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They don't know 'bout us

⋆˚꩜｡pairings: min yoongi x choreographer!fem!reader (no usage of y/n)

⋆˚꩜｡summary: when bts' album 'arirang' drops, yoongi brings back his talk show 'suchwita'. to celebrate their comeback after 4 years, he decides to invite one of bts' choreographers since their debut, as his first guest. this awaited episode causes fans to speculate that maybe min yoongi and you are something more than coworkers.

⋆˚꩜｡tags: reader is 2 years older than yoongi (YYYEESSS NOONA READERRRR), reader has a low alcohol tolerance, shy yoongi hehehe, YOONGI WITH GLASSES AND SHORT HAIR, drinking duhh (its suchwita cmon), alot of teasing nd flirting, min-ceo of hajima-yoongi, fake screenshots at the end, might be cringe bc of some of the korean words i added in here

⋆˚꩜｡w/c: 6k (20 minutes)

⋆˚꩜｡a/n: lol stream arirang ive been dreaming about writing this ever since this album came out and im finally writing about it 🥹🖤

the camera points to the suchwita set, visually the same save for the higher budget for props. the table is empty, its own host nowhere to be seen. through the screen, the audience is confused.

until they hear him.

"ah, suchwita," yoongi steps into frame with his tablet of information and sits on his designated chair. the crew from behind the cameras applaud loudly, causing the host to widen his eyes before hiding his face behind the tablet.

"yah, hajima, hajima!" yoongi swats at the camera and the crew erupts in laughter. his accent coming out roughly as he waves off the crew. his professional expression returns to finally start off his show again.

"it's been so long, did you miss me?" yoongi smiles towards his specific camera, "because I know i've missed being here. by the time this comes out, bts' new album 'arirang' will be released, so please give it a lot of love, because we all worked very hard on it." he unfolds the tablet to hold itself up on the table.

"now, before we introduce our first guest after bts' comeback, i'd like to say how this person has helped to shape bts to what it is now, and has been a constant ever since our debut."

"yah, just introduce me already!" a blurry shot of your figure can be seen covering your face in embarrassment at the amount of praise you're getting. yoongi laughs, hand on his stomach before turning back to his tablet.

"okay, okay," he scrolls up to glance at your information, "today's guest," yoongi smiles as he reads your name, his eyes flicking up to meet yours momentarily before focusing back on the tablet.

“a well-known global choreographer who has been one of the main choreographers for bts ever since their debut." yoongi gasps dramatically as if he were reading this information for the first time.

flashes of your practice videos show up on the screen; one of you teaching bts the choreography for the chorus of mic drop, then one of you guiding an american singer, then a picture of you together with bts during their final practice before their military service, suspiciously close to yoongi.

yoongi's eyes glance over your small note and he chuckles before even properly reading it.

“i've been wanting to be on suchwita ever since yoongi wanted to do it, but he said that me booking a table before the rest of his members would seem like favouritism.” he laughs again before standing up and inviting you to enter the frame.

smoothing out your outfit with your hand and holding your bag full of drinks with the other, you entered with an amused smile, walking over to your seat that's across from yoongi. you set your bag down, but you and yoongi stay standing.

without a second thought, you walk over to hug yoongi, which he happily reciprocates. yoongi momentarily stops himself a little before smiling at you as the two of you pull away.

videos of the boy group learning choreography from you pop up again, this time its a video of you laughing at the maknae line's antics as they crowd around the hyung line and spin around them as the hyungs take five.

the two of you pull apart and take your respective seats, “yoongi-ah, it's about time you have me on this show.”

yoongi smiles, “noona,” he tests the word. you chuckle slightly, a little caught off guard, “your appearance on suchwita has been held off for quite a while.”

“gee, I wonder why,” you rolled your eyes playfully, earning that gummy smile from yoongi again that you adore.

“you've been quite busy since our military service, isn't that right?” he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. you nod with a smile, “yeah, i've gained a name internationally and during your guys’ temporary absence, i've had the pleasure of choreographing for other famous names in the industry,” you cross your legs as you explained with a proud smile, nervously adjusting your hair as you did so.

as you speak, the screen displays names of the artists that you've worked with, both in korea and overseas as well. the list of names is quite long, despite you only being away from bts for only a few years.

“ah, so you forgot about us? you have a different favourite group now?” yoongi leans his head on his hand, a smug smile on his face as you scoff, almost offended.

"please, you know no one could ever replace you guys for me. you're just too unforgettable." you chuckle softly, causing yoongi to cough, awkwardly looking away at your comment.

"right, so—" yoongi clears his throat to prepare for his next few sentences, "i'd just like to thank you for everything you've done for bts. people don't know this but you've been with us for very long and were always there every step of the way, even coming to our shows and polishing our choreographies for stage rehearsals."

"people also don't know that you've also helped with some of our solo career choreographies," he continued, which causes you to smile.

"um— just yours, actually."

yoongi freezes a little before smiling, looking at the floor for a little before looking back at you, "right, just mine."

pictures of you and yoongi pop up on the screen as he says this; one of you on stage telling him where to stand, one of the two of you in the studio, and another studio picture but it's one of you, watching as yoongi rehearsed the choreography in front of you.

"what im trying to say is, we all looked up to you because you're very hardworking. even for our new songs coming out, you've been working very hard on those too."

your ears turn a slight shade of red, and you notice yoongi's do too. "aish, min yoongi!" you stand up abruptly, turning to the crew, "yah, the show hasn't even started and already he's flustering me! and i haven't even had anything to drink yet!"

"hey! noona, sit down!" yoongi laughs, covering his face with his hands. you cross your arms and begrudgingly sit back down, "...can i introduce my drink now?"

yoongi turns to the camera, "yes, you can. we brought back my favourite part of suchwita, where guests bring their own drinks, usually alcohol. per noona's demand, we have some korean fried chicken to eat with your drink choice," yoongi says as the camera cuts to the table full of food from your favourite korean fried chicken place.

with help from yoongi, you both made quick work to unpack the two bottles of soju, a bottle of beer, a whole eight pack of yakult and two chilsung ciders.

"so, i brought all the things to make a yogurt soju," you smiled at the ingredients, cracking open the cold chilsung ciders as yoongi unwrapped the packs of yakult.

