#space battleship yamato x reader

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Close Encounters

Description: Daisuke has never had victory ripped so suddenly from him before.

Fandom: Starblazers/Space Battlehship Yamato


Pairing: 
Daisuke Shima (Mark Venture)/Reader

Word Count: 
1.9k+

Warning(s): None.

“I can’t believe we lost the entire third bridge!”

“Wasn’t (L/N) sent down there today?”

Daisuke has never had victory ripped so suddenly from him before.

His heart leaps in his chest. His thoughts screech to an abrupt halt. “What?!” he shouts, looking wildly around for the officer who’d spoken. He is gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly his gloves creak. 

There is an energy in his muscles, one that winds and winds and winds, the tension stretching in him like an elastic band in preparation for… Something. It’s an animal reaction, one that he can’t suppress at the thought of you in danger. 

“Well, go on, Shima!” Kodai shouts, startling Daisuke enough that he leaps from his chair and bolts across the bridge to the elevator. He barely manages to prevent himself from running into the elevator doors, and once inside, he cracks a button in his desperation to get to the lower decks.

As the elevator moves, he grips the railing to keep himself from pacing and he thinks of Gamalon; of the sulfur sea, of how it corroded the metal of the ship within minutes - had they suffered casualties? He was too focused on piloting the ship through the strange, underground airspace to hear anything else being said on the bridge. 

What if you’re injured? What if you’re truly gone, along with the third bridge? What then? What would he do then? 

You still haven’t returned to your home, shown him the pines and the aquamarine lake you dream of, of the rolling fog you wax poetic about, of the dew and the rain and the ocean full of rusting, hulking freighters - you’d promised you’d take him to see it. What would he do if you never get the chance to take him there? If he never quit the game in time to just tell you how he feels?

It is hard to breathe and his chest is burning with panic unknown to him. He thinks of your face and cannot imagine a world without it.

The elevator opens to the lower decks in chaos. Crewmen in orange are rushing about sealing corrosion damage off, quieting hissing pipes, and shouting at fritzing communication panels. The air is heavy and muggy, like a windless, summer afternoon from childhood. 

Daisuke rushes out into the confusion, not sure where to look, but looking nonetheless. There is a long line of crewmen standing against the wall farther along the hallway, clutching their sides, slumped or sitting on the floor - obviously injured. Daisuke approaches them swiftly, eyes flitting over each of their faces, desperate to see yours, and then he finds you standing in a crowd of crewmen waiting to be treated for acid burns, directing the flow. 

Your face is dotted with sweat, smudged with grease, and smoke stains the white of your uniform. Daisuke rushes towards you, and his voice is torn from his chest as he shouts. “(L/N)!” 

“Shima!” You whip around to face him, raw relief written over your features as you hurry over to him. He slows when he nears, then says, “fuck it,” and grabs your face, intent on kissing you before he realizes with a start what he’s doing and stops himself.

“Can I kiss you?” he rushes out, suddenly finding himself resisting the urge to tear his hands from you in shame, his voice loud from how nervous he is. 

You don’t respond, just stare, wide-eyed, up at him. His ears are full of cotton and his depth of field drops off. There is a cut on your forehead, bleeding red; your lips part when you suck in a sharp, surprised breath.

Sometimes Daisuke feels like you’re a cloud of smoke he’s trying to contain with just his bare hands; the idea of you slipping through his fingers whenever he tries to hold on. Other times, he’s sure you’d rather be at his side than anywhere else, and the thought fills him with such pride and joy his chest feels about to explode.

Before he can say or do anything else, you grab the collar of his uniform and press your lips against his. Your face is frazzled, and a wild blush craws up his cheeks when he feels your hot breath on his skin. 

It feels like everything he thought it would and more, to have you in his arms. The kiss is something desperate, your arms wind around his neck, he feels nails drag lightly across the skin of his scalp, and the more you pull him towards you, the less he wants to resist this feeling anymore. 

