if you're a new breed of officer! Even more, how does he not recognize your voice?!

Finally gaining some composure to speak, you sat up and started, "With all due respect, I'm an operations manager. I have no interest in becoming an officer, and I value my job beyond my own life. Besides, I doubt the Captain would approve such a shift in the workforce—" 

"That's not for you to decide. Kurusu, pull up the numbers again." you froze in place, eyes wide again. You felt your mouth go dry as the current First Division Captain himself, Isao Shinomiya, arrived swiftly.

A snort came from the doorway, taking your attention. Platoon Leader Narumi lazily made his way over one of the stools, crossing his legs, still engrossed in his mobile game.

It's not like you can do anything else in this situation, and you can't even hear Kurusu and the Captain's conversation. Ultimately deciding to just observe the Platoon Leader, thoughts started flooding your brain. 

'That bastard! He didn't even bother hiding his snort! Does he even have the authority to be here? Was he just loitering around? I'm sure this is just plain entertainment to him, but he's not even paying attention to anything except for his boring ass game! I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for him… and my co-workers!'

A voice shook you out of your thoughts. "With how hard you're gripping that gun and glaring daggers at me, I would've thought you wanted to kill me." Narumi said, surprisingly sounding nonchalant.

Oh, the menace. Is he now bored with his game, deciding to pick on me instead?

"I don't even know how to use these. And again, I'm an operations manager! Yours, specifically!" you insisted, now pissed at how he's decided to finally give attention to anything other than his game. You held your tongue back from arguing further, not wanting to ruin your image in front of the Captain. Oh, you sure would love to get a long, quality sleep once this is over. 

Narumi finally turned to look at you from where he's lounging, quirking an eyebrow. "So you're the voice that keeps nagging at me during our neutralization operations?"

"Why, excuse me! I saved your impulsive ass several times with my 'nagging'! Shouldn't I get a thank you instead? You should be grateful for finally meeting the angel whispering in your damn ears!" you feel yourself getting even more impatient and uneasy, snapping at him unintentionally. The stress must be getting into you.

You almost forgot about Kurusu and the Captain in the midst of your small rage, hearing footsteps approaching the protective glass. "Captain Shinomiya would like to make a deal with you." It was Kurusu who spoke this time.

A deal…? 

Isao Shinomiya focused on you with a steady, serious gaze. "Join the Defense Force Neutralization Unit. A proposal will be sent to you later within the day, taking into consideration your position in the Operations Unit. I am expecting an answer in 3 days' time." 

He made a motion to leave the room, "Our nation needs both your intelligence and strength. Show us results, and the deal will go through." he departed shortly after.

Unbelievable. He left before you can even comprehend what he said! But he's a busy man, alright… 

You stood up and detached the sensors attached to your body, making your way back to Kurusu. Damn, your legs feel like jelly. With slow, weak strides, you finally reached Kurusu in the monitoring area. 

"Oi." 

You jumped, forgetting about the presence of another person. Still feeling a bit overwhelmed, you raise your eyebrow at him, silently asking what it is that he wants now. Not that he can see you, though; he's still into his game.

"Show great results and I'll have you transferred to my Platoon."

"... Don't be stupid. I already said I'm not an Officer." Besides, you know very well how he does things in battle. Each Platoon Leader gets assigned their very own Operations Manager, and you just so happened to be assigned to him. He prefers going solo all the way, as if he's a Kaiju killing machine (he, in fact, is one). You'll just end up being one of the rookie officers standing around awkwardly while he gets things done.

"What's stupid," He stood up, stretching while still holding his phone in one hand. "Is doing nothing with those numbers. And refusing to be a part of my elite platoon. And I'm not stupid! I was an academic achiever, just so you know!" pointing an offended finger at you.

…And he just walked off. At least he acknowledged your potential power, and that's extremely rare. But only because of your potential aptitude for Kaiju no. 3. Which you don't have any plans of doing something about it. Yet.

"If it were any other superior, you would've been really fired on the spot. Didn't know you have quite the guts to call a Platoon Leader stupid." said Kurusu.

You mumbled a half-hearted apology to Kurusu, "Not like it matters to him anyway…" you said. You've argued with Narumi over comms during battle despite not knowing you. Surely, something as small as calling him stupid is nothing.

"You should go back to your station. Not a word of this to the other operators, the information should come from HQ themselves—unless you accept the to-be-finalized proposal." he said.

"So… my afternoon shift—" 

He instantly gave you a deadpanned look. Alright, no skipping work today. Which is quite fair enough, you unintentionally gave him another job to deal with, after all.

With a dampened mood and head occupied, you start walking back to your work station.

Your afternoon shift was surprisingly normal and peaceful. Concerned glances were thrown your way by your friends when you went back to work, the slightly uncharacteristic silence bothering them. Not that you were noisy per se, but you're working on one report to another rapidly. To them, you’re in distress; but to you, you couldn’t be more glad and at peace to just go back to your respectful, ordinary work, ready to reject the proposal from your Division Captain any time soon.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain Platoon Leader observed you in your ‘element’ through the horizontal glass pane from the door.

As Captain Shinomiya was drafting the proposal, an unannounced but familiar presence entered his office.

“Old man. Tell me, do you plan on assigning another yapper to me for our battles if she accepts the proposal? If so, I don’t need a voice screaming their ass off in my ears. I don’t want to babysit a rookie either.”

The Captain mentally noted how subtly grumpy Narumi is. "Each deployed officer is to be strictly monitored in battle. That's how we analyze your skills and determine if your results are worthy of representing the First Division." 

"You didn't answer my question."

"Narumi. Results are to be expected from you, regardless of who you're working with, or what you're doing on the battlefield. Do you understand?"

"...Whatever you say." he uncharacteristically departed back to his office without arguing back.

Of course. It never fully mattered to him who he worked with. He simply does what needs to be done and exceeds expectations "effortlessly". But that doesn't mean he never noticed.

All the previous operations managers assigned to him filed an official request to be transferred to another officer. He expected you to file a transfer request after the first few missions of being assigned to him, but you ultimately decided to stick with him to give his ears some beating through comms if you can't beat his ass in person. Sure, he found your nagging quite annoying, even telling you to shut up several times—in which you only screamed back at him, insisting you're just doing your job to keep him alive; but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find your reports beneficial.

Most post-battle reports written about him are more of a complaint than a feedback. The managers assigned to him would always give him a C to D grade for his performance, despite taking down the most destructive Kaiju on field. 'What's there to complain about when all Kaiju were neutralized?' he thinks. He stopped reading those, crumpling the papers and throwing them somewhere in his room. Besides, they didn't even bother giving any training routines on the suggestion box of the report, concluding that "he can deal with it by himself".

— A few months ago —

He thought his unleashed combat power would hit the wall at 71%. For a few months, no amount of training he came up with amplified his power. It was getting pretty frustrating, and even Hasegawa took note of how even more desperate and tired Narumi has been getting in the battlefield as Kaiju with higher fortitudes and unique traits keep emerging.

"You're not reading your reports." Hasegawa pointed out to him after an intense battle.

Narumi was sitting amidst the chaos, idly playing his portable console.

"So?" Yeah, it's not like he needed them anyway.

Hasegawa sighed. "The new operations manager assigned to you is as stubborn as you are. It's been 3 weeks, and she's pestering me to continue delivering reports to you. She knows you haven't been reading them. She refused to pester you herself, saying you might've had enough with her constant nagging during battles."

"Yeah, you're right. It's been too long, when is she filing a transfer request? My ears are about to blast with how much she's talking." Lie . He knows that he'll feel lonely if you file a request. He didn't even know you back then, but your presence in his earpiece is appreciated deep inside. He pretends to know everything about the battlefield thanks to Kaiju No. 1's retina, but it was because of your accurate and swift comms that he is able to plan steps ahead of the Kaiju.

"I take it you're not aware of your top performance rating in the entire Division for a whole month now?" Hasegawa guessed.

Huh?

Hold on. Not that it's supposed to surprise him—he knows he performs exceptionally well, despite what the old reports say about him. No matter how many Kaiju he kills, they all weren't reflected on his past ratings. He knows the results Captain Shinomiya wanted to see will never be reflected on any chart, so he didn't care that much. The ratings were just meant to motivate ordinary officers.

But the ratings were all subject to approval by the Analytics Department of each respective division. He doesn't know much, but each Operations Manager is to defend their reports about the officers they monitor. Which means… you defended him in front of all the scrutinizing gazes and judgmental minds of your peers. You fought for him, and only him. He's the only officer you handle due to his rank as Platoon Leader. He should be shrugging this off, but the thought of someone giving that much acknowledgement to him oddly feels comforting.