"yogurt soju is actually the first drink i shared with yoongi. I made it for him, that and somaek (soju+beer), which is why I also brought some beer just in case you wanted somaek instead." you smiled sheepishly as you unscrewed the soju bottles.

"why did you bring so much? you know that you're a lightweight, noona," yoongi practically complains, sighing frustratedly. you shrugged with a dorky smile, "oh, c'mon, i only brought enough for me to get tipsy at most."

yoongi rolls his eyes with a smile, remembering when you two shared a yogurt soju.

—

at first, you were super shy, not even really bothering to speak to them unless you were spoken to and to just teach them the dance and move on with your day. you had just started working with them, so you couldn't expect much.

until one day, hobi came up to you to compliment your dance and teaching style, saying your instructions were straightforward and simple enough for everyone to get it.

jungkook was quick to agree, and suddenly all of them were crowded around you, calling you 'noona' without hesitation.

slowly and surely, you began getting comfortable with everyone. gathering input from jimin and hobi, sometimes driving jungkook to school together with the hyungs and during promotions, you'd stick around to chat with the boys that hadn't taken pictures yet.

"yoongi-ah!" the 23 year old you called out to the freshly 21 year old yoongi. you had only been with the boys for about a year at this point, still trying to see if you could land a permanent job as their choreographer.

it was the weekend, and you had invited the hyung line over for drinks. during a conversation with yoongi, you had come to realise that the two of you hadn't drank together before, which was weird since the two of you had begun to get close.

"yes?" yoongi practically ran over as soon as you called his name, and you passed him the yogurt soju, "you up for a drink?"

"oh— um..." he shyly scratches the back of his neck and you clocked his sentence immediately. although yoongi was 21 in korean age, he still didn't have that much time to drink since he had to balance his idol life too, which made his tolerance pretty low, "ah, right! don't worry, there's like barely any soju in here. but you don't have to drink it if you don't want to, no pressure." you smiled softly, and yoongi's heart skips a beat.

he glances at namjoon, who seems to be just taking shots of soju with jin, while hobi simply nurses a beer. you, on the other hand, have another yogurt soju on the table for yourself.

with a little hesitation, he takes the drink from your hands and takes a sip, and you're right, it just tastes like yakult and chilsung. and it's pretty good.

throughout the rest of the night, yoongi tries to add a little more alcohol each time, trying not to overdo it. he even tried soju and beer together, since that was what you had moved onto drinking.

and ever since then, he never turned down any of your invitations to drink together.

—

"here, noona, let me help you make yours," yoongi stands up to help you, and you shake your head, "ah, no. it's okay, you don't have to—" your attempts to reach over to stop yoongi end when he gently grips your wrist, "yah, just let me do it."

you sigh, knowing that there's no changing his mind. you roll your eyes with a smile, "how's it like coming back to suchwita? must be surreal right?"

"that and bts as a whole, actually," yoongi fills both of your cups with ice. you smile as he makes your drinks for you. he makes quick work to pour the soju about halfway into the cups, then some yakult, and then finally the chilsung to top it off.

"the promotions have been pretty hectic. actually, everything has been pretty hectic; if i were to be honest," he sighs in frustration, and you smile sadly.

"I don't know how you manage to keep up with such cramped schedules," you tilted your head towards him as yoongi hands you your drink.

"yeah, well," yoongi glances up from his drink to make eye contact with you, "I have people that help me get through it," he smiles, before looking away. and suddenly to him the fried chicken on the table looks very interesting.

"ah, really? these people sound special." you tease as you hold up your cup, waiting for yoongi to cheers you. he shyly meets your eyes, "sure are."

clink!

—

"so," yoongi starts off as he places a few pieces of chicken onto your own plate as you help to take off the top of the chicken radish container, "when you started working with us, you weren't really a talkative person, right?"

"yeah, that's right," you chuckled a little, crossing your legs as you adjusted your sitting position, "it was a little after your debut when i was hired, and i didn't know anyone."

"i really hated meeting new people. i still do, but that's not the point," you shrugged with a smile. yoongi laughs, as if a memory suddenly popped up in his head. you tilted your head with a grin, "why?"

"i remember that everyone was insanely intimidated by you; even jin hyung, and he's only a year younger than you," yoongi says before taking a bite of the chicken that you helped to put on his plate. you gasped, "no they weren't!"

"seriously! everyone," yoongi deadpanned to the camera, "during the first few weeks of our debut, noona would come into the big hit studio with a black cap and sweat suits every single practice. it was terrifying. it was our first time seeing such a professional."

"it wasn't that bad," you thought over it again while chewing on a piece of chicken, "...okay well, when you combine that and the 'only-giving-you-guys-instructions-and-not-talking', I can maybe see what you guys mean."

"like i said," yoongi smiled smugly, "terrifying."

you rolled your eyes playfully, "yeah, yeah."

—

clink!

and there goes two shots of straight soju. you hold the bottle up to read the flavour that you honestly didn't care to look at when you bought it, "oh, this flavour is pretty good, no?"

"can we continue with the interview questions now? or are you planning to inhale that whole bottle?" yoongi winces with his head tilted, causing you to chuckle, "right, sorry. continue."

"anyways," yoongi passes a piece of chicken towards you since he had noticed that your plate was empty, "i've always wanted to ask this question, actually."

"oh, really?" you tilted your head with a smile, "and what question is that?"

"do you ever get tired of seeing the same seven people?" yoongi crosses his arms, almost proud of the question that he had thought of. you laughed loudly, covering your mouth as you did so.

"wow, you really—do you want me to answer this honestly?" you raised an eyebrow as you took a bite of your chicken.

"of course, that's what this show is for!" yoongi looks around at the crew with his arms open. you smile at his actions, before humming in thought as you chose your next words.

"promise you won't be offended?" you held up your pinky towards him, wiggling your finger with a teasing grin. yoongi raises an eyebrow in speculation, glancing at the cameras as if to ask the audience 'you seeing this?'.

hesitantly, yoongi inches closer to the table and interlocks his pinky with yours, "yeah, yeah. promise."

you chuckle, "alright, to be completely honest," you look around at the crew, who seemed just as interested in your answer as yoongi is, "...after a few years into my job, sometimes—yeah, i was a little tired of your guy's bickering. you guys were all stubborn in your own ways."

"yah..." yoongi smirks at the camera, a little shocked that you actually provided an honest answer.