He cranes his neck to lessen the height difference and kisses you more firmly, to try and tell you without words what he is feeling in this very moment - relief; joy; great, unbridled affection. He wants to tell you everything he feels for you, how long he’s felt it and why. Your lips part and glide against his and he never wants to stop kissing you.

He maybe forgets a bit where he is, but so do you. Daisuke takes a step forward, bending over you and you take a step back, pulling him closer by his shoulders. He doesn’t think about much except for how to press his lips against yours, how to move, how to never let you out of his sight again.

You make a sound that’s muffled by his mouth, something small, a promise of more, it is like a hook in his stomach. Heat floods his body - and then you both pull away from the kiss when you hear the wolf whistles of the crew.

“I-” Daisuke looks around, mortified, and tries to step away, to put the proper distance between the two of you, but your hold on his collar quickly moves to his arms to keep him close. He locks eyes with you in a panic, and finds you’re beaming up at him.

You let out a disbelieving laugh, mouth in an open smile as you stare up at him, and that’s what does him in. There is clapping, hooting and hollering, and he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head to your shoulder, hiding away his face as you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to comfort. You continue to laugh, though, the distinct tone of victory flavouring your voice, and even still, he wants more of you.

He groans, embarrassment clawing at his chest. He’s supposed to be cool and collected, he’s the goddamn executive officer of the whole navigational division, the main helmsman of the ship, he isn’t supposed to be like this. He isn’t supposed to do this.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into your shoulder, and you laugh harder, then brace your hands on his chest to push him back, so you can see his face. 

“I’m not!” you say happily, peering at him with such lovely eyes. 

Daisuke is a bright, cherry, stop-light red, looking from you to the small crowd that’s gathered around the show. Then he remembers he left his post. “I have to get back to the bridge!” he shouts suddenly, jumping away from you.

You balk at him. “You left while still on duty? You’re the helmsman!” Daisuke is already running past you and down the hall. “Shima, you drive the ship!”

“We’ll talk later, alright?” he shouts over his shoulder, calling out from the end of the hallway as he presses the elevator call button, urging it arrive faster by tapping his foot. You run to catch up with him just as one arrives, and then he steps inside.

“Yea! Of course! Later, Shim-” the elevator doors shut before you can finish your goodbye. 

He goes through a slew of emotions on the short trip back; from jumping for joy at your reciprocation of his feelings, to burying his face in his hands at how his declaration had been in front of so many people. Heat returns to his face when he thinks of how attractive you’d been, of how into the kiss he was. Then he feels horror creep over him when he remembers how he’d ran before you could finish what you were saying. Was that rude? Would you be upset with him?

He shamefully steps back onto the bridge and thanks whatever higher power there is that Captain Avatar wasn’t on there to witness his unprofessionalism, but soon finds that every bridge officer is giving him such smug, knowing looks - he’d rather face the captain’s wrath than this.

Kodai has the smuggest face of them all, he’s wearing a wide smile and has his eyebrows tauntingly raised. Nova is grinning happily at Daisuke in support of his romance, Aihara is smirking at the communications station like it’s just told him an inappropriate joke, but the worst - the absolute worst of them - is Sanada, who is grinning straight at him, like he’s an older brother proud of his younger brother’s first girlfriend. 

Daisuke shudders and resolves to never give Jiro that look. Or maybe he should out of dedication to some centuries-old rite of passage.

He does the walk of shame to his post, all the while dreading any sort of acknowledgement of what he’d just done. He’s just waiting, still waiting, for the comment he knows is coming because Kodai is giving him the look he gives someone when he’s just won an argument - and Daisuke knows whatever it is that’s about to come out of Kodai’s mouth is going to send him into cardiac arrest. 

The teasing doesn’t come until he reaches his chair. He’s just barely set his hand on the back of it to swivel it around and take a seat when Kodai snorts. 

“So, how’d it go-”

“Don’t even start with me, Kodai,” Daisuke interrupts with the line he’d prepared, putting on a mask of indifference and intolerance of mischief. It’s the person he wishes he was, the person he projects when he’s tasked with responsibility. He sits down fully and pretends to be dignified, busying himself with taking unnecessary readings on the console in an effort to dissuade Kodai from continuing.

