#we don't have handheld readers at restaurants

[incorrectbatfam]

Hey I love your content! I saw your one with culture shocks Alfred experienced and love it but I just have one question

Do they take your card in America??? Why would they do that? How does that work? I don't understand??

Anyways love your stuff!!

It's to copy your credit card info and commit identity theft

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Don't You Know This is a Date?!

Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Gen takes you on a date; you’re unaware that’s what’s going on until the end of the night!

Warnings: none

You were just about to file your last report of the day when you heard footsteps come up from behind you, whoever it was clearing their throat to get your attention. Turning around, you grinned when you saw who it was.

“Narumi! You’re always a face I look forward to seeing. How can I help?”

It never ceased to amaze you just how different Gen was off the battlefield versus on it. When he was fighting kaiju, he would be the most confident, cocky guy you’d ever known, always calm, cool, and collected. Now, however, in the depths of the First Division’s base, the disheveled, hoodie clad man standing before you was like a whole other person.

“L/n! I had a, uh… question… for you.”

You looked at him expectantly, his handheld video game console or phone nowhere to be found; that was the first strange thing about him. The second thing was how nervous he was acting.

“Gen? You alright? You look like you’re about to confess to a murder or something,” you joked, but he didn’t laugh so you tried not to either.

“I… waswonderingifyouwantedtogotodinnerwithme,” he blurted, talking so fast you could barely understand what he said.

“Dinner?” you asked, confirming that was correct. Indeed it was because he shook his head.

“Tonight?”

He gulped. “Yeah.”

“Of course. That sounds nice,” you replied happily, wondering why he was acting so weird about something so trivial. You often went to dinner with your peers and you were good friends with Gen so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. Even if you did harbor a secret crush on the handsome captain, going on a platonic outing like this was sure to be pleasant anyway.

“What time do you want to meet?” you wondered, prompting him to share more details.

“Oh! Right. I’ll meet you at your room at 7? Does that work?”

“It’s perfect. I’ll see you then.”

You sent Gen a blinding smile and he stood in a daze as he watched you get back to work. All of a sudden, the hood of his sweatshirt was being yanked back as he was dragged out to the hallway, sputtering from his sweatshirt almost choking him.

“Don’t you have work to do, Narumi?” fumed Vice Captain Hasegawa, releasing his hold on the man. “Stop ogling. You’re wasting time.”

“I wasn’t ogling! And even if I was, you don’t have to be so mean about it,” complained Gen as he walked away, nursing his minor injury.

“Young love makes me sick,” Hasegawa muttered.

7pm came and Gen was at your door right on time. He cleaned up well: his hair was lightly tamed, being the right amount of messy, he had changed from his sweatshirt into a nicer track jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and he was wearing a cologne that smelled outrageously delicious.

If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought we were going on a date!

“You look amazing,” he complimented as he led the way to the restaurant.

“So do you,” you replied kindly. You two fell into easy conversation as you always did and you arrived to the restaurant in no time. You thanked Gen as he held the door open for you and you were taken aback by the extravagant interior. Gen had chosen a very upscale restaurant!

“So this is where your salary disappears to every month?” you teased.

“Nope,” he responded, his red eyes catching the light of the chandelier above, giving them an ethereal glow. “I chose this place just for you.”

Just for me?

You shook off the warm, fuzzy feeling that sentence gave you. You knew he didn’t mean it in a romantic way; it had come up in many conversations that you were a foodie and liked to visit all types of establishments. He must’ve remembered that you hadn’t had the chance to eat at very many high end restaurants so that’s why he brought you here. You both ordered appetizers and entrees, sharing portions of your meals with each other, all while having a grand time, laughing and chatting nonstop. You denied getting dessert, knowing there was a great bakery down the street.

“You ready to go?” he asked, standing up from the booth across from you.

“We haven’t paid yet. I’m no dine and dasher, Narumi.”

“I already paid for us.”

You gasped. “Gen! Nuh uh, no way! That was way too expensive! Tell me how much I owe you.”

He crossed his arms defiantly. “Nope.”

“Gen. I’m serious.”

“Never gonna happen.”