"but," you continued, catching the attention of everyone in the room, "it wasn't tiring because it was the same seven people."

"then?" yoongi asks with a slight confused frown. you smile a little, knowing what words you wanted to say next.

"it was because it was you seven," you chuckled, "anyone who deals with you guys knows how tiring it gets when all of you are in the same room."

the crew members laugh, some of them nodding intensely while the rest state that they agree with you. yoongi pouts a little at the sudden noise, facing the staff that all seemed to take your side.

"so you do get tired, is what you're saying?" yoongi asks as you refill his drink with a smile on your face.

"i didn't say that." yoongi tilts his head in confusion.

"you said sometimes."

"well, yeah. i get tired of the bickering," you reached for your yogurt soju, "not the people." you took a sip from your glass with a satisfied smile.

the staff members chuckle, some of them giving small wow's at your answer.

yoongi stays silent, a little shocked at your words. then, when he realises the cameras are still rolling, he clears his throat.

"that's...a good answer. everyone, we have a dangerous guest here." yoongi grins as he gains a couple of laughs from the crew behind the cameras. you smile a little, "thank you, yoon."

"oh," yoongi is a little flustered at the nickname you had so easily called him in front of the cameras. this is how yoongi could tell you were starting to get a little tipsy. the crew gives a couple of aww's, flustering yoongi even more.

"right let's um—let's continue with the questions."

—

"noona?" yoongi calls out. no answer. he tilts his head in confusion. he sighs.

yoongi then calls out your name softly, raising his hand in front of you, and that seems to do the trick.

"hm?" you blink rapidly out of your trance and realise that yoongi is waving his hand in front of you. shit, did you just zone out on camera? god, you didn't remember your tolerance being this low.

you smile sheepishly, "sorry, what did you say?" you scratched your neck, feeling a little awkward. yoongi just smiles and waves it off, "yah, don't be sorry. I was just asking you a question and i lost you a little there," he chuckled slightly.

"ah really? what was the question?" in your peripheral vision, you noticed some of the crew members moving around a lot, most likely trying to get comfortable.

"well, the question was—and this is a brutal one, but which bts member is the best dancer? and a bonus one, who do you love hanging out with the most?"

you practically went silent. your eyes widened as you looked to the cameras in disbelief, "what?" you laughed a little at the question.

"hey," yoongi raised his hands in mock surrender, "these questions were the only ones provided by the staff. just saying," he smiles, still interested in your answer.

you shook your head with a smile, "these questions are mean, yoon." yoongi laughs while taking a sip from his drink, "don't hate the player, hate the game."

at his comment, you groaned before trying to think of an answer. your mind went through all seven members before one of the staff members temporarily pauses the shoot.

"ah, sorry," one of the managers raises their hand behind the camera, which catches the attention of both you and yoongi, "but can we fix your guys' mics? it's cutting off a little bit."

you and yoongi share a glance of confusion before you nodded, "oh, yeah. of course, no worries." you stood up, lifting your top ever so slightly so that the staff could adjust your mic pack. yoongi did the same, both of you awkwardly facing your backs to the camera.

while looking around to admire the new set, yoongi aims an 'off-camera' question to you.

"do you wanna come with me to the music video shoot tomorrow?" he tilts his head towards you, but doesn't fully turn to you. you open your mouth to answer before you looked at him, amused.

"yoon, im your choreographer. i'll be there anyways." you smiled after watching yoongi process what you had just said and scratched his neck awkwardly, "oh...right."

"we can go together, though. i mean—i have to be there way earlier than you, but—"

"i don't mind. let's go together," yoongi smiles at you and you return it, before you switch to a small frown, "um, does fixing the mic pack usually take this long?"

you turn around and practically yelped, because the staff member that was fixing your mic pack had suddenly been replaced with jungkook, who had just let go of your microphone's wire with a laugh.

"noona!" jungkook exclaimed, opening his arms to engulf you in a hug. you pat his back a couple of times, still a little confused.

your eyes drift over to yoongi, who is currently trying to escape the grasp of taehyung and jimin while namjoon, jin and hobi are waving at you with big smiles.

"yah, hajima!" you heard yoongi shout out as he continued to fend off the two maknaes. you laugh a little before letting go of jungkook, "guys, that's enough."

jimin and taehyung pause before coming over to your side of the table to greet you. yoongi looks at everyone in confusion, "what are you guys doing here?"

"we're here to hang out with you guys!" jungkook smiles widely as namjoon comes over to give you a hug as well. yoongi simply frowns, "andwae."

"c'mon hyung," namjoon defends as he stands next to you, "it's your first suchwita shoot since the military! and noona is the special guest, we should all eat and drink together!"

yoongi glances at the staff, "is this why you guys ordered so much chicken?" a couple of cheeky nods from behind the camera caused him to sigh.

the staff members came out from behind the cameras to pass more bottles of alcohol to jin and hobi, who place the bottles on the table.

you smile at yoongi, "sounds fun, right?"

yoongi sighs defeatedly, "...fine, you guys can stay." the members cheered, each of them taking chairs to sit around the table.

—

on your side of the table was the maknae line, while namjoon, hobi and jin sat by yoongi.

"uwah, you guys even have your makeup done," you examined jimin, noticing the slightest bit of foundation.

"of course we have to look good for your suchwita debut, noona." jin teases with a grin, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

"oh, what question were the two of you on?" hobi asks as he adjusts himself in his seat. the maknae line that are on your side of the table make quick work to give food and make drinks for the other six members.

"ah, right. the question full of evil intentions," you chuckled a little as you met yoongi's eyes after your comment. his eyes instantly crinkle, displaying his own defensive expression while smiling.

"aigo, it wasn't evil!" yoongi breaks the eye contact to face the camera so that they could see his frown. he sighs, "it was a question about who's the best dancer out of the seven of us."

once yoongi explained what the question was, all eyes were on you and all the boys (except for yoongi) exclaimed their own renditions of 'huh?!'.

"geurae? noona, it's me right?" jimin points to himself, leaning towards you with what can only be described as sparkles in his eyes. you open your mouth to answer but taehyung shoves jimin a little in offense, "aniya, it's me. she loves teaching me the most."

jungkook shakes his head furiously, "hah, as if!" the three continue to bicker and your eyes meet yoongi's mischievous ones, and you mouth 'see? evil.'

you stop the boys from going for each other's throats, chuckling a little, "i think all of you guys are great dancers," you paused a little.