This does not work.

“Yea? Or what?” Kodai swivels his chair around. Daisuke makes the mistake of looking over and finds that he’s slouched completely, with his arms smuggly crossed over his chest. “You’ll tell (L/N)?” 

Daisuke flinches at the mention of you, and goes silent and beet red. Memory of what happened comes rushing to the forefront of his mind: the feeling of your hair tickling the strip of skin revealed by the back of his glove, the smooth skin of your cheek brushing his, your wet lips pressed against his, the barrier of your teeth, the dip of your waist, the way you - 

“I see how it is,” Kodai says, facing forward again. “Did you at least tell our deputy communication’s officer that you’re head over heels in love-”

“Kodai!” Daisuke hisses. He is uncomfortably aware of every other crew member in the room pretending to not be able to hear their conversation while at the same time, very obviously eavesdropping. That damn Aihara is the worst. He’s staring strictly away from them while tilting his head in their direction, ear like a satellite disc.

“What? It’s true isn’t it?” 

Daisuke whips his head back around and hunches over the console to try and will the blush from his face. “You’re impossible,” he grumbles, and Kodai laughs, then sits up in the chair. 

“Yea, well, you’re welcome, anyways.” 

Daisuke permits himself a small smile and concedes that Kodai does in fact deserve a thank you, not that he’ll get one.

Masterlist in Desc.

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FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: March 2017

One day before the main area of this year's Anime Japan opened for general visitors, March 24, I again visited the Akihabara town in Tokyo for a routine photo report for the CR News readers. Check out the latest anime/game street ads from the "Mecca of Otaku" below.

  *all of the photos were taken by Mikikazu Komatsu on March 24, 2017 

In the front of the JR Akihabara station (Denkigai-guchi)

    Atre Akihabara Station building is now collaborating with the "ACCA: 13-Territory Inspection Dept." anime series.

    SEGA Akihabara is now holding a campaign for the release of the Sword Art Online The Movie: Ordinal Scale

film and has opened a collaboration cafe with Fate/Grand Order. 

  Akihabara Radio Kaikan

  "Sister Princess" 15th anniversary Blu-ray box 

  "Lycee Overture Ver.Fate/Grand Order" trading card game

  Gamers Akihabara store, Card Kingdom Akihabara store

  "BanG Dream!"

  "Interviews with Monster Girls" DVD/Blu-ray volume 1

  "BanG Dream!" announces the Budokan concert on August 21

  Volks Akihabara Hobby Tengoku

  "KonoSuba: God’s Blessing on this Wonderful World!" exhibition was scheduled to begin from the next day, March 25.

  SEGA amusement store, Melon Books Akihabara store

  "AKIBA'S TRIP -THE ANIMATION-" Blu-ray box

  ALTER: "Cecil Aijima" (Uta no Prince-sama) figure

  "Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend" TV anime 2nd season

  "Star-Mu" TV anime 2nd season

  "Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga" DVD/Blu-ray volume 1

  Akiba Sofmap 1st store 

  "Sword Oratoria"

  "Space Battleship Yamato 2202"

  Toranoana Akihabara store B: "Nana Mizuki Live Park" DVD/Blu-ray

  "Masamune-kun's Revenge" DVD/Blu-ray

  "KonoSuba: God’s Blessing on this Wonderful World! 2" DVD/Blu-ray

    Animate Akihabara store

  FOVE x "Sword Art Online"

  Kotobukiya Akihabara store

  TV anime "The Idolm@ster SideM"

  FUJI "CR Aria The Scarlet Ammo II" 

         Archive:

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FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: May 2012

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: August 2012

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: October 2012

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: November 2012

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: December 2012

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: March 2013

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: April 2013

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: May 2013

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FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: December 2013

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: March 2014

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: August 2014

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: October 2014

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: December 2014

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: March 2015

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: August 2015

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: October 2015

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: December 2015

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: January 2016

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FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: May 2016

FEATURE: Anime/Game Street Ads in Akihabara: August 2016 

  By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com

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A Fool For You

Description: Daisuke follows you out into the wilds of a strange, snowy planet without question.