You groaned, putting away your wallet. “I’m going to start shoving money under your door when you’re not looking.”

“Maybe then I could pay Shinomiya back,” he muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing! Time for dessert!”

You were able to get him back for dinner by paying for dessert, happily munching on your sweets together while walking down the street.

“Hey, I used to go to that arcade all the time!” you exclaimed as the light up sign shone bright in the dark of night. “Wanna play some games?”

“You read my mind,” said Gen, and you two ran inside.

You didn’t know how much of your paycheck you spent on tokens, you just knew that the past 4 hours were totally worth it. You and Gen had the absolute times of your lives, playing every game in the building at least twice. You especially loved playing the dancing game with him; he was extremely agile as his feet slammed each of the four squares in time to the music, hitting them perfectly almost every time. The claw games were also a source of entertainment for you both, angrily walking away and swearing you’d never try it again until the big plushie looked at you with its soulful eyes and convinced you to drop even more money trying your hand at grabbing it from the machine. Eventually, after many fails, you finally won and out dropped not one, but two, plushies. You excitedly hugged Gen at your success, relishing in the comfort of being in his arms if only for a few seconds. You happily gave him the other plushie and went back to playing more games, your heart bursting with elation. The arcade employees eventually had to kick you out since they were closing and you decided it was best that you went back home. As you walked to base, Gen right next to you, you wished that you could do this with him more often. Though, you really hoped that next time it could be in more of a romantic capacity.

“So… did ya have fun?” Gen asked, his hands in his pockets as he walked you to your room.

“I always have a fun time with you, Gen, tonight was no different,” you told him with a smile.

“Good. Yeah. That’s good.”

You walked in a comfortable silence until you finally came upon your door and you turned to him, making your plushie wave at him with its little stuffed arm.

“Thanks again for a great night. We should totally do this again sometime!” you exclaimed, the doorknob twisting under your grip. “See you tomorrow!”

“Wait!”

Gen lunged forward before you could disappear into your room, grabbing your hand. In an instant, he closed the gap between you and placed a kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. You stood there, dumbfounded at what just happened, your fingertips resting on where his mouth was mere moments ago.

“What… what was that for?”

Gen was sporting a deep blush as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s what people do at the end of dates, right?”

Now it was your turn to blush, shock written all over your face. “That was a date? You asked me out and didn’t even tell me?”

“Huh?!” Gen was just as confused as you were. “I asked if you wanted to go to dinner! That’s a date activity, everyone knows that!”

“Apparently not everyone,” you replied indignantly. “I go to dinner with other division members all the time.”

His jaw dropped. “You mean you’ve been going on other dates? Don’t tell me you’ve been sharing plushies with them too!” He quickly stood up straight, practically puffing his chest. “Alright, who’s my competition? I can guarantee I’m better than them in every way.”

You burst out laughing, causing Gen to deflate, his shoulders slightly drooping in the wake of you finding amusement in his actions.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you said. “No, I haven’t been on other dates, they were all dinners between friends. Like what I thought we were doing.” He went to speak up again but you put your hand up, effectively quieting him. “But I’m glad it wasn’t. I’ve liked you for a long time so this works out in my favor.”

He raised his eyebrows playfully. “So can I take you on another actual date then?”

“I would love that.”

“Me too.” Gen exhaled a sigh of relief before smiling and nodding at you. “Have a good night, y/n.”

As he stepped away, it was you who was overtaken by a surge of confidence this time.

“Gen?” you called out, getting his attention. “Let me show you one more thing people do at the end of dates.”

You quickly broke the distance between the two of you, your lips landing on his own. After his initial shock wore off, his hands found their way to your body, resting on your hips while yours were buried in his two toned hair. You opened your mouth a little more and he followed suit, tongues now dancing together as he pulled you in even closer, his hold on you unrelenting. You had lost track of time, too busy kissing Gen and never wanting it to end, but you knew you needed air so you unwillingly parted from his swollen lips, leaving both of you panting from your impromptu make out session in the First Division hallway. Your foreheads leaned against one another as you tried to catch your breath, Gen smirking at you.

“You’ll definitely have to buy me dinner after that.”