"however...i think we all know that hobi is basically your guys' choreographer at this point, so that answers yoongi's question." you shrugged while the maknae line groaned. the hyung line simply chuckled and hobi shyly thanked you, not expecting such a straightforward answer.

"and what about the bonus question?" yoongi grinned, tilting his head as you glared playfully at him. the other members seemed to perk up again.

"bonus question?" namjoon asked, looking in between the both of you to try and get an answer. you sighed, "who i love hanging out with the most."

"yah, that's such an easy one!" hobi laughed as you said the question out loud. jin and jungkook shared a teasing glance.

"we all know the answer is suga-hyung!" jungkook chuckled, nudging you in the shoulder. you laughed nervously, covering your face with your hands as the rest of the boys agreed loudly.

yoongi winced at the camera before crossing his arms and chuckling to himself. his eyes rested on you, who is still embarrassed by the teasing from the other members.

slowly, you lifted your head up to face the staff, "we're cutting this part out, right?" a couple of unsure shrugs from behind the camera causes you to sigh before locking eyes with yoongi.

"i mean—" yoongi grins.

"no." you glared. "they're not wrong," yoongi finished, which had all of the members laughing, some of them clapping when yoongi admitted it. you sighed, shaking your head with a smile.

"okay, let's make it fair and rephrase the question," taehyung announced to the whole group, gaining a couple of confused looks, "noona, who do you love hanging out with the most besides suga-hyung?"

"ah, daebak." namjoon gives taehyung a thumbs up while the rest await your answer. you think about it for a moment before smiling a little.

"i'm actually close to all of you, so it's hard to pick just one member. but recently, i've been hanging out with jin more often." you glanced at jin who smiled softly, "ah, that's true."

the other members nodded, some of them going 'ahh' after hearing your answer.

"oh, noona. you're really good at this interview thing," jimin's eyes widened a little before he started snacking on the food on his plate. you smiled, "ah, it's nothing. i had a lot of experience from working overseas."

"yeah. noona's english is better than namjoon's at this point." hobi teased. you held your hands up defensively, "oh—i don't know about that."

"it's actually true. i've had a few conversations with her in english and she's way more fluent than i am." namjoon explained to the rest of the group, shocked at your fluency.

"ah, thank you, joonie. that means a lot," you nodded shyly. yoongi smiled softly at your response to namjoon's compliment.

"okay, before we wrap things up," yoongi straightened his back, turning on his host voice, "noona, would you like to say anything to the viewers watching?"

"oh! um..." you fidgeted with your fingers a little before looking directly into your camera, "give these boys a lot of support for their new album! they've been working very hard and they deserve it. stream 'arirang' on any music platform." you give your camera two thumbs up and a small smile.

yoongi chuckles a little at how adorable you look, before being nudged by namjoon, "let's toast one last drink together before we wrap up!"

everyone held up their glasses in the middle. "okay! uri maknae, give us something to toast to!" namjoon exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh.

"here's to the first comeback episode of suchwita, and to noona for making sure that all of us do our best for our tour!" jungkook practically yelled out his cheers, laughing while doing so.

"geonbae!" all of you clinked your glasses together and enjoyed the last on-camera drink of the shoot.

the director says 'cut!' and yoongi gets up from his seat to start thanking everyone for their hard work. you follow suit, thanking everyone for having you on set.

you and yoongi are the first to get your mics off, making small talk while doing so, before you walk up to the rest of the members, "hey, guys. me and yoon are gonna go home first. we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?"

"ah, noona! can i hangout at your place?" jungkook perks up and raises his hand, which you find endearing.

"what? why?" yoongi walks up next to you, leaning towards you slightly. jungkook shrugs with a slight pout, "just 'cause?"

"me too! i wanna hang out!" jimin hops next to jungkook with his hand up, imitating what jungkook was doing a couple moments ago. "i wanna hang out too!" taehyung appears on the other side of jungkook, his hand also raised.

jin, hobi and namjoon laugh, waving you and yoongi off as they all headed home and left the two of you to deal with the three younger members.

"you three wanna come over?" yoongi raises an eyebrow and the three of them nod in sync. you chuckle slightly before resting a hand on yoongi's shoulder, "guys, you have an early schedule tomorrow. you need rest."

"noona, hyung, jebal," jungkook pleads slightly while the other two put on their best puppy-eyed expressions. you and yoongi share a glance of hesitation before yoongi cracks first.

"fine," he sighs, "we'll make some dinner for you." you smiled amusingly at how quickly yoongi folded for the maknaes. the three celebrated and followed the two of you as you headed out to the car assigned for the both of you.

"i didn't expect you to give in that quickly." you mused, nudging yoongi's shoulder. he rolled his eyes playfully, "you would've said no. i'm not as strict as you are." yoongi wraps an arm around your shoulders as you reach the parking lot.

you gasp, hitting yoongi's chest, "i'm not strict!"

"sure you aren't."

—

a couple months later...

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the suchwita episode airs while yoongi is making the two of you dinner and you're in the living room, scrolling on your phone. one of the things that you had noticed is that your instagram had been blowing up, with armies tagging you in multiple reels of you and yoongi 'flirting' and more followers than you could keep up with.

how did the boys ever get used to this much attention? you thought as you chuckled a little, looking through the comments of the youtube video.

"what're you laughing at?" yoongi calls from the kitchen. his voice is a little drowned out since the two of you had been watching a series on the tv before he started cooking.

"the fans think you have a girlfriend again," you smiled smugly, looking through twitter for a little and laughing some more. yoongi walks out of the kitchen with a clay pot of kimchi stew and utensils for both of you.

"yeah? who is it this time?" he rolled his eyes playfully as he sets the pot and utensils on the living room table, where the two of you opted to eat dinner at. you paused the show on the tv before facing yoongi.

"me. the suchwita episode aired today," you showed yoongi your phone that displayed the youtube comments full of speculations of your relationship, "i think this one might stick a little longer, yoonie."

"oh, i forgot it was airing today," yoongi's eyes glance over a couple of the comments before he breaks out into a grin, "well, they wouldn't be wrong this time. now, would they?"