Narumi stands, dusting off his suit. "Will you be distributing them this week?" he hesitantly asked.

Hasegawa, sensing a change of mind in him, replied. "Of course. Let me know if you have any specific past reports you'd like to receive." Somehow, he always knows what's weighing in Narumi's head.

"All of them. The ones from her."

Maybe he was also just another ordinary officer, after all.

— Present day —

When he first started reading your reports, they were oddly short; but rather straight to the point. You analyzed his fighting style in accurate detail, as well as small habits he himself didn't realize during the heat of the battle. All the flaws and mishaps he made were not once accompanied by a complaint. No mentions of your arguments over comms were found either. Well, you did say communication and teamwork has a big room for improvement , followed by saying that it isn't a priority as he accomplished the mission in a heartbeat. You tried not to show it in your paper, but you're mostly concerned for his safety. 'So much for a person you haven't even met.' he thought. He wasn't a fan of reading these stuff, but yours is bearable.

What surprised him the most is the training routine you suggested. He can't believe you included his gaming sessions in the routine. They weren't required to follow the routine, they were only suggestions after all. But he can't help but follow them sometimes after seeing your little note at the end of the routine: "Goal: Assist Platoon Leader Narumi with his training to reach Captain rank."

Surprisingly enough, his unleashed combat power started rising in numbers again after occassionally following your suggested routine. As a Platoon Leader, he's now reached an 87%. No one's gonna give him these reports if you decide to be a Defense Force Officer. That's why he insisted on making you a member of his Platoon,  just in case.

Night time came and you retreated back to your room. The proposal never came whilst you were working, despite the Captain promising to deliver it within the day. 'Maybe he needed to revise it.' you thought.

You picked up a book as part of your nightly routine, reading different novels and papers to calm your mind to get some quality sleep. Just as you were about to get comfy in your bed, a soft knock was heard on your door.

You internally groaned as you opened the door, revealing Kurusu. It wasn't office hours, so you dropped your usual formality with him. "No. I don't want that. Good Night." you spoke before he can even wave the proposal right at your face, acting like you were gonna close the door on him.

"Wait! I promise you'll love this proposal." he said.

"And why do you say that?" 

He rubbed a hand on his nape, "... Salary adjustments?"

Now it was your turn to give him a deadpanned look.

Sighing, he said, "Look, just take the paper and give it a once-over, okay? Or maybe thrice. You were given three days to mull it over, anyway. It might not look like much, especially with the risk to your life on the battlefield, but, uhm… your interests are highly taken into consideration." He pushed the papers toward you, forcing you to hold it. "I'll be making my way now, then."

Motioning to close the door, you almost had a heart attack when you saw his arm suddenly slip right through the little space left between the door and frame.

His head poked inside your room again, "Ahem. I don't want to influence your decision or anything, but I'm speaking as both your boss and your friend. This very proposal changes everything you have right now, but it doesn't mean it's a bad thing. I think it will suit you just fine. You're above the average intelligent person, and you have a certain good kind of stubbornness in you that you have yet to realize." and with that, he waved you goodbye.

'What does stubbornness have to do with this? And I'm NOT stubborn at all!' you thought.

Instead of reading your beloved novel, you're sitting straight on your bed with the proposal right in your hands. 

As you read through it, you were able to gather these main points: 

It goes without saying, but apply as a Defense Force Officer and wield the Number 3 weapons.

Your rights and parts of your job as an Operations Manager will remain, such as writing reports and analysis of neutralization operations and Kaiju observations, regardless of whether you pass as an Officer or not.

"Great results" will give you three times the joint salary of an Operations Manager and an Officer, which may vary according to current position.

'Who the hell writes a proposal encompassing several pieces of paper, but has such a few main points?!' You were more pissed at how it was plainly written than the actual offer handed over to you. What's more is the fact that the section discussing financial terms was much longer than the risks involved! Did they really think you, a highly intelligent person, were that simple-minded? Money can't save your life in a battle!

"How much would the salary be if that was the case though…?" you mumbled to yourself. You pulled out your phone and did some calculations. If you were able to reach Platoon Leader in a short period, your salary would be…

"Half a billion?! That's impossible! Is the Defense Force even that rich to begin with?" You remember the mountains of packages delivered on a weekly basis, all addressed to Narumi. "Maybe it's possible after all…?"

After spending another hour thinking, you sighed, taking out your phone to draft your response.

To : First Division Captain Shinomiya Isao, First Division Operations Leader Kurusu Akira

Subject : Defense Force Application Proposal

As an honored member of the First Division and as a dedicated Operations Manager, I wholeheartedly accept the terms and conditions stated in the proposal.

Author's Note(s):

My head felt like I was floating and I barely had any sleep while writing this so I hope I didn't mess it up! I kinda got carried away and it became long.

i'm honestly just going with the flow and writing whatever feels right. I'm surprisingly having fun writing! But I wasn't sure of how I'd transition to Narumi's flashback, apologies for that part lol

Feedbacks are appreciated <3

[szqnxi]

|| Unrequited

Reno Ichikawa x reader (angst)

It wasn't a secret to the whole force that you were Soshiro Hoshina's property, and his alone.

Reno wishes you weren't.

"You look troubled" Iharu said, setting his chopsticks down while looking at him. "Is something wrong?" he asked, getting the attention of the bickering Kafka and Shinomiya beside him.

Reno shook his head. "Everything is fine" he lied. "I was just thinking about what training I should do to increase my combat power" he said dismissibly not wanting to discuss what's going on in his mind. He was scared that he might accidentally say something he'd regret, especially since it involved you.

You were completely unaware of the feelings he had been suppressing about you. However, regardless of what he might say, he knew the outcome would remain the same. You saw him only as a friend, and that's all you would ever see him as.

He knew these feelings weren’t right, but damn, it was difficult to control himself. The way you looked, the tender smile you would give him whenever he did something good, the way you encouraged him with kind words before each mission, your loving personality - it was all too much for him to handle. He just couldn’t help how he felt about you.

He had been holding on to these feelings ever since he joined the defense force, but confessing to you is not an option. Not with you gushing about your silly little crush on the Vice Captain right in front of him. It was tormenting seeing the woman he desired secretly, wanting someone who is not him. And before he knew it, you had completely become captivated by Soshiro, and he's already too late.

Hoshina Soshiro, Vice Captain of the third division, and the defense force's strongest close-quarter combatant. Reno? Just another officer under his command.

He already knew the outcome. Yet, it hurts. He was not prepared to let you go. He felt like you should belong to him and only him. He should be the one you awaken to each morning, the one you confided in when you were troubled, the one who'd always be by your side. It was difficult for him to accept the fact that he would never be that person for you.

Perhaps given enough time, he could finally move on from these feelings. From his unreciprocated love for you. Perhaps.

"Earth to Reno" you tried to get his attention. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had taken a seat at the table, right beside him, no less.

"Everything okay?" You asked, giving him a concerned look.

He quickly responded, repeating what he said to Iharu earlier "Everything is okay, y/n-san. I was just thinking about what training I should do to increase my combat power"

Reno flashed you a reassuring smile, desperately trying to hide his true thoughts. You laughed softly and playfully messed up his hair. "As usual, you’re so focused on getting stronger." You teased him. "You should try to rest once in a while, you know. It’s part of the process."

"I will, y/n-san" he responded, unable to resist the urge to lean closer to you, soaking in the warmth of your presence. He wished this moment would never end, as it was one of the few occasions where he could experience your gentle touch.

"Y/n, is that—" Kafka pointed at the hand you had resting on Reno’s head. "Oh, you mean this?" You let out a soft chuckle, and gleefully showed them the ring. The ring sat perfectly on your ring finger, it was a beautiful piece, adorned with numerous purple gemstones and intricate designs.

"Soshiro proposed last night. Pretty isn't it?" You said, a soft smile grazing your lips as you admire the ring on your finger.

"Oh my God! Really?! Tell me more" Kikoru squealed, asking you for more details about your engagement.

Reno's heart sank. He had always known this day would come, but he hadn't anticipated it would happen so quickly. Of course, he knew deep down that your relationship with Soshiro was serious, but all of the shred of hope he'd held onto, that maybe someday you and Soshiro would part ways, and he'd finally get his chance, that maybe you'll wake up and realize that it was him who you love all along and not Soshiro- it vanished in an instant. His hopes- shattered into millions of pieces.