Fandom: 
Star Blazers/Space Battleship Yamato

Pairing: 
Daisuke Shima (Mark Venture)/Reader

Word Count: 
2.6k+

Warning(s): None.

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      There’s something about trying to mold yourself into a perfect, responsible officer that makes a person act out in strange ways. Daisuke is well aware of this strange phenomenon, even though no one seems to want to talk about. It’s why CEOs and generals have strange fetishes; it’s why public figures are caught up in outrageous drug scandals; it’s why Kodai takes any dare he’s challenged to; and it’s why Daisuke always finds himself following faithfully along with his friend, entertaining whatever stupid thought that worms it’s way into his head. It’s why college students party and blue-collar workers drink. It’s why Daisuke loses all sense and reason when confronted by a pretty face.

But he doesn’t think about any of that as he rushes to pull on his spacesuit along with the other men in the locker room. No one is bothering with modesty today as they all stand out in the open in their underwear, individually fighting with the tough material of their suits. Excited chattering is broken up with hearty laughter and even a few swears as someone stumbles and falls into a locker with a clang. Kodai is already securing his helmet and urgently hurrying Daisuke along, inching closer to the exit with every second that passes.

This is only the second time the Yamato’s crew has seen snow since the Earth’s surface became unlivable, and the mood aboard the battleship is eclectic and electric. Everyone not essential for repairs is rushing out of the ship wearing their air-tight suits and carrying their replenishable oxygen supply to revel in the rare occurrence, like children flocking to the un-plowed streets on a snow day.

It’s their one chance to act out, and so they do.

The ramp leading up to the hanger is lowered and slick underfoot. Daisuke imagines that the air is cold, as he stares up at the strange weather pouring from a cloudless sky, but he can’t feel it through his suit. It’s better this way, though, because he can stare up at this planet’s lackluster atmosphere, straight at the starry sky, and almost imagine that it’s only sunset on Earth, and that’s why the sky is lilac and the snow is a faint, off-color, rather than the reality implying an emergency stop on an alien planet. 

Then you come rushing past him and Eager with a long, thin board held tight under your arm. You don’t pause for a single moment as you leap from the ship into the knee-deep powder and begin forging a trail towards a hill, just a ways away. 

“Hey, (L/N)!” Kodai calls out to you as you trudge past him. 

“Hey!” you twist your upper body around to give him a big wave, then continue to force your way through the snow, your pace slowed significantly by the depth, but not losing an ounce of eagerness.

“I wonder where they’re going…” Kodai murmurs as Daisuke and Eager approach him. Kodai stares after you for long enough that Conroy grows bored of waiting and chucks a snowball straight at his superior’s helmet. 

“Hey!” 

Daisuke ignores the scuffle and continues to watch your disappearing figure. He revels in any amount of time spent near you, and the urge to follow you like a lost puppy mounts. 

“I hope they don’t go far…” Nova says, and suddenly Daisuke is worried as well. It’s not safe for you to go off on your own. You really should be with someone. In fact, it’s standard protocol for someone leaving the ship to always have a partner within earshot. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to you.

“I think they’ve got a snowboard,” Eager mentions beside Daisuke, and he quickly realizes that his friend might be right.

Kodai shakes the snow off his helmet and snorts. “Yea, and I think Shima wants to go find out what our deputy communications officer is up to…” 

“I - Kodai!” Daisuke shouts, glancing to make sure you’re out of earshot, then paling when he realizes you’re already a ways out into the snowfield. “You better watch it.” He points back threateningly at his friend, trying to tell Kodai with his eyes to drop the subject because this is something he really doesn’t want to joke around about.

Kodai only rolls his eyes. “Yea, and you better hurry because they’re getting away.” 

“What?” Daisuke looks back in your direction to find your figure disappearing around a bluff he didn’t know was there. Thoughts of you getting stuck in a snowdrift, or being stolen by some crazed native species they didn’t know about cloud his thoughts.