"hm. i guess not," you shrugged. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed tang had come over to see what was going on, before jumping onto your lap. you cooed at the black cat, "tangieee!" the cat trills in response, slowly closing his eyes as you pat his head.

yoongi's gaze softens before he heads back into the kitchen to get the two of you some bowls of rice, "can you read some of those comments?"

"yeah, sure," you directed your attention to your phone screen while continuing to give tang soft pets, "suga can't handle allat (he probably could...)" you laugh, the vibrations from your laughter prompting tang to start purring.

yoongi chuckles as he emerges from the kitchen again, "are all the comments about the armies thirsting over you?" he sets the bowls of rice on the table before sitting next to you, peering at the comments over your shoulder.

you scrolled down a little, glazing over some of the top comments, "some of them are pretty similar, i think i saw one that said 'he can't take all of us', or something like that," you turned your head towards yoongi who seemed offended.

"what? i totally could." he pouts a little, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while his other hand pets tang, who is half-asleep on your lap.

"mhm, sure you could," you pressed a kiss to yoongi's cheek, and yoongi is taken aback for a moment before he smiles softly, kissing your cheek in return.

you continued to scroll through the comments before you paused for a moment, "yoon?"

"mm?"

"were we a little too obvious? what if us revealing our connection starts bringing you guys hate again?" you leaned your head on your boyfriend's shoulder with a small frown. yoongi looked at you and reached over to turn off your phone.

"who cares what they think? we never explicitly stated we were together in the video. we were just teasing, it's up to the audience to interpret what they think and that's out of our control."

"and also," yoongi continued, "im positive armies wouldn't care that we were dating. if anything, they'd be supportive."

"really?" you got up to face yoongi, tang getting up to rest on the other side of you. yoongi raised an eyebrow, "of course. why not?"

you rolled your eyes playfully before returning to your place next to yoongi, "thanks yoon." yoongi hums in acknowledgement as you turn your phone back on to read youtube comments.

you chuckle, "yoongi marry me," you read out the comment.

"course i will."

"what?" you got back up to face yoongi, who looked just as confused as you were, "huh? what?"

you showed him the comment that you were reading out loud and yoongi simply laughed, "oops."

you looked at yoongi in disbelief before laughing yourself, "oops?" yoongi shrugs in response, sitting up after you before he softly holds your jaw to guide you towards him, slowly closing the distance with a kiss.

you return the kiss with a small smile before pulling away with an amused expression. yoongi grins, "just something for you to think about. if you're ready."

"you wanna marry me?" you tilted your head with a big grin while it was yoongi's turn to look at you in disbelief, as if it wasn't obvious from the start.

"jagiya, i've been chasing after you ever since i was mature enough to make my own decisions." yoongi's hand rests on your jaw, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

you chuckled, "wow, jagiya? wait till dispatch hears about this," you joked, still not being used to yoongi calling you that even if its the only thing he calls you when the two of you are alone.

yoongi sighs, "let's eat before the food gets cold." yoongi tries to deflect, but you notice the blush rushing to his ears as he starts to fluff up the rice in his bowl. you can't help but laugh again.

"i can't believe i'm the one that gets min yoongi to say yes to the infamous 'yoongi marry me'. you must be so smitten, aren't you— mmp!" your tease was cut short after yoongi shoved a spoon of rice and stew into your mouth with an amused grin.

you glared at yoongi, who chuckled a little before giving you a peck on the cheek, "you're lucky i love you."

your glare softened at his confession.

"i wulv wou foo, ftupid."

"chew your food, you're gonna choke."

"ofay."

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[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming

[milabyxz]

I could easily write 10 pages about how much I love this man

(I already did)

[ikimaru]

when a hyperfixation cancels out 80% of ur depression you know it's a good one

[iizuumi]

screenshot redraw from the last ep hehehehe

[aleksandracoffan]

[p0kuyaki]

I NEED THIS MAN.

[ryescapades-archived]

*ੈ‧₊༺ "SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DREAM,"

⤷ submission for @pixelcafe-network 's Secret Santa event !

— vice-captain hoshina seems to frequent the infirmary lately... perhaps it has something to do with the division's beloved medic.

characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x medic!reader contents: fluff, some injuries and blood, one(1) suggestive line but it’s for the plot, smooching, kind of getting together, slight spoilers for b side manga, inaccurate manga timeline wc ~ 1.8k

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites happy holidays from me, your secret santa ! 🎄 not christmas-themed but i hope you can still enjoy this humble gift i’ve prepared for you (see the end of this for more messages) <3

Remembering and differentiating people’s faces is usually something that comes naturally to people.

Be it your distant, distant relative, or a newly appointed work colleague, or even a fellow customer at a cafe you love. It’s easy enough to memorise each and every one of them, given that you’ve seen them a few times consecutively, of course.

Then again, it comes with the job to have a good memory anyway. Lots of scientific and biological names to be remembered, health conditions and symptoms to be identified, patients you constantly need to keep your eyes on. You have them all etched inside your mind.

There’s also that other circumstance, where forgetting someone’s face is as easy as brushing away a speck of dust from your clothes. People come, and people go. Not everyone that you’ve come across will stay in your life, and not every one of them will become a significant part of it either.

There is one thing, however, that you have stumbled upon, not knowing that it will become both of those things. Or rather, one person.

The first time you saw him was at the hospital right after the kaiju emergence at Ome city back when you were still a measly apprentice to a senior medic from the Third Division. Tasked to do one of his checkups, you’d overheard his conversation with your captain right before she left the ward.

His reaction baffled you, to say the least. Who in the world would reject a position offered by the Captain Ashiro Mina herself? After a thorough yet uneventful inspection on his condition, he was deemed to be discharged from the hospital a few days after, and along with that his presence from your mind.

Or so you thought.

The second time you saw him was a bit more coincidental. Months after that, when you were freshly appointed as one of the Third Division’s operational medics, you had accidentally crossed paths with him on the way to Captain Ashiro’s office, unaware that you were in the face of your soon-to-be Vice-Captain.

You didn’t know how, or why, but for some astronomical reason you’d remembered who he was. There were lots of people you’d bumped into in the past, people you’d medically treated, and people with even worse haircut (in your defense, that was only a mere observation on your part); you had no trouble putting them to the rear end of your mind as you knew they were nothing more than encounters by chance.

Aside from the fact that he’d rejected your captain’s offer, you’d wondered if there was something else about him from that first time that had rewired the very foundation of your brain chemistry to make you remember him as clearly and easily as memorizing the back of your own hand, even when you’d only seen him once before in your entire lifetime.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoshina Soshiro thought the same thing about you.

What is it about you, Hoshina had once mused. What made you so… unforgettable? Your presence had been lingering in the back of his mind from the moment you first laid your hand on him. After you’d left his ward months ago, the image of you has been foggy and indistinctive, almost haunting for him to deal with. And now that he had you in front of his eyes again, he was more than determined to know more about you.

The two of you hit it off then. One friendly conversation turned two, turned weekly, turned daily. Lingering touches, longing gazes, secret smiles, flirty quips. And the most unambiguous of all; the time spent together in the medic bay at any hour of the day.

It’s becoming a routine at this point for the Third Division members to see their second-in-command walking through the doorway of the infirmary with an injury or the other, some of them severe and some were barely considered a prick. The officers have suspected something, of course. But none of them are bold enough (yet) to confront nor pull the topic out in the open.

And so do you and Hoshina himself.

Though you’re totally aware it’s only a matter of time before one of you finally breaches the blurring line between platonic and romantic. Ironically enough, Hoshina with all his foxy eyed glory, seems to be the one to (not so) blindly step over the said line, all too keen on wiping it off like a silly drawing on a sandy shore.

“Hey there. Ya seem happy to see me,”

You grit your teeth at the cheery greeting, irritation piling over the concern and worry, overstacked by the fear wrecking through your body. Taking a deep breath to gather yourself, you step to the side to let the officers carry the battered body of the Vice-Captain to sit on a nearby bed. Soon enough, they walk themselves out with a respective nod to their superiors, leaving you in the still silence of the infirmary.

In your peripheral, Captain Ashiro stands beside the door with her arms crossed, a calculated look stuck on her youthful face before she straightens up, calling out to your name. “I’m leaving them in your care. I’ll be back in a few though,” Confused, you’re about to ask about what she meant when a mass of white fur enters your vision.

Bakko is staying here for a while then, you realize just as the Captain, too, makes her exit to the door. You let the feline kaiju make himself at home in the infirmary as you return to the task at hand; treating Hoshina.

Your next course of action proceeds swiftly and methodically; assembling the medical supplies and equipment, assessing the injuries, disinfecting the wounds and dressing them accordingly. All the while trying not to squirm under his obnoxious gaze.

“You were never this quiet before,” Hoshina breaks the silence, grimacing slightly as you’re currently treating one of his more severe wounds, one that requires stitching.

Your forehead creases slightly, “What do you want me to say?” You question, both in exasperation and incredulity. The swordsman lifts his good shoulder in a little shrug. “I dunno. Anythin’,”

“You’re stupid,”

Hoshina’s lips twitch slightly, “Mhm,”

“And reckless,”

A small smile tugs on his face next, “Yeah?” Slowly, and breathily.

“And - and… you weren’t being careful enough,” Your bloody hand shakes, the scissors you’re holding barely cutting away the remaining thread after you’d successfully managed to stitch his wound up. “Okonogi already said it was a daikaiju and you still insisted on fighting it alone. Who the hell does that?” You seethe.

One of his hands moves to hold yours, halting you just as you'd turned back from putting your equipment away. “You mad at me, sweetheart?” His nonchalant drawl causes you to snap. “I thought you were going to die, Soshiro. Of course I was mad!”

Suddenly there’s a quiet growl rumbling from the corner of the room, and the both of you immediately go silent. You look to the side to see Bakko with his mouth pulled into a menacing snarl, eyeing the other slumbering patients as if to remind you that you’re not the only ones in the room.

You huff, slightly embarrassed at being chastised in your own work space. By a kaiju, of all things.

Hoshina gruffly snickers before glancing at the feline, “He’s not Captain Ashiro’s companion for nothin’, huh? Think he can help around in the infirmary?” He jests.

You chuckle weakly, nodding a little at his injuries. “What, do you want him to lick it all better?”

It was supposed to be a joke, a casual inquiry made to lighten the mood, but Hoshina seems to think otherwise. With his bleary eyes, he murmurs, “I want you to lick it all better,”

Your breath stutters, the heart in your chest skipping a beat or two. Or maybe three? You can’t really seem to figure it out when all you know is that the blood pumping in your veins feels like you’re running a goddamn marathon around the division base.

Your body heats up at the way Hoshina’s gaze remains focused on you, those irises seeping with such intensity and passion, finely rich like wine and sangria. There’s a pull so magnetic, the minimal space where you’re starting to share breaths with him is charged with the tension between the two of you.

Your eyes drift down to his mouth for one quick second. A mere glance, shy and timid. And the next thing you know, you and Hoshina become a clashing of lips, wandering hands and blissful sighs.

Like a collision between two worlds; the connection feels intensely mind-blowing, like a surge of adrenaline that has you forgetting about everything else aside from feeling him, tasting him, consuming him. Your fingertips tingle from where you’re cradling his face in your hands, and electric zaps up your spine from where his hands are gripping you by your hips.

Your lips slide against his in a feverish dance, his tongue diving in to explore each and every crevice of your mouth. Another pleased sigh escapes from you when he nips at your bottom lip, soothing the skin with a gentle suck right after. Hoshina hums against your mouth, pulling you to stand even closer between his legs but a pained groan from him then makes you draw back, the desire to continue ravishing each other now replaced with a budding sense of concern.

“You’re pulling on the stitches,” you mutter, fingers lightly prodding at his medically patched skin. Hoshina shakes his head slightly and drops it to rest on your shoulder as he grunts under his breath, “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”

You falter, a furious blush creeping up to your cheeks at his statement. ‘Why didn’t you do it sooner, then?’ You’d wanted to ask but just as he raises his head, you catch sight of the bloody handprints on both of his cheeks. You gasp in surprise, “Soshiro, you’re—”

You reach up to hold his face, though when you see your own hands stained with the blood from his wounds, a small laugh of realisation comes out of you. Hoshina snorts a little when he deduces the same thing, the room now filled with your combined giggles.

“All the more reason to stay here longer and get myself cleaned up, hm?” He smirks and leans back with his arms perched on the bed. You gnaw at the bottom of your lip, staring not-so-subtly at his slacked figure.

More work for you to do… not like you’re complaining anyway because he does not have any business looking so sinfully good with all those muscles and bare skin all roughed up and bloodied like that.

You inwardly shake your head to disperse the thought. Throwing him an eye roll, you scold him for moving around too much in case his injuries get worse, and that he should know better than to stay out of commission for longer than necessary considering his importance in the division.

Deep down, though, you’re glad that Hoshina Soshiro is there with you in more ways than one, holding your hand as you trudge through this new relationship blossoming between you two.

He stays, and he is significant. Forever will be in your lovesick little heart.

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bakko is just there like 👁️👄👁️

💌 ; kaija my dear i’m so happy that i get to know you through the cafe network <3 really enjoyed all the convos we’ve had in the kn8 channel and i appreciate u sm !! you’re so sweet and so delightful to talk to and i thought that you are just the perfect person to be soshiro’s favorite doctor / nurse ^^ you seem like the type who'd be good at taking care of people, especially your loved ones. bet he goes to the infirmary a lot just to see u hehe (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) anyway, i hope 2024 has been nice to you. i wish you all the good things in the world, and that 2025 will be a better and sweeter year for you, love 💜

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[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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[kumori-suwan]

Jealous Boy

Soshiro Hoshina x Fem! Wife! Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The hardest thing about being a high ranking officer in the Defense Force is trying to separate your personal life from your professional life. You’re a Platoon Leader in the Third Division but you’re also his wife, you both work together which gives him some peace of mind but you are always surrounded by other men. Men both younger and some more mature than him and it leaves him antsy when he sees his sweet cold demeanored wife cracking a small smile at someone who’s not him. It’s a secret that you two are married, you don’t even use his surname while at work so men mistake you as a single woman.

“Captain Ashiro is there any issue with Platoon Leader (L/n) updating her name to Platoon Leader Hoshina? I don’t appreciate the recruits and soldiers ogling my wife so openly.”, Soshiro growled, his lips twitching in annoyance as he watched a newbie blush at you as you offered him advice in the shooting range.

“If you’re fine with the added paperwork for her name change in the system I don’t see anything wrong with it. You do know that (Y/n) doesn’t allow those desperate men to catch her eye right?”, Mina smiled noticing her Vice Captain so upset, “Are you jealous that your wife is popular Hoshina?”

Without meaning to Soshiro opened his eyes and turned to glare at his Captain, he’d been caught red handed he just couldn’t believe he was so easy to read. “Jealousy is an ugly thing Captain Ashiro, I’m not a high schooler, I can handle my emotions like a proper adult.”, he huffed returning his gaze to the shooting range where you watched over your cadets.

“Whatever you say, don’t forget tonight we’re having a dinner with the whole division. (Y/n) missed out on the last one since she’d been temporarily transferred to First Division. Might be a proper time to show everyone that she’s already been claimed.”, Mina teased playfully noticing the growing smile on her Vice Captain’s face.

“That’s right…it’ll be the perfect opportunity to show off Mrs. Hoshina.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party went off with a blast just like last time, everyone was happily enjoying the booze and meal to their hearts content all while Soshiro found himself pouting among the other higher ups of the Third Division. He was ready to flaunt you off as his perfect wife but he’d forgotten that tonight was also your sister’s baby shower so you’d be missing the dinner party yet again.

“It’s a wonder why she married you, you big pouty baby.”, Okonogi whispered before downing her cup of beer.

“Did I ask for your input Konomi?”

The new recruits began talking amongst themselves about today’s training and naturally your name came up which quickly piqued Soshiro’s interest.

“Platoon Leader (Y/n) is just so lovely, that woman acts all cool and mysterious but she’s really a beauty when you break down her walls.”, one male officer sighed.

“Oh definitely I’d marry that woman in a heartbeat if I could, I wonder what her taste in men is?”

Kikoru huffed in annoyance and slammed her cup on the table, “A classy woman like Platoon Leader (Y/n) is way out of your leagues. She needs a strong reliable man who will always have her back, someone who makes her happy and helps her smile. She’s always got that dead expression on her face and it’s annoying that she never shows any emotion to us.”

“Hey maybe that’s going a bit to far, Ms. (Y/n) is very kind and I’m sure she’ll find someone when she’s ready. Being in the defense force isn’t exactly the easiest place to find a life partner.”, Ishikawa spoke up to try and lighten the mood but only seemed to push Hoshina more and more over the edge.

Konomi giggled watching Hoshina lose himself to his emotions, he really looked like he was ready to murder the next person that spoke. “Where’s our ice princess when you need her.”, Konomi teased clicking her glass with Captain Ashiro in amusement. There was a knock at the door of the room which silenced everyone before it slid open, “Good evening everyone sorry I’m late.”, (Y/n) smiled as she entered the room.

All the newbies were pleasantly shocked by this new side of you, you were actually smiling and your hair was let down letting it frame your face nicely instead of being in it being tied back like usual and you were in a dress! A simple yet elegant black dress with a fitted bodice and high collar with a skirt that stopped just below your knees and the most shocking piece of jewelry on your ring finger.

“M-Ms. (Y/n) welcome. Please feel free to sit next to me Ma’am.”, a desperate soldier offered you a spot next to him.

“No ma’am! Sit here, I’ll even cook for you!”

“No please sit here!”

“Gosh you look stunning out of uniform.”

“Marry me Ms. (Y/n).”

You waved off everyone’s advances with soft smile and walked to the edge of the table where the rest of the leadership sat. To everyone’s surprise you sat next to a pouting Vice Captain Hoshina who had yet to greet you.

“My sister sends her best regards, here I also brought you some dessert. It’s your favorite Hiro.”, you hummed softly placing a dessert box in Soshiro’s lap.

He instantly recognized the box without even opening it, his pout melted away into a toothy smile. “I’ll be sure to call and thank her. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t make it.”

You let out a nervous chuckle and nodded your head in agreement, “I almost didn’t, my mom wouldn’t stop asking me questions and then I got in trouble because of something so small.”, you sighed taking a piece of kalbi from his plate.

Everyone watched on his shock as you and Soshiro continued to act so abnormally domestic in front of them. Kafka was the one to stoke the flames of the situation when he noticed something written along your ankle.

“Ms. (Y/n), why do you have the Vice Captain’s name written along your ankle?”, Kafka pointed out loud gaining everyone’s attention.

All eyes were now on you and a playful smile drew across your face as you rubbed your ankle with the same hand your wedding ring was on, “I like getting a rise out of my husband.”

That one sentence left the whole room stunned into silence, Soshiro didn’t know anything about his name being written on you so he allowed his curiosity to get the best of him and moved so he could check you ankle. Sure enough the kanji of his name was tatted across your ankle like a possessive mark for all to see. His eyes opened at and shrunk into a dangerous glare, “Mrs. Hoshina when did you get this little tattoo?”, he growled playfully pulling you into his lap despite your attempt to eat. You avoided his eyes and simply smiled in the opposite direction while everyone else lost their minds over the new information. Soshiro began growling in your ear demanding an answer while his hands began to wander over your body playfully.

“Hands off Soshiro we’re in public.”, you warned trying to escape his grip. He only held you tighter whispering god knows what into your ears that left your flushed and red faced. Everyone was screaming and questioning you two for answers all while your perverted husband was trying to rile you up some more.

“Did you wear this high collared dress to hide what I did to you a few days ago? Are you shy about them?”, Soshiro teased leaning down to nip at your sensitive neck.

“I could say the same about your back, Mina says you always head off to the showers when there’s no one else in there. What ashamed of the marks that I leave on you Vice Captain Hoshina?”, you teased playing on his power imbalance kink.

“If you two are gonna smash can you take it home?”, Konomi giggled riling the crowd up even more.

You glared at your dear friend and ordered her to shut up, “Konomi please have mercy. Don’t give him ideas or I’ll be forced to call off tomorrow.”, you whined trying to struggle out of Soshiro’s grip.

He wasn’t letting you out of his grip now that he everyone knew you were his, his smile was never ending so you decided to just let him have this moment for a little while. Everyone was shocked to see this new side of you but in a way you both made sense for each other, he made you happy and kept you from working yourself to the bone and you accepted him for the way he was and loved him for it.

“I can’t wait to take you home tonight.”, Soshiro whispered into your ear for no one else to hear.

You fed him a piece of beef to try and silence him, he happily accepted it before you returned to your plate to eat. Tonight would be a long night but at least you didn’t have to hide who you were married to anymore.

[stellar-kaiju]

hush hush ☆ hoshina soshiro x reader

details: fluff | workplace romance | "secret" relationship and getting caught | ~2.4k words | gn! reader | based on the song "Hush Hush" by The Band CAMINO | part of @d1strict99's echoes & verses event | while you and hoshina agree to keep your relationship a secret, you’re not entirely sure the two of you are very good at it.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me during the debriefing,” Hoshina comments when he enters your quiet office. 

It’s 2:45 AM and you nearly want to chastise him for not being in bed. But, a part of you knows that he can’t help it—he tries to sleep, but memories or nightmares of the Tachikawa base attack keep him up. It’s one of the few reasons he comes to take a nap in your staff lounge while you do some late-night work.

“Tch. Yeah. Sure. Weren’t you looking at me too?” You snort, momentarily glancing away from the document opened on your laptop. 

God, this white background is going to give me a headache.

“Oh, was I, now?” He gives you a sly grin, tilting his head. You notice his small fang-like incisors peeking out a little. “I don’t think I was. You just happened to be next to Captain Ashiro.”

“Shut up. Even with your eyes almost closed, I felt them on me.” Rolling your eyes at him, you resume typing on your laptop, but then he gently grabs the top of your screen, pushing it downwards. Instantly, you’re face-to-face with him.

“Mmm,” he hums, opening his eyes a little. A little shiver runs down your spine, the way it normally does whenever you can see his purple irises more clearly.

“Mmmm. You should get yourself checked for astigmatism or something. You keep squinting.”

“My eyes are perfectly fine, thanks.” Hoshina sticks his tongue out at you. 

You move to open your laptop, but your boyfriend interferes again, putting a hand on top of yours. 

“Ya, it’s late. There’s more time to do papers tomor- uh, no. Later, I mean.”

He’s right. To be honest, you’ve kind of been waiting for a reason to stop with this never-ending horde of paperwork. 

With the reconstruction of the Tachikawa base, lots of staff and officers had to be relocated. As the medical professional assigned to the division’s officers, you were in charge of sending endorsement notes and other reports to other division professionals, and providing updates about the new hires.

With a nod of your head, you close your laptop, letting his hand guide you. There’s now a softness to his smile.

“You’ve done enough work today.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, causing you to blush a little. 

Thank goodness the security camera system in the medical wing is still in need of repair.

“Hoshina,” you giggle and whisper. “Stop. You need to stop bribing me with kisses.”

“But they work, don’t they?”

You groan in response, but both of you know the truth. 

Hoshina, bless the man, finally rounds the corner of your desk so he can stand next to you. You turn your desk chair to face him, and with open arms, you let him crawl into your lap.

“You’re like a damn cat,” you snort, as you feel the weight of his body press into you.

“Meow.”

Instantly, the two of you snicker. He wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder.

“It’s fun practicing my stealth skills to get alone time with you,” he whispers in your ear. “But, I also want to show ya off.”

“I know. Me too. I wonder how the Director General did it.” You sigh. “The Shinomiyas were truly the power couple of the Defense Force.”

“We should be the next one.” Hoshina leaves a kiss on your cheek this time. “Soon.” 

“Soon,” you nod in agreement.

There weren’t any hard rules against having relationships with people within the Defense Force. However, you knew that relationships between superiors and subordinates were controversial. 

Even if the relationship was consensual, the imbalance in authority raised ethical concerns. At least there was the option for one to be reassigned or promoted, instead of forcing the relationship to dissolve right away.

With you and Hoshina, at least you had no issues regarding power dynamics. He was the vice-captain, and you were the head medical officer. You’re both on equal footing within the Third Division—you could give each other orders without question.

However, the concern about keeping things quiet was more about preserving your privacy. Word traveled around the division pretty quickly. Hoshina is also the kind of person who draws attention to himself, no matter where he goes. 

Ever since you decided to work here a few years ago, your co-workers had gossiped about him. The fact that he was voluntarily going to your office or laboratory during work hours had raised questions. 

“Why does he keep asking for you? He’s never had this many questions for the medical department.”

“What did you do? He seems so interested in you!”

And even though you didn’t have an answer to their questions, you were bad at hiding that you might have had a teeny tiny crush on the vice captain. Your coworkers’ teasing after they found out was relentless. They decided to play matchmaker, