Hands off the vice captain
Soshiro hoshina x reader with no filter
The first thing everyone in the Third Division learned about you?
You absolutely did not care.
And unfortunately for Soshiro Hoshina, Vice-Captain of the Defense Force and certified menace with a blade, you were particularly vocal when it came to people forgetting you were standing right there.
Tonight was supposed to be simple. A small post-mission gathering. Casual. Civil. Safe.
You were standing beside Soshiro, fingers hooked lazily into the fabric of his uniform sleeve while he chatted with a few officers from another division. You werenβt even jealous. Not at first.
One of the visiting officers β pretty, polished, confident β laughed a little too brightly and placed her hand on Soshiroβs arm.
Soshiro kept talking like he hadnβt noticed.
You smiled sweetly. βWow,β you cut in smoothly, tilting your head. βThatβs crazy.β
The officer looked at you, surprised. βSorry?β
βI just didnβt realize this was a petting zoo,β you continued casually. βDo you usually touch things that arenβt yours in public or is this a special event thing?β
Someone choked on their drink.
Soshiro closed his eyes for half a second.
The officer stiffened. βI was justββ
βJust what?β you asked brightly. βTesting the fabric quality? I promise itβs durable. Iβve grabbed it plenty.β
The one Soshiro knew meant he had approximately five seconds before you escalated further.
βAlright,β he muttered under his breath.
But the officer, unfortunately, decided to poke back. βVice-Captain Hoshina doesnβt seem to mind.β
You let go of his sleeve.
Soshiro felt the shift immediately.
You stepped closer to her, smile unwavering. βHe doesnβt mind because heβs polite. Iβm not.β
βSoshiro,β she tried, ignoring you now. βMaybe you shouldββ
Your hand shot out and firmly but dramatically slid her hand off his arm.
βMaybe you should develop spatial awareness,β you said flatly. βIβm literally right here.β
βOkay! Thatβs enough!β
In one swift motion, Soshiro stepped forward, hooked an arm around your waist, and hoisted you clean off the ground.
You yelped. βSoshiro?!β
βApologies,β he said smoothly to the stunned group, already walking away. βShe gets territorial.β
βI get territorial?!β you repeated, upside down as he threw you fully over his shoulder this time. βShe was pawing at you like a clearance sale!β
Someone snorted behind you.
Soshiroβs hand settled firmly against the back of your thigh to keep you steady as he made his escape down the corridor.
βYou cannot say things like that,β he muttered.
βI can and I will,β you shot back. βDid you see her hand? It lingered.β
βYou called it a petting zoo.β
He finally set you down once you were safely outside and away from witnesses. You immediately smoothed your clothes like nothing had happened.
βYou embarrassed me,β he said, though his tone lacked any real bite.
Because you werenβt wrong.
You crossed your arms. βI donβt like when people act like Iβm invisible.β
That was the real reason. Not jealousy. Not insecurity.
You had never been subtle about claiming what was yours β and more importantly, about not letting people disregard you.
Soshiro stepped closer, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. βI know.β
You huffed. βNext time Iβm biting someone.β
βYou are not biting anyone.β
You opened your mouth again β clearly preparing to launch into another argument about βjustified defensive bitingβ β
One hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb warm against your skin, while his lips pressed softly against yours β firm enough to steal your words but gentle enough to melt the tension right out of you.
Your sentence dissolved into a muffled noise.
For once⦠you were quiet.
When he pulled back just slightly, your eyes were wide.
βYou were about to say something worse,β he murmured, forehead resting against yours.
ββ¦I was building a very strong case,β you protested weakly.
Just enough to make your knees go a little unsteady.
βYou,β he said softly, brushing his thumb along your jaw, βare impossible.β
You tried to look annoyed.
ββ¦She still shouldnβt have touched you.β
His smile turned fond. βAnd I still only want you.β
All the sharp edges you carried for him softened instantly.
You grumbled, but your hands slid up to grip the front of his uniform anyway, tugging him closer.
βFor the record,β you muttered, βif someone touches you like that again, Iβm starting a war.β
A quiet chuckle left him.
βThatβs exactly why I had to remove you.β
βYou didnβt have to throw me over your shoulder!β
βYou were escalating.β
βYou were about to challenge her bloodline.β
You gasped. βYou donβt know that.β
ββ¦Okay maybe a little.β
He leaned down, pressing one last warm kiss to your forehead this time β lingering, reassuring.
βI appreciate the loyalty,β he said quietly.
βBut next time,β he added, lips ghosting near yours again, βIβll handle it before you declare open combat in the hallway.β
You narrowed your eyes playfully. βFine. But if someone ignores me again, Iβm choosing violence.β
βYou are choosing silence.β
He sighed β fond, amused, completely smitten.
You might have had no filter.
You might have had a sharp tongue and zero patience.
He kind of liked that no one ever had to wonder where you stood.
Even if it meant occasionally carrying you out of a roomβ¦
And kissing you quiet before you started a war.