"I’m happy for you, y/n" he muttered, the phrase felt bitter in his lips.

He was far from happy, but he couldn’t bring himself to ruin your happiness. But seeing you happy, even in the arms of another man, offered him a small comfort.

Deep down, he knew that his feelings for you were not something he could ever let go of.

They would remain with him until his very last breath.

A/N: Got inspired by @justwinginglife's Like Magic fic. Sorry not sorry for the angst.

Might start writing more of kn8 fics (might) anyway, my request box is open so feel free to drop some requests!! /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

|| Masterlist

[thepenguinwriter]

Helloo! I sawed you are start to make about kn8 so can you do about Isao shinomiya? :)

`` 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ``

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟; 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚

Fair warning: I haven't read the manga yet, so if anything is innacurate because of it, my apologies!

"Tch. Idiot."

You kneeled next to the disheveled body of your husband as you patched him up after his fight with the berserk Kaiju No. 8. You let your fingers linger on his skin as you wrapped him up in bandages where the most damage had been done. Despite the rough fight, your face showed more hurt than his.

"What did you just call me?" The man asked, his gaze serious and unflinching. Though he didn't show it, he was more than glad to have you by his side after fights. You've always helped him, even now, despite the harsh scolding.

You let out a disgruntled sigh as you took out more bandages from your first aid kit and pressed it against his shoulder. The thick, warm blood which it soaked up made you hiss as if it was your own.

"You're such an idiot, Isao Shinomiya."

You knew he was powerful, everyone did, as expected from the former captain of the First Division. Yet somehow, this didn't ease your constant worries for the man, and his near-death experience with a feral kaiju just mere minutes ago didn't help much.

Your partner only grunted in response, his cold eyes watching as you packed your first aid kit away. "Were you expecting me to die?"

"Of course I was, you-!" your shout was cut off by the surprisingly gentle sensation of his finger being placed on your lips. He stood up, shifting you closer to his side. "No need for worries. I won't leave you just yet, not until I'm sure you'll be protected without me."

He wrapped an arm around your waist, and trough his serious expression, you could feel his love for you. You never understood how he remained so cold all the time, but no matter. He was alive, and that's all that was needed, right?

You nuzzled closer with a long sigh. "I never want to lose you, Isao. You know that, right?" He nodded. "I'll protect you for as long as I can, Y/N."

A/N: my first non-Hellaverse request! Thank you so much for this one, anon 🙏 I know this will most likely not be too popular with my followers, but hopefully someone will still appreciate it :,D

[irisintheafterglow]

...said you like my eyes (and you like to make 'em roll)

summary: you marry hoshina soshiro. it's just a business deal...right?

wc: 1.2k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader, explicit language, marriage of convenience, childhood friends to rivals to lovers, pining but he's SO mad about it, tension breaking and a lil steamy towards the end (but nothing explicit), intentional lowercase (i didn't mean for it to be this long but here we are)

note: hello iris nation today i offer you hoshina brain rot because this bowl cut bastard has been nothing but the forefront of my mind for the past week. hope you enjoy LOL

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

"oi." a small bubble mailer is unceremoniously tossed onto your desk and you don't bother looking up at who threw it. "wear that."

"hello to you too, vice-captain. what a lovely day it is!" you remark without pulling your pen from the document you were signing, your voice mockingly sweet. he can't stand you. "oh, i'm doing well," you continue with the imagined conversation, "just doing paperwork and wondering what my wonderful fake husband is up to."

"careful how loud you say that," he warns through gritted teeth, "or you put both of our jobs in jeopardy."

"i'm aware, hoshina." you sigh, finally looking up from your paperwork at the package in front of you. "trust me, i'm not trying to mess this thing up just as much as you are," you reassure him before dropping your voice to a nearly imperceptible volume. "as difficult as you make it, sometimes." you catch the muscle in his jaw clench and smile inwardly at your victory in making him tick.

"just open that and put it on. i have work to do." you frown, gesturing at the stack of papers that appeared on your desk that morning and were nowhere close to being finished.

"and you don't think i don't?"

"open the damn package."

"what do you say first?" you smile at him condescendingly and watch his frown become deeper. rolling his eyes, he pushes the mailer closer to you before muttering a quiet, "please." you reluctantly open the package, dropping the small gold circle inside into your palm. it's a testament to your working and romantic relationship with hoshina that your first reaction is to snort. "what the hell is this?"

"we're married, aren't we?" he scowls, annoyance overtaking his typically-amused face. "might as well look the part."

"how thoughtful of you," you say with no inkling of gratitude, slipping the ring into its proper spot on your left hand. "huh. perfect fit."

"that's a surprise," he mutters and you narrow your eyes, suspicious of what he meant by that. "i mean that i bought it off a discount site, not that i thought the ring wouldn't fit on your finger or something," he quickly corrects, his unhappiness and irritation clear.

"you got me a wedding ring off a discount site?" you bark out a laugh and admire the shining band in the light. "is this even real gold or is it painted plastic?"

"don't know. didn't bother looking," he mumbles and you gape at him and his pure level of indifference. "just wear that so no one gets suspicious about us."

"what about you?" he fishes under the collar of his suit to reveal a similar ring dangling at the end of a small chain. "aw, maybe you can give that one to your real wife one day. maybe she'll be stupid enough to believe it's real." he scoffs, turning to leave.

"i don't need another wife; i already have my hands full with you."

---

"they won't think twice if it's us marrying each other. not when they look at both of our histories," he explained to you on an off-base excursion, away from prying eyes and recording cameras.

"what's in it for you?" you take another sip from your drink, something you forced hoshina to buy for you for making you travel so far off base. it was like you were kids again, sparring with tree branches in the afternoon and spending all your money on sugary drinks. "isn't it bad to be making attachments, especially ones in the defense force itself?" he shrugs, calmer than you'd ever seen him since you were transferred to the third division. you remember the first time he saw you on base, immediately ordering you to run laps for some made-up reason. so much for childhood best friends turning into kaiju-fighting partners, you thought to yourself.

"people will stop asking me to use my benefits on them, for one," he says. "it'll also stop the brass from bothering me about next-of-kin type stuff."

"oh, so you want me to deal with the repercussions if you die? how thoughtful," you deadpan. "and in exchange, i get more benefits too?" he nods, refusing to look at you. come to think of it, you'd only faced him head on when you first arrived on base. shaking your head, you ask hoshina a question that'd been lingering your mind since you first saw him after he left to join the defense force. "why is this the most you've spoken to me since i transferred? what happened to growing up together and joining and-"

"questions like that have no place in this arrangement," he cuts in, a shadow casting over his eyes that you couldn't read. "so don't ask them." you huff through your nose before deciding not to press the subject further.

"strictly transactional, right?" you murmur, the barest hint of sadness detectable in your voice.

"strictly transactional," he affirms.

---

"mmm, now what happened to 'this is strictly transactional,' husband?" you smirk against his lips, his hands desperately roaming anywhere he can reach on your body.

"shut the hell up." after months of avoiding you and willing the ache in his lungs to subside, something in him had begun to bend when he saw what you were wearing to the defense force banquet. whatever it was completely snapped when you brushed your hand against the bicep of some nobody from another division. the interaction made his vision bleed scarlet and it took all his energy to remain cordial as he all but dragged you out of the ballroom.

"ask nicely and maybe i'll think about it," you murmur.

"shut the hell up, please," he rasps, breathless from kissing you in a dark, quiet back hallway of the banquet hall.

"kiss me harder and i will," you counter and he just laughs, pinning you back against the wall. one of his hands runs up and down the side of your thigh, the other holding you close by the back of your neck. "what's gotten into you? not that i'm complaining, but-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" hoshina can barely breathe, every single one of his senses overtaken by you. your perfume, your skin, your eyes, your lips. he was sinking into an indulgence that he'd never allowed himself to have, and it was intoxicating.

"i think i can make several educated guesses." he rolls his eyes but is barely able to stay away from you and your smart mouth. "but really," you say, gently pushing him away and you swear you hear him groan in frustration. "what's going on, soshiro?" soshiro. he liked it when you said his name.

"i'm done pretending that i don't care about you anymore," he admits, his face burning from adrenaline and embarrassment. "i'm fucking sick of acting like you don't matter to me." you blink at him as his eyes burn molten-red.

"why did you act like i was a burden?" your voice cracks and something in hoshina's chest wrings. "why were you so mean for so long?"