“Go on, Shima.” Nova urges, and he jumps into action, uncoordinated as he slogs after you, stepping in your footsteps, moving at pace like a man on a mission. It’d be easier if he didn’t sink farther than you did every step, significantly slowing him down. 

“Yea-ha!” Kodai jeers, and Daisuke makes a rude gesture, then keeps going, ignoring the teasing in favor of finding out what you’re doing and making sure you’re safe while doing it. 

He fights through the snow until he rounds the bluff you’d disappeared behind, and spots you again, this time climbing a steep hill with the board held behind your back as you march towards the peak. 

“Hey!” He shouts, but his helmet muffles his voice and your sense of hearing. He tries to jog for an embarrassing moment, but his movements are too slowed down, muscles screaming from the effort, and so he stops. 

He’s panting, staring hopelessly after you as you grow farther and farther away. A sense of hopelessness tries to tie his limbs down as he thinks about how you always feel so out of reach, even when you’re standing right next to him, and then he sighs, shakes the thoughts out of his head and buckles down. Moving at his own pace, he begins to carefully pick his way across the field, traversing the path you left. When he grows tired, he ducks his head down and continues to trudge through the snow. It reminds him of his days as a cadet, running laps in the dark, standing out in the cold for hours doing drills.

He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, and stares up at the planet’s strange sky. His helmet begins to fog up where his breath hits it. His arms are supporting him with his hands on his hips, back bowed backwards, and then he looks back at you, somehow amazingly far up the tall hill and still going. 

He stands straight, wishing he could wipe the sweat off his forehead, but not able to due to his helmet, and then you turn around and stick your snowboard into the snow. He stares, wondering if you see him, and watches as you turn to face him. He thinks you’re looking straight at him, but can’t tell if you recognize him, and then you raise your hand and wave to him. 

Immediately, whatever exhaustion he was feeling leaves him. He waves back, and then you bring both hands to your visor, in front of your mouth, and throw them out like you’re blowing him a huge kiss. His cheeks heat up, hurt from the achy smile that’s grown on his face, and he shakes his head, then looks back down at his feet to continue slogging his way towards you. 

Every once in a while, he glances up at you as he assumes you catch your breath. Sometimes staring up at the sky, laying back in the snow, sometimes watching him, other times fiddling with your snowboard. He pushes himself to reach the base of the hill, and when he does, he pauses to look up at you. 

You’re strapping yourself into the board, fiddling with the bindings, doing whatever you do, and then you roll over onto your stomach and push yourself up into a standing position. He decides to pause and watch as you bend your knees into an athletic position, then slowly tip the nose of your board down the hill. You pick up speed slowly, and make it a couple feet before you snowball into the snow, falling face first in the powder. 

Daisuke can’t help but jump and utter an ‘ouch’ in sympathy. You shake yourself off, sit up, look at him, and raise your fist in the air like you’re declaring a victory. He laughs under his breath, hesitates for a moment, then belatedly raises his fist in reply. 

You roll over again, push yourself up, regain your stance, then lean back so the nose of the board is out of the powder, and begin to go down the hill again, this time with more control. He watches with amazement as you curve turns left, then right, floating down the hill at speed, and then when you hit a little drift, you even pop into the air for a second before landing with a little swerve, and then you’re rushing towards him. 

He laughs as you fly past, whooping for joy, then glide to a stop, snow flying everywhere. The sudden stop has you throwing your weight back onto your heels, and then you fall back in a heap. He can still hear you laughing to yourself as you stare up at the sky. 

Then you sit up and pull your boots out of the bindings, then stand up, hoist the board up, and stumble your way through the knee-deep snow towards him. 

“What do you think? Am I the first human to snowboard outside our galaxy?” 

Daisuke laughs. “Maybe.” 

You smile wide up at him, then trudge over to stand closer to him. “I was so bummed I missed the snow on Mars. I really wanted to snowboard, but they were using the itemizer for repairs. It took a while to get my request through, and then we stopped here, can you believe it?!” You pause and swing the board around so it’s stuck in the snow and you’re pressing your chest against it. “What do you say, wanna give it a try?”

You’re staring up at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that he’s sure is unintentional. The smart thing to say would be no, because he doesn’t want to look like a fool in front of you, he wants you to think he’s cool, calm, collected and suave. Instead, he says, “I’ve never done it before.” like that’d somehow deter you. 

“I’ll teach you,” you insist, voice gaining an affectionate quality to it that has his cheeks heating up. He hopes you can’t tell through his visor.

You wait for his response coyly, and again, the correct answer would be no. Because he has to impress you, not the other way around, but he’s blustering out a ‘yea, okay, sure!’ before he knows what he’s doing, ready to cater to your whims, and so he finds himself trailing after you up the hill, trying to hide how hard he’s breathing, while you easily explain to him the basic concepts of snowboarding, most of which seem to exist for the sole reason of avoiding the same thing: falling on your face. 

“So in powder, you really wanna, kinda, lean back to keep the tip of the board out of the snow, otherwise you’ll fall on your face, but you also have to lean on your front foot to swing your back foot around to turn, so you just have to feel it out and stay balanced.” 

“Okay,” Daisuke nods, the pit of worry in his stomach growing deeper the higher up he follows you. 

“You gotta bend your knees, and keep your weight over the board, otherwise you’ll fall.” 

“Okay.”

His gaze trails down your back until he finds himself staring at your feet, and the way you effortlessly seem to be able to hike this hill like it’s nothing, while he’s tripping nearly every other step. He realizes too late that he’s missed more of your explanation, and wonders if it’s important. “-But basically, don’t catch an edge or you can really hurt yourself.”

“Uh- Okay.” 

“You’ll be fine.” 

“Okay.” 

“This spot’s probably good. It’s pretty mellow - like a bunny slope.” 

“Okay.” 

“Don’t worry. The snow’s pretty slow, but it’s heavy.” 

What does that even MEAN?

Daisuke feels like a child, having you strap him onto the board, kneeling in front of him the way a mother ties her child’s shoes. And then you stund and shuffle a foot down the slope to give him some space. “Now roll over and try to stand.” 

You made flipping over look like a practiced breakdance move. He’s caught off guard by the weight of the board, and it takes him a couple tries to pull his feet over. He attempts to stand, the board slippery under his feet. 

“That’s it! Just lean forward-”

“SHIt!” he slips an inch down the slope, tries to catch himself with his right foot, only to realize that it’s strapped down, and then he’s flailing his arms as he falls backwards down the hill. 

He grunts as he hits the snow, the powder keeping him in place. He’s lying upside down with the top of his head towards the bottom of the slope, staring confused at the sky. There’s snow on his visor, sweat wetting the hair on his forehead, and he takes a moment to wonder why in the hell he’s here, snowboarding in another galaxy when he never even wanted to go to space as a child and has never snowboarded in his entire life.

“Oh my fucking god!” you start to laugh. Oh. That’s why he’s here. “I’m sorry!” you squeal, and he hears the sound of snow being compacted as you shuffle over to him. He’s still lying upside down, facing the sky when your head pokes into view. You stop laughing for a moment when he doesn’t move. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” 

He sighs - “No -” and is more than a little upset at himself for making himself look like such a fool in front of you. He stays where he is for a moment, then tries to push himself up, only to slip farther down the slope, right towards you. “Oh! Watch out!”

“Oof!” you make a noise as you fall down, him virtually in your lap, his face so close to yours, and he feels even more embarrassed, tangled up and helpless, and then you start laughing real hard, your heart out, clutching at the sides of his helmet. He doesn’t find this funny, feeling embarrassed and annoyed at himself, uncomfortable, frustrated, but he still has half the mind to wonder what it would feel like to have you this close to him without a spacesuit between you. 

“Well,” he grumbles, “maybe my pride’s a little hurt.” 

Your laughter dies down eventually, and you sniff. “Oh, shut up.” you mutter, splaying your hand over his visor, right above his face. “You did fine.” 

“I fell over immediately.” he grumps. 