"i was hoping i could scare you away," he replies guiltily after a tense moment. "i was hoping that, if i was mean to you...you would leave the force and you wouldn't get hurt. i just wanted you to be safe. all i ever wanted was for you to be safe."

"and you thought marrying me to get your benefits would keep me safe?"

"i've had better ideas," he concedes and you crack a smile. he mirrors your grin, kissing you sweetly. "can i make it up to you?" his hands travel more dangerously over your exposed skin, sending shudders down your body. "i promise i can...make amends to your liking." you hum, tugging him out of the nearest exit.

"i think that can be arranged."

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[ladybyakuya]

IS WHAT LOVE IS ? | GEN NARUMI.

+cw.— omegaverse au ( alpha!male x beta!reader ) + roommates au + college / university au, gen narumi x f!reader, fast burn ( we don't appreciate it enough ), world building, angst & hurt, smut, mentions of alcohol, bullying, blood and physical injuries.

+syn.— When college got busy with upcoming internships, classes became hectic, sleep schedule got fucked up and exam stress piled on: gen narumi sought blissful comfort in your presence. However, the same can not be said about you.

+wc. —5k ( dw I think I'll often talk about this in my main.) 

+playlist. — affection by between friends \ no love in L.A by dutch melrose \ fire by jvke \ is this what love is by wasia project.

+notes. — one of my favourite things to get things done by challenging myself so please be kind to me if you feel my writing is little off or not fitting my general pattern. thank you, enjoy reading. | redirect to blog navigation.

+tags. — into the omegaverse collab by @goxjo + other tags : @sukirichi @to-eden @stunie @interstellar-inn

[ one. ]

"We should fuck,"  Narumi announces walking into the dorm room half-clad in the towel and boxers freshly showered, clusters of hair falling onto his face, wet and aromatic opening the door with a bang. Still, it failed to startle you like it generally does. His arm is still holding the door open as you try immersing yourself more into the university website that is spread open on your laptop attracting a fair amount of attention. A barely visible deft amongst his eyebrows arises as his presence remains unbeknownst to you even after he clears his throat. Are beta's senses that dull? 

You take the bluetooth earphones off your ears. "Did you say something?" you pose the question as if you are aware of his presence just now. 

Letting his fingers skim through his wet hair he grumbles, "We should fuck," with pinnable irritation in his voice not that you would know why he is being cranky. 

It is your turn to be silent. Your eyes switch over to the calendar hanging on the wall right beside him. It is still two weeks for Gen before he starts to show the bare minimum signs of an approaching rut. Besides, he has never been this ridiculous. "Did the summer heat finally take your sanity?" you exclaim with a scoff returning the annoyance right back at him but respectable enough to look at him as you spoke. Your phone chimes followed by a vibration and Narumi is forced to cover one of his ears with the arm that has been holding the door all the while; his other ear suffers the damage.

"How many times did I tell you to tone it down a few notches?" He gets inside finally closing the door. All you could spare for response is nothing but a glance of unease. Who is he to tell you what to do and what not? You put your notebooks and a few things in your bag as his whistle finally blows off. "It's been two years already. when are you going to finally give in to my alpha charms, huh? I know that you are no strangers to the modern ideas of mating. I mean you are quite active so why don't we just celebrate the last year of graduation being fuck buddies rather than just roommates?"  You roll your eyes when you are still facing his back to him. You turn around to tuck your hair behind your ears making the bluetooth earphones visible. Holding up your fisted right wrist in his direction you tap on the watch two times and fist out your palm with all five fingers and Narumi just squits his eyes. Before he could make full sense of what you are conveying, you are already out of the door and Narumi knows better than anyone that you love listening to music at high volumes without interruption. Maybe you do so because you are a beta or you are sad or annoyed about something. It couldn't be him, could it? Sometimes when the surroundings get too quiet and you are listening to music he can hear what song it is. 

Not that he is a fan of your music taste but he has rather expressed in preposterous ways to exhibit his distaste for your tastes, likes, and dislikes, sometimes even unasked for one and you were fine with it. You were fine with his obnoxious, rude, and rough behavior. Even in his class, he has a hard time getting along with his batchmates. Every once in a while he would come up with bloody knuckles or a bleeding nose, scratches in his face sometimes and you would have no other choice but to tend to his wounds. You never bothered to ask how he got hurt or why he hurt others and he never decided to divulge. Being at the top of the university has prevented him from getting expelled. The professors are fed up with him but are willing to put up with him only because he is sincere in his studies. And, he is surprisingly good at it given his nature. Sharing a room for almost more than two years with an alpha like Gen Narumi is not a cakewalk, especially for a beta like you. Even before moving into the dorm room, you knew that you would either be paired with an omega or an alpha. You knew what you were getting into and with the advancement of medicinal chemistry cohabitation with other species of your kind has become easier than before yet the primal urges never really fade, do they? After all, what is more dangerous than an unmated alpha? 

You check the time. You are so early for someone who has an interview for the first time. You sit with the other candidates without a slice of panic in your body. Thanks to Gen for nuking your attention into something that you would never expect in nightmares or another universe. Like what the fuck was that? What kind of question was that? Was that even a question? As for a fact, an alpha's desire is too innate to ignore. And with the amount of patience stored in Gen Narumi's body if anything was possible it would have happened in the first few months of college year. Wait a minute! is he finally asking you out after trying to hide it for almost two years? If yes, that would certainly explain why one time he gave you cologne on your birthday which would complement his scent too. Not only that, it would surely explain how he snuggles to you during movie nights, or on liquid nights he would almost spoon you when his ruts were approaching he was too broke to buy video games. But at the same time, you can not completely claim those actions as an act of pursuit of seeking a potential mate in you since it was just an extremely rare occurrence. 

You remember the time when both of you just came from an exam semester party being too drunk, high, and happy to change or freshen up. Both of you just passed out on the nearest bed to the door of the room and you swear you felt a graze of something sharp upon the nook of your neck. But you swiped that thought at the back of your mind thinking it as a dream or some bad alcoholic effect. That night you woke up with Narumi in your bed sleeping like a log, a loud log to be specific. You have always given him space during his ruts since it works better that way; rather than arguing to come to a truce. That's how you have always been. That's how betas had to be. You would always find him buried under a futon with bloodshot with a game controller in his hand, and a lot of junk food packets all around the room yet you chose to give him space because that is how you avoid alphas like him; the more you indulge with him, the greater the chances to be under his target radar. 

"Y/N L/N is next. Be prepared." the mic announces breaking the pensive silence and your reverie of thoughts for a mere blinking moment.

On the first day when you moved in you clearly stated that you would file a complaint if he ever tried to scent you, mark you during his ruts. He just joked saying, "So, it's okay when I'm not in a rut?" but you would not budge or answer him so he mentioned in a sing-songy tone, "Oh don't worry. Betas are hard to influence. You should know that darling.  Plus, you are not exactly my type." with a smug so loud on his face that you wished you could throw something at his face but engaging with him would give him a crack to widen the gulf, explore and test waters. . .you know better than that. But since unlike other alphas, he listened to it, he abided by it, he sustained it—- well tried to or he was just poking the bear for fun. He often does that when he is out of video games. 

That is how you have always maintained a boundary between him and you. 

Gen Narumi finds it impenetrable. You think all the things he does, he does it out of respect which is not exactly true. There is respect but just a pinch. Sharing a room with a beta wouldn't be too bad. That's what he thought when he came to know about you. He did mention in his admission form that he would not like an omega as his roommate but he did not expect it to be beta. It could have been an alpha or a zeta, someone either loud or too mute. Mediocrity has always been a foreign concept to him. And what's up with "do not scent me or mark me." as if he would be interested in such things. He is not like other alphas. Some alphas spend their ruts giving in to their urges while some take suppressants. Gen Narumi belongs to neither of them. He spends his ruts eating junk and playing video games. works both ways actually. It has always been like that since he was expressed as alpha in society. What would he do to a beta? or that's what he thought. 