You pull your hand away, then drop your head down so your visor clacks against his. “So does everyone else.” His eyes widen, mouth parting in shock, and you stare down at him with such a steady expression, though this close he can see the way your eyes dart over his face, not seemingly able to still, and then your eyes meet his and he can’t say anything. “Now come on.” you manage with some effort to push yourself up and stand. “Try at least one more time?” 

“Yea,” Daisuke says quietly, still caught up in how close your face had been to his, the way you cradled his helmet, the look in your eye. “Fine.” 

He doesn’t find it inside him to beat himself up over how willing he is to drop everything and follow you wherever you go, or how much he’s a fool for you. Not when you reward him with moments like those.

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Masterlist in blog desc.

[applsauss]

Romantic

Description: Romantic: consisting of or resembling a romance; idealistic, imaginative, marked by emotional appeal; a romantic person. Romantic, the word saturates Daisuke’s existence.

Fandom: 
Star Blazers/Space Battleship Yamato

Pairing: Daisuke Shima (Mark Venture)/Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning(s): None

A/N: I don’t know if there’s a fandom for this but I just love Mark Venture so goddamn much. I listened to ‘Space Song’ by Beach House while writing this.

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      Daisuke has never been one to feel romantic, to have his brain fuzz down until the only thoughts he can process are emotions. He can count on one hand the number of times he’s ever gotten truly carried away, and most of them have happened on the Yamato’s bridge: After a battle, after a warp, after something momentous, causing him to leap up and grapple with the person next to him - usually Kodai - shouting with joy, a wide grin on his face as he turns himself over to the relief of surviving for another day.

Daisuke has never been one to feel romantic, he’s always just felt like himself. He had a girlfriend once, but broke up with her after a month because he felt like she was prying too much into his personal business. Kodai had choked on his laughter when Daisuke confessed his reasoning while they were still in school - and Daisuke has never been one to feel romantic, he was under the impression that moments like in the old movies where the Earth was still full and beautiful didn’t exist. 

He didn’t think that light could fall so perfectly and hair could look so soft or a face could be so inviting. He didn’t think that a person could meet another’s gaze so softly, didn’t think people really flirted by sly innuendo, by trading compliments and grazing fingertips across bare skin, but they do, apparently, and he does, apparently, and so do you.

“And you do that for fun?” Daisuke asks with a warm chuckle, allowing himself to openly stare at your face for as long as he wants because he’s drunk off the warmth in his chest and if he’s not insane, then you really are flirting with him and he really should play this game with you for as long as he possibly can.

You laugh with him, a cute expression on your face as you meet his gaze, unwavering, like you know something he doesn’t, but are willing to let him in on the secret. He doesn’t mind the expression at all, revels in it, in fact. 

“We should go sometime.” You smile, then look back out the window to stargaze. “When we get back, I mean. I’ll take you to the peak, we can go at your pace,” you say wistfully, “I’m sure the hike would still be worth it, even if all the vegetation’s burnt off. The lake was beautiful.”

You’d been telling him about your favourite hike near your home; just two short miles with an elevation gain of over two-thousand feet - a piece of cake, you’d described it as. 

“I’d kill for some fresh air anyways,” you say.

You play this game with him often. You regail him with some outrageous story of an athletic feat - usually to do with hiking or snowboarding, sometimes swimming - and then once he expresses the proper wonder and disbelief, you suggest he go with you next time, like you really mean to show him your home, one of the last places on Earth to be destroyed by planet bombs. He’d been living without the sun for six years before your family had been forced to relocate. There’s a smidge of jealousy in that thought.

“I wouldn’t make it halfway,” Daisuke counters, voice so smooth it nearly startles him. His eyes dart down to your hips when you sway closer to him, and he sucks his cheek between his teeth to try and ignore the way satisfaction blooms in his chest. 

“But you’re a military jock, aren’t you?” You nudge him with your elbow and tilt your head back to stare up at him. He bites his cheek harder. 

Most people are shorter than him, you’re no exception, and he’s never thought much about his height except for the passing smugness he feels when Kodai has to glare up at him until now. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the way you stare up at him through your eyelashes. He’s unfamiliar with the masculine sort of pride pooling in the bottom of his stomach.

You’re alone with him on the observation deck, leaning against the railing and watching the stars pass by the Yamato, and the darkness creates an atmosphere he’s never quite experienced so strongly before. 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Dude!” You laugh, “You’re fit. I’m sure you’d be fine.

Daisuke snorts in surprise. “Oh, I’m fit, am I?”

You laugh again, an almost embarrassed expression on your face, maybe even a blush, but he can’t tell because of the damp lighting. “Sure,” you say, “I mean, I see you at the gym all the time.” 

Oh, Daisuke is well aware that you see him often at the gym. He sees you often as well, and he’s not so shameless as to stare, but he’d have to be blind to not notice the way the muscles in your core tense when you do pull-ups, or the way your thighs contract when you do squats. Everyone aboard the Yamato has a required exercise regiment to keep their bodies in working order, but yours is the only one he’s interested in.

He’s caught your gaze in the mirror more than a couple times, and at first, he was mortified at being discovered, but after he mentioned it to Kodai, who suggested that it must mean you were looking at him as well, he grew a little confident. Maybe he would even, at times, get carried away trying to impress you with the number of chest presses he could do in a row.

You give a big yawn, covering your mouth with your palm, and the sound you make strikes a chord in Daisuke. “Jeez. I’m tired. It’s way past my bedtime, you know.” 

Daisuke rolls his eyes. Your ridiculous sleeping schedule is already a hot topic of conversation within your friend group. “I know. Then go off to bed, now. Like an old man.” 

You snort and smack his chest lightly with the back of your hand. “Shut up.” Then take a step back and look him up and down with a slight smile playing at your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shima.” 

“Yea,” he says mildly as you turn and walk away, distracted by thoughts of how much better his first name would sound coming from your lips and what it would feel like to kiss you. “Good night.” 

You don’t take whatever emotion he’s feeling with you when you exit the observation deck. Instead, whatever it is you’ve stirred up in him, soft affection, the excitement that comes along with trying something new, determination to win your heart, lingers as he does, staring at the doorway you disappeared through. And then he casts his gaze out into the infinite field of stars stretching out along the Yamato. 

He leans forward over the railing, then cranes his head towards the back of the ship, in the direction he figures Earth is. A sense of longing builds up in his chest for his home. He wrings his hands together, and notes that they’re clammy. He can’t tell if it’s from talking to you or the sudden bout home-sickness as he thinks about his home the way it used to be and all there is to save. 

He wonders how his parents are doing, if his brother is behaving and doing well in school. Jiro doesn’t even remember the feeling of the sun on his skin, how could a child deserve a life like that? 

A burning sense of injustice takes up residence in his chest the more he thinks about the way the Earth used to be. All his memories of green are faint and barely his own; He was so young when the planet bombs first hit Okinawa. He only remembers humid air; A town with hot summers and mild winters. He remembers lying like a starfish on the living room floor with his friend as they let the fan blow cool air over them. He remembers a suburb with leafy trees and all sorts of bugs crawling up salty, sweaty legs. 

It was nothing like the home you’d described to him, a forest of pines and a cold, rocky ocean traversed by freighters. You’d told him about the way a local dock smells and how smooth lake water is to the touch; What fog feels like on the skin and the way foghorns bounce around in your head. It’s strange, how both his home and yours exist on the same planet. How now, he also longs for a home that he’s only visited through your words, but it is home nonetheless.

Earth is red now, like a desert, and that’s the only way he’s ever seen it in the flesh. It’s all that exists now. 

In old textbooks, it was described as the green planet. He wonders if one day, he’ll get to see it live up to its name from space. He wonders if you’d get to see it too, standing next to him after all of this is miraculously over. If there’d ever be a quiet moment where the two of you might be together to reflect on all of this. 

It’s a romantic thought. He lets himself keep it because when he’s faced with the end, he knows he’ll need it.

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