This morning when he said, well, suggested that you and him should fuck he was possessed perhaps. Why on earth would he say that? It does not make any sense because never in two years he has thought or even looked at you with a splotch of romance. Most of the alphas in his batch have already found a mate or maybe were forced to. He might be the only unmated alpha in this university which is why lesser potential omegas approach him. An unmated alpha is always seen under the lens of threat. And, if they came to know how he spends his ruts, they would not even acknowledge him as an alpha. At the start of the college year, he would often end up bullied by other alphas because of that. The last thing he wants to do is to use his pheromones on others. Why would he waste it on others? He doesn't exactly know for what or whom he is saving it. He would come to the room late whenever he got into a fight. One time he was so tired of all the bullying that he did not even try to defend himself or scare them away. By the time he reached the dorm room,  he was too hurt to breathe properly. That night Gen Narumi came to know that even a beta can calm an alpha, and nurse them into good health if needed. He was too hurt to protest or say anything, all he could do was to imbibe your scent while you were taking care of him. Even betas have a smell. Did you do that on purpose? release pheromonic signals to calm him? Would it be so hard to believe if he were to say that most alphas took their roommates as mates? He can certainly try, at the very least he will get a good laugh out of your reaction. If you did that on purpose he has a chance to show other alphas that he is actually an alpha not that he cares what they say but since you showed your interest in him in a puzzled way he would certainly try to match your level. wouldn't this be a win-win situation if he fucked you? For you, for him, and others as well; it certainly would. That's right. This morning you did not pay enough attention to him so he will say it again just so he can reject you. That's what an exceptional alpha would do. He is exceptionally good at gaming and studies though so he can not see why he should let this opportunity slip through his hands like sand.

You open the door with the help of keys while holding your bag in one hand and your cell phone in the other. Gen does not leave his seat to hold the door rather graces you a glance and goes back to whatever he is doing. 

“Yeah. I’ll definitely call you back, Hoshina-san.” you disconnect the call and Gen’s eyes are on you. He does not look away so you took it as a cue to explain something, anything. He just needs some info to be fed so that he does not start again. “Hoshina Soshiro is gonna be my supervisor if I get the job. The interview wasn’t so bad but I don’t wanna get my hopes up. He is one of the best and doing an internship under his guidance would be a great start. ”

“Stay away from that guy,” Gen grumbles looking back at his desk. It is unusually neat today. Not to mention his futon bed is folded and kept on his bed in a side enough that one can sleep peacefully without any problem. You would have said something to him if your attention did not keep faltering . . .Gen rolls his revolving chair in your direction, one of his legs is touching the wheels of the chair while the other is stretched creating a huge gap. His left-hand travels under his t-shirt and it hooks on his right shoulder.  "we should fuck," he declares, inept and inert.

"oh god! Not again" you let out a groan and sit on the bed near to you. Your head is in hands not because of what he said or what he did, not even because your patience is thinning with each tick of the clock enough to not to put up with this anymore but because of what is about to come out of his mouth the next.

"So, you heard me the first time ?" he barks while leaving his chair. You just wave your hand nonchalantly in a gesture to dismiss him but he locks his hands in his chest taking a stern stance in front of you.

You tilt up your head looking him in the eye, "You know Gen we shouldn't do this," your elbows rest on your thighs as you start to scratch your index finger with the other.

"don't you mean can't? you can't do this?" Is he serious? Isn’t he joking? Oh God. Why isn’t he joking like he generally does? Maybe a reaction would keep him quiet but what kind? A yes? A no? Or a laugh?

"you know better than others that I can fuck, literally too sometimes." You exclaim hoping to judge if this is really serious or just some sort of prank. If the latter, then it's not funny. If the former, then you might have to consider moving out. You get up from his bed to grab towels and bathroom needs."Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. Maybe I need to prove to someone that I'm an alpha." Gen regrets saying that. Your hands have stopped as you look at him which rarely happens. You never do one thing at a time. Fuck! You’re still looking at him. Gen unlocks one of his hands and scratches his jaw. 

"well, you chose a very wrong person to fuck, to prove then. I despise alphas. I would be much happier if you weren't one," That’s a little harsh, even from you. 

"as if a beta like you could get me hard." You keep the shampoo and conditioner bottle on the desk with much greater force than needed. Here it comes. . .Oh okay.

"Well, have you been with Beta before?" Gen tries to dodge the bullet because this is not the direction of conversation he wants to go. "that's exactly my point-" 

"an omega?" you pause and take a few steps towards him "An alpha?"  

“Wha—t? What’re — you talking — about?” Gen blabbers. He does not step away as you come closer but he has the urge to do so.

"god. Please find someone else to lose your virginity." You turn around the moment you finish deciphering his goal. Gen starts to growl underneath everything that comes out of his mouth now. "me being an alpha won't affect you being a beta if we were to fuck. and I don't wanna hurt an omega or alpha—His patience is thinning out too. This really isn’t the way he wanted this to go.

"But you'd hurt me?"

"That's not what I meant,"

"Are you a virgin, Gen Narumi?"

"Yes—I mean no." He glitches and now he can not look at you.

"Which is it?"

". . ." 

"I'm too tired to think about it now," you express with an exasperated sigh walking towards the bathroom.

"Is that a yes?"

"maybe be,"

"forget it." His tone is too sharp, demanding for someone who was begging you to fuck.

"What?" You stop before entering the bathroom and turn your head to him. "forget it" He repeats. You tilt your head, "But you just said. . ." you are starting to understand what this is really about. He does not want to fuck you neither want to lose his virginity or whatever he is trying to protect. It is his alpha ego acting up. He wants you to say yes so that he can reject you so that it strokes his alpha-nature. That’s it.

Your face distorts in disdain in his dense thought process.

Gen Narumi squints his eyes and then blinks. When he opens his eyes you are in front of him. You push him onto the nearest bed, your bed, and sit on his lap, legs folded and creating a dip on the mattress under the pressure of it, thighs grazing his pelvis.

"what're you doing?" Gen gasps as you let your palms touch his chest. He is gonna explode. His heart is beating so fast. You can feel it. Oh My God. You didn’t think this through.

"Well, let's see if a beta can get you hard or not." 

You undress your top. You are not an omega. There is no stench. But your scent is so muted that he has to either influence you to emit some or get closer to inhale. The first option is a no-no because he would not like to anger you while you are on his lap. So, he has to get closer. Wait, closer than this? The smell from that night threatens his senses and memory. Before the realization fully hits his brain, his hand moves in your direction but you stop him. Did you do something wrong? Both hands are now aligned with his. You notice how your hands are different from his. His fingers are rough and raw. Yours are at least, well-maintained. You slowly interlace his fingers with yours folding his hands at the back. He could easily swat you away but he is not doing that. You lean into his face and he does not move away so you take that as a yes to lick from his collarbones up to his chin and immediately pull away. 

Narumi’s eyes are closed, head still tilted. Without giving him a moment of reprieve you let your lips graze on his, just barely, and pull away just a little, wet yours and thereby skimming at his bottom lip in the process. He opens his eyes, slowly looks at you, and then your lips. He is breathing like a tired puppy. He inclines, perhaps for a kiss but you sway your head giving him access to the side of your neck. As you graze your cheek against his jaw, his hands that are still at the back are held by you but it is slowly getting lithe as you feel his lips on your shoulders, hot tongue on your skin, and then a sharp graze of his fang from your shoulder up to the back of your ear. You tip your head down for a moment feeling goosebumps arise on your skin barely allowing him any moments of reprieve, only permitting a rare moment to breathe. You watch Narumi intently, unafraid to make things awkward, but Narumi is too distracted by his inner crisis to notice the amused stare mere centimeters from his face; studying him.

The tip of your tongue curls slowly but forcefully, tracing the plump of your bottom lip before sliding across Gen’s own and trailing the roof of his mouth. Eyes watching intently. Controlled. Curious. Amused. But then you abruptly pull away, lips shiny and wet. Before Narumi can ask why, your lips curl in on themselves, hiding a smug smile. It looks like you can’t catch your breath — like if you do, you will erupt into laughter. But a lopsided grin finally breaks free, tugging at your lips, when your eyes flash down to Narumi’s torso and back up.

Narumi freezes, heart, hammering in his ribs.

He’s hard.

“That was fast,” You smirk — and you stand. “I’m going to shower now.” you release your grip from his hands and get off his lap.  Gen watches you go into the bathroom and looks down at his boner biting his bottom lip; a click of his tongue follows as he checks the time. It is too late to go out now.

when you come out of the shower he is not there. A part of you worries if he got into a fight or something or maybe he is with his big hot alpha friends bragging about how he turned you down. You hit the bed with a thud, exhaustion creeping up from your toe to head, slowly. You do not give a damn what he says about you to other alphas or anyone in general. A beta will always have to watch out for themselves. They can not rely upon anyone, not even their kind because most betas are dumb enough to mingle with alphas and get turned into omega with or without consent.

Look what fate landed upon your mother when she took an alpha as her mate. You let out a wry chuckle. Sleep seems like a foreign land somewhere in heaven.

[ two. ]

It has been two days since Narumi left. Some of his batchmates have started to ask you during recess and breaks between classes. You answered them the same thing every time. “I don’t know.” or “he didn’t tell me before going.” or “How should I know? I’m not his mate who can sense it. Go find his mate.” or “he didn’t take his phone. So I don’t know.” truly it had not bothered you until Professor Shinomiya showed up at your doorstep asking for his whereabouts. You politely and patiently answered him the same very thing that you have been telling anyone who asked about Narumi. For a hated unmated alpha he sure is popular.

On the third day, late at night, there is a knock on your door. You go and open without hesitation. Narumi enters wearing the same clothing he wore the last time you saw him, only a little fade. His hair is wet and it is not raining outside so he comes back after going missing for two days, freshly showered. Bloodshot eyes, hair messed up, and mayhem all over his body.

“Welcome back.” You say but Gen does not say anything but goes straight to his study desk. He has a test coming up. Professor Shinimiya said that so you would contact him if you had the means. Your day-to-day notebook is on his study table, under the stack of his books, and guess what? That is exactly what you need the most right now because without it you would not be able to work on your applications and resumes. It has all the details and info you. The moment you touch the stack of books, Narumi’s hands are over yours.

“Are you—-? Where were you ?” You ask and For the first time in your life, you feel that something inside you went missing. When did that happen?

Gen stands up but you do not scoot away as he closes the gap between him and you. That’s what he likes about you. You were never afraid of him. You never considered him as a threat like others. Now, that he is closer you can smell several mixes of strong musky aromas. It is odd. You have been close to him before, but never once knew his scent. Is he in a rut?  Or did something bad happen? Did he. . .? Was he attacked by a gang of omegas or alphas? It makes your stomach turn thinking about whatever the probable reason for such a state as his. 

“Oh? You can tell?” There is a few inches gap between his face and yours. His palm is still intact on yours. The grip is lithe yet you don’t move your hand away.

“Gen? What? OH. God.” You had to swallow since tears threatened your eyes. “Are you okay?” A trembling whisper is all it takes for him to finally say something.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“Just leave for a few days. Go to some friend’s house or something,” He is still sitting, his eyes are on the open book now but his hand is still over yours.

“Why? What did I do?” You ask trying to move away your hand but in a swift moment, he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer as he stands up. 

“I’m — in a rut. So, I need you to stay away from me.”

“But — I’m a beta. You don’t need to worry.”

That is funny. It is because of you that he is such a shipwreck now. It was your pheromones that fucked him up. It was you who calmed him with scents when he came home injured. It was you who had no control over pheromones when drunk. It was you all along and despite that, he can not bring himself to hate you. Why can’t he hate you when he wants to? He even took a whole bunch of suprresants before coming back here. Gen laughs at your naive sentiment so blaring that you take a few steps back but he yanks you back to himself, a little too forceful than he intended to be resulting in you on top of him sprawled on the cold floor.

“Ohh? Why do you think I rub my fangs against your neck? You don’t think I do that for fun, do you?” You are still trying to get away from his grip but he is strong. He is stronger than you have known all these two years. “Are you too dumb to know that if I bite and knot you enough times you will turn into an o—

Thwack!

Narumi’s head is tilted away from yours. The exposed side of his cheek is red, his ears are thrumming and he has to force himself to keep his eyes open. Fuck. You’re strong. That was one hell of a slap.

“I know that. I’ve known that all my life. You don’t need to tell me that,” you yell looking down at his t-shirt. A cry is at the brink when you see a few drops of water fall on his top.  You try your best not to fall apart in front of him but it is just too much. Hearing such a thing what your mother went through and then slowly becoming a victim of it is nothing but a slow poison. You refuse to live the life your mother led. You refuse to owe your existence to an alpha. 

Narumi’s lips form a crescent but it is quickly clouded when your body starts to shake. You cover your face as you start to crumble like Rome in front of him. 

Folding his legs he sits up. His hands rest on the floor to support himself as he whispers, “Hey, stop crying.”  His voice is calm, pupils back to normal, not red anymore. “Please” He insists. “I’d hate to use my pheromones on you, especially now” 

You slowly look up wiping off your tears with your hand.

“Tell me y/n have I ever used my pheromones on you?” 

“No. Never.” Your hands fall on his chest. “But I still hate you. Why would you say something like that?” You stifle a sob and continue. “I know. I’ve never opened up to you—-” Your voice turns up, anger laced underneath. “But never did you. You think I don’t know—- that alphas bully you? Oh please! I know better than anyone what an alpha’s beating looks like.” You inhale a long breath, “I mean I have known that my entire life. I’ve seen my mother all my life— and I can’t see someone else getting hurt because of me . . . your voice breaks into a cry again and you inhale so as not to cry anymore but what good that would do now that he has seen the core of vulnerability in you that was tucked inside carefully with layer upon layer.

“Well,” Narumi starts to speak. “Save me then. Save me from this torment.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Narumi jocks down to meet your gaze. “Be my God and I will be your devotee.”

You try to get on your feet. Gen’s eyes follow you, each of your movements until you are standing on your own. He is still sitting on the floor in the same stance, laid back and amused.  He is sure you will say no. He has done this before. Back then you thought he was speaking out of delirium but that night when you saved his life he felt like he found a God to worship. He remembers saying, “I think I love you, Y/N L/N.” and you scoffed at him saying in no world an alpha like you would feel that about a beta like you when there is a bevy of omegas around him.

“Okay.” You murmur.

Gen’s mouth is parted. His eyes are big in surprise. “But just so you know, I’m hard to please,” you mumble with a sniff getting out of the room to make a call.

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Hoshina knew better than to get romantically involved with a subordinate, but he sees you in a different light, the object of his desires.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Soshiro Hoshina (Kaiju No. 8)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4 k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Soshiro Hoshina x Fem!Reader. (SMUT). 𝖈𝖜: oral (fem receiving), minor impact play, dirty talk, praise, degradation, fingering.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This is a very late submission for the pixel-cafe's "Challenge Friday", and this challenge was music-themed! *ahem* shameless plug just in case anyone was thinking of joining. *ahem*. I had so much fun with this, I lucked out with one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite artists. So naturally I had to use it to try out a new character from a new fandom I'm so in love with him someone save me. Anywhosies, I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊. 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊,𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖊𝖉.

He knew he shouldn’t, knew that in this line of work romance should be off the table. Knew that at any moment either of you could killed in the line of duty. Feelings in your profession were thoughtless, illogical, and just downright stupid. Why would he put his heart into someone he could lose at any moment? Why would he jeopardize your heart in the event he was the one to meet his end. The idea of losing you alone already had a painful pinch blossoming in his chest, he knew he should stop this, but even he knew it was too late. Knew you both were long past the point, even if a heartbreak was temporary, you both cared for each other too much. Even if separated you both cared for each other too much to not be shattered by the loss of the other.

But those thoughts are quickly shoved to the wayside, thoughts like that had no room in his head, not when he felt your body on his. Not when the both of you snuck out of your rooms in the dead of night. Not when he shut the door to the library with your back, his mouth finding yours hungrily in a desperate kiss. And certainly not when he let out an arms to swipe the contents of a table, uncaring of the clatter of books falling to the ground. Pushing you to lay against the cool wood, hiking your thighs around his waist.

“So fucking beautiful.” His words are muffled against your lips, breathless, barely getting them out before he's claiming your lips once more. The kiss was a mess of tongues and clashing teeth, the both of you unfathomably filled with need. A magnetic pull drew you to each other, unable to be separated until you were both satiated. His lips trailed down the side of your face to your neck. Open-mouthed kisses left in their wake, sharp canines finally sinking into your tender flesh. He hadn’t realized how hard he had bitten down, not until the metallic taste filled his taste buds. His wet muscle swiping against your skin, a tender kiss almost an apology against the afflicted area. But he couldn’t deny the knowledge that he had left his mark on you didn’t send blood rushing to his cock. The thought of anyone who was suspicious that you were taken would now have confirmation.

“Fuck kitten, I need you.” His own voice sounded foreign to his own ears, the need-filled husk making it sound octaves deeper. Hands tugged desperately at each other’s clothing, the overwhelming need to feel each others skin was all-consuming. He needed a taste of you, his mouth going dry with the need to taste you on his tongue. He was grateful you had forgone sleep pants, clad only in an oversized tshirt, one that made it oh so easy to slide your panties down your thighs. He gripped the damp material, unable to stop himself from pressing the fabric to his nose. Eyes locked on yours as he inhaled, relishing in the way you looked away from him in embarrassment, your cheeks darkening with a flush. He lets out a long drawn-out sigh, pocketing the article of clothing for later. “God, kitten, smell so fucking good. Let's see if you taste even better yeah?”

His hand trails down your body, long fingers sliding between your folds, collecting your arousal. His lips leave yours, parting only to whisper “You’re this wet already? Is this for me, kitten?” He purrs needing to hear you say it. His eyes nearly roll back in his head as a delicious whine fills his ears. “Its for you Shiro, all for you.” Those words pull a malicious smirk onto his features, his other hand coming down against the plush skin of your ass in a harsh slap, his lips swallowing the gasp you let slip at the impact. Seizing this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth once more.

𝕴’𝖒 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖚𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊. 𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖇𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊.

His fingers glided against your clit, easily with the aid of your own slick arousal, rubbing tight circles before letting a finger slip past your entrance. Your warm velvety walls sucking in his finger, hugging the digit as if begging for more. He slides in another finger with ease, pulling from the kiss as he dropped to his knees before you. His eyes locked to where his fingers disappeared inside you, his heart racing in his chest. He leans back, admiring you being so exposed for him, hand pulling his fingers from your core, rearing back to slap your exposed cunt. You cry out, pain immediately being replaced with pleasure as he dives down, burying this face into your folds.

His nose bumps your clit as his tongue invades your entrance, curling inside you. He collects your juices on the wet muscle, withdrawing from inside you he pushes himself up. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, allowing your juices, mixed with his own saliva, to drip down on your neglected clit. You whine, the warmth contrasting to the cold of the room. You’re shaking, trying to hold the position he’s placed you in. “Shiro, please!” You cry, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. “What does my pretty kitten need, hmm?” he hums, lips curled into a malicious smirk “You know you need to use your words and ask your vice captain how he can service you angel.”

“Please Shiro need more, fingers, please fuck me with your fingers vice captain!” You cried out, voice laced with desperation, hips wiggling wantonly in search of any kind of friction to your throbbing clit. He grinned, pulling away to bite harshly on your thigh, his title moaned from your lips did something to him. “Now how could I say no to such a pretty request?” He coos before plunging two fingers back inside your cunt. His lips attach themselves to your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud, nipping occasionally as he eats your pussy with a deep seeded hunger. The way your walls clamped down on his fingers as they pumped inside of you let him know you were reaching your first orgasm of the evening. He curls the digits, focusing on that spongey spot that has your vision going white. His words spoken against your pussy as he speaks. “Go on kitten, cum for me, cum for your vice captain.”

His words are the anchor that sent you plummeting to your release, the coil tightening in the depths of your stomach, moments from snapping. “Shiro, please, fuck fuck fuck!” You can feel his lips curl into a grin against you, other hand coming up to pin your hips to the cool wood of the table. His fingers work in tandem with his tongue, the cold of his fingers perfectly contrasting with the warmth of his mouth. You were thrown over the edge, walls suffocating his digits as they spasmed around his fingers. Your hips bucking desperately against his face as you rode out your orgasm.

Coming down from your high, you catch your breath, your chest rising and falling heavily as he stands to his feet. Hoshina slips his fingers from inside of you, cradling your still-shaking form to his chest, running his fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture. Only to lean down, lips brushing the shell of your ear to whisper. “Well now that we’ve gotten our warmup all done, you ready for the main event kitten?” the fingers of his free hand deftly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. Quick to rub the head of his cock against your clit a few times before moving down to probe your entrance. Sure, rational thought would tell him that getting involved with you was a mistake. But, as he watched you writhe beneath him, looking up at him desperately through your lashes he couldn’t determine if you were born in hell or heaven-sent, but either way he was into it.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune. Character banner and writing by me. Tagging @pixelcafe-network.

[17020]

Soshiro Hoshina always thought of himself as an intermediary, forever fulfilling the duty of carving a path for someone else. When he found someone who was the one to love him for him—even offering a hand when he needed it most, he was estranged, yet ecstatic.

Which is why he found himself in the passenger seat of one of the JAKDF vans, his hand laying comfortably on top of yours as you grab the stick shift to switch gears.

His whole body is thrown back from the force, his head now leaning on the headrest. You mumble an apology, to which he simply chuckles and nods. The fact that you do your best to care for him makes up for the abrupt stops and fast paced turns.

“Soshi, m’dear, why don’t you drive?” you ask, to which he smiles. He’s utterly smitten with the way in which his dialect has now become part of your vocabulary.

“Well, angel, I just like the way ya drive” he shrugs. Your foot presses the accelerator even more, as Hoshina’s hand makes itself comfortable on top of your thigh.

“Even if i drive like a madman?”

He laughs, “That’s the best part of it, sweetheart. You’re savin’ me a lotta trouble.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s comment, the van thumping as it drove past a pothole. Your boyfriend’s laugh gets even louder as you swerve the wheel a tad too late.

“You find joy in my misery, Hoshina?”

“What? Ya talking to yourself, now?” he asks, noticing the way your body stiffens at his implications. “I find joy in your driving, m’dear.”

“Yeah, yeah” you shrug, “just say you wanna be babied, you princess.”

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[sutashii]

Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader AU, pt. 6

setting: now you’re the one who needs treatment after kaiju’s attack

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: not applicable, i’ve tried to reduce descriptions of injuries

notes: lol look how tables have turned. as always, this part can be read separately from others! there will be just a few hints from previous parts. and oops, a little bit of angst again, but everything will be okay.

tag section: @moon-cakiie

another parts of this AU: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 (current one)

Sacrifice

You were doing another part of your routine as a doctor and you were about to get ready for lunch when a sudden siren deafened you. For a moment you froze in surprise, because it was a general alarm, not a private one for the officers. This meant only one thing: another kaiju attack on the Defense Forces’ base was coming.

You buttoned your medical gown with a familiar movement and headed straight for the medical wards. The clear instructions given to the staff every three months were imprinted in your head, and you knew exactly what you had to do in such a situation. Put on a gas mask to protect against excess dust - check. Put on protective helmets and goggles - check. Instruct the patients on the nearest shelter - in progress. Entering the ward, you loudly recited the order of actions, and then asked the patients to follow you in formation. Many of them, as usual, were indignant and claimed that they would be of greatest use in battle. No one wanted to sit in shelter while their comrades fought on the battlefield. You understood this feeling perfectly well, but the protocol strictly stated that no patient could engage in combat for the entire time they were under medical observation, unless absolutely necessary. This rule was designed specifically to minimize casualties, since wounded officers had a higher chance of receiving new, even more serious wounds. You couldn't allow this to happen, so you carefully ensured that even the most ardent fighters followed you.

All you could do was continue down the corridor and go down a few floors to reach a fortified shelter. However, a sudden loud explosion deafened you all for a few seconds. You didn’t expect this coming at all, knowing perfectly that the walls of the Medical Unit were especially thick for safety purposes. But kaiju’s attack, it seemed, was so strong it actually broke the nearest wall, leaving you utterly unprepared. You all reflexively pressed yourself to the floor, covering your heads with your hands, and then, as the concrete dust settled slightly, you finally looked at the gaping hole in the side of the building.

The disfigured face of a kaiju was displayed before you.

Your breath caught in your throat from fear, and the seconds seemed to stop ticking. The kaiju let out a deafening roar that made your ears pop, and you knew you had to act quickly. In a loud, commanding voice, you ordered your assistant to lead the column of patients further down the corridor, to a safe place. To all his objections, you sternly said that this was your order as a superior, to which the assistant only gritted his teeth and led the column of patients deeper into the building, which, naturally, attracted the attention of the kaiju.

Long time ago, when you were still one of the rookies of the Defense Forces, such situations hardly forced you to think. You simply went into battle, seeing a target and not seeing obstacles, and destroyed that target together with the other members of the team. You only worried about how to protect your allies, how to cover their weak spots and how to strike the kaiju correctly and accurately. However, the situation was completely different now. You had not picked up a weapon for a long time, and there was simply nowhere for one to come from nearby. And in this situation, you needed to protect the same unarmed patients. Although they were skilled fighters, now, vulnerable due to injuries, they were no more useful than recruits.

Every second counted. You knew perfectly well that you were of little use without a weapon, but this kaiju still needed to be distracted somehow, to give the patients enough time to escape to a safer and more fortified part of the building, which was even more difficult to breach.

“Hey,” you called out to the kaiju. It slowly turned its reptilian head towards you, focusing all four of its eyes on you. This allowed the patients and staff to move unnoticed. As soon as the last of them disappeared down the hallway, you breathed a sigh of relief. Then you frowned again, feeling how sticky your palms were with sweat. It was too late to retreat. Once you were sure that the kaiju had turned its full attention to you, you hurried to hide behind the nearest wall, hoping that everything would go exactly as planned.

This part of the hallway was pretty empty, so you decided to challenge the kaiju. The medical wards were only on this floor, so you were pretty sure that all the patients had been evacuated already, and the fate of the medical equipment on the other floors was the least of your worries right now. The kaiju definitely couldn't be allowed into the other part of the building, and you decided that the best option in this situation would be to distract the kaiju and make it strike at the already empty part of the floor. Yes, it wasn't the best idea, especially considering how long it would take to rebuild the destroyed wards, but at the moment it was the best solution that could possibly come to mind.

Standing behind the wall, you frantically recalled the movements you had honed during mandatory medical training. The same protocols stated that medical personnel had to undergo physical assessments in case of force majeure, and now, facing danger, you were more grateful than ever for these quarterly checks.

The next second, as you expected, kaiju’s another strike hit the wall fragment you were standing behind. Your reaction speed did not fail you, and you managed to jump to the side in time, away from the fragments and the metal pins that fell from the ceiling. Another ball of concrete dust rose into the air, and it suddenly became clear to you where you had miscalculated your plan. The next strike did not take long to come, and now another part of the wall was smashed to pieces. This time you were no longer able to dodge, and the concrete fragments forcefully pushed you towards the opposite wall.

"This is bad," you thought, feeling your body ache in the chest area. Broken ribs, no doubt. At least nothing pierced your heart, you thought and coughed up a bloody cough. After all, long-term planning wasn't your best skill, you thought sarcastically and covered your head with your hands, meeting another kaiju’s blow to the outer wall.

Already losing consciousness from the pain, you hoarsely exhaled, buried under concrete slabs. This whole situation was oddly familiar to you, you thought with a part of your fading consciousness. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how the kaiju that attacked you was distracted by the officers of the Defense Forces who arrived in time. You smiled and, crossing your fingers, mentally prayed for the safety of the fighters.

And then there was nothing.

You always felt that “nothing” when you fell into a light sleep. Time seemed to slow down for you, and all you could see in front of you was emptiness. A viscous, heart-squeezing emptiness that left your mouth dry and your breath ragged. And only in the morning did time return to its usual rut, tearing you from the clutches of the abyss of your consciousness. This time, everything was a little different. You stood alone in the middle of emptiness, but you knew that there was someone else next to you. Someone who unobtrusively held your palm in theirs. Suddenly, a painfully familiar voice rang out, whispering “wake up.” Louder and louder, louder and louder, until finally this voice sounded in your head with a deafening ringing of ultrasound.

You opened your eyes with difficulty, and the bright light of a medical lamp hit them.

The heart monitor was beeping somewhere near you with a familiar intonation, and your nose immediately caught the smell of fresh bandages and liquid for sterilizing equipment. Apparently, you were in one of the spare medical wards. At least, you were alive.

"Oh my," you whispered and tried to take a deep breath, but coughed and squeezed something tightly in your hand.

Soshiro immediately jumped up from his chair and leaned towards you, still squeezing your hand tightly.

"Breathe with me," Soshiro took a short, shallow breath, and you followed his example. Then followed an equally shallow exhalation, and you felt the cough slowly recede. Only at this moment did you realize who was next to you, and you almost cried from the overwhelming emotions.

"It’s me who usually helps my patients," you quickly joked, so as not to actually shed a tear. At this, Soshiro looked at you with an extremely serious look, the pupils of his violet eyes dilated more than they should have been with fear.

"Were you even in your right mind when you decided to take such a risk?" he said in a stern voice, as if you were a naughty puppy. "Okonogi gave me the footage from the surveillance drones, and I saw your antics perfectly well. Why didn't you follow everyone else to the shelter?"

"Soshiro," you pressed your lips slightly, trying to cope with the approaching nausea. The memories of what happened would definitely become unforgettable for you in the near future. "I couldn't do otherwise, and you know it. Kaiju saw perfectly well where our guys were heading, and I couldn't let that monster even touch them."

"And so you decided that the best option was to voluntarily expose yourself to a collapse of concrete slabs?" Soshiro's voice was clearly shaking, either from indignation, or from excitement, or from both. Never before had you seen him so... scared.

"I was once an officer in the Defense Forces, too, if you remember," you said carefully, trying not to disturb the fractures in your ribcage with your rapid breathing. "I still remember what we were taught."

"That was a few years ago, [Y/N]," Soshiro said sternly, his gaze studying your face carefully. "A lot has changed since then."

You sighed heavily. As much as you didn't want to think about it, Soshiro was right. The days when you were one of the rookies were long gone, and it was time for you to stop being a hero. However, you couldn't do otherwise. You closed your eyes, counting your own pulse from the beeping of the heart monitor.

"Sorry," Soshiro sat back down in his chair and leaned his hands on your hospital bed. You opened your eyes again and for the first time, you seemed to see the dark circles under Soshiro's eyes. "I know you did everything you could. And even more: you’ve risked yourself to help others. You are a true hero."

"Says the one who literally risks himself on every mission," you smiled and touched Soshiro's cheek. With a gentle touch of your fingers, you traced a peculiar pattern on his skin, and he clung to you with tenderness and gratitude.

"You know, I think now I understand how you feel every time I go on a less than successful mission," Soshiro let out a small laugh that did not sound cheerful at all. You shook your head and chuckled.

"How long was I out?"

"Twenty-seven hours," Soshiro said clearly, not doubting his own calculations.

"And how many of those have you been here?" you asked sarcastically, actually feeling incredibly grateful that even at this moment, Soshiro was there.

"Twenty-five," Soshiro sighed, his voice weary. "And I'll spend the same amount more if it means you'll get better soon."

You smiled softly and brought Soshiro's hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his palm. You were happy that you survived. You were happy that Soshiro was there. The only thing that clouded your state was the realization that what happened was not without reason.

“I think it wasn’t a coincidence that the kaiju attacked our Medical Unit all of the sudden,” you said suddenly and thoughtfully, the details of that incident making a full picture now. “It’s located deep inside the base itself, and getting to us without going through all the other buildings is almost impossible. Unless they attack us deliberately.”

Soshiro’s look became serious in a second, and nodded, impressed by your observation.

“It looks like a planned scheme that would take everyone by surprise,” he noted and fell silent in thought. From Soshiro’s worried and thoughtful look, you understood that this incident would also go down in the piggy bank of sleepless nights filled with endless meetings of the higher ranks officers and planning of further actions.

“Soshiro, please take care of yourself,” you said with warmth and care in your voice. “I don’t know how much worse the situation on the battlefield will become, but it clearly won’t get any easier.”

"You're right," Soshiro said, carefully adjusting the blanket that had slipped off your chest. "I promise I'll be as careful as I can be given the circumstances."

You nodded in satisfaction and motioned for Soshiro to move closer. A small smile spread across his lips, and he did as you wished. You covered his lips with yours, and Soshiro's tiredness for a while seemed to fade into the background. He leaned towards you with a careful movement, stroking your hair tenderly. This kiss was somewhat crumpled due to the fact that you were having difficulties with breathing.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Since the start of the mission, the day before yesterday," Soshiro sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Captain Ashiro let me stay in your ward and temporarily took on more duties than usual."

"Ah, Captain Ashiro is the best," you sighed happily. Mina really was a miracle: in addition to her polished movements on the battlefield and her unbending character, she also possessed sensitivity and empathy. "You really should rest, Soshiro."

He looked at you and just shook his head. There was a playfulness in his gaze, despite his fatigue.

"Are you that eager to send me away?"

"Not at all," you huffed with a smile on your lips. You lightly patted your unwounded shoulder. "But if you don't want to leave, you can lean on me. You need to get some sleep anyways.*

Soshiro chuckled, but did not refuse the opportunity. He made sure that your shoulder really did not hurt, and carefully placed his head on it, closing his eyes. All the accumulated fatigue instantly fell on him, and sleep did not take long to come.

You treasured these moments deeply, feeling how valuable and important life is, especially when there is someone in it for whom you are ready to fight death again and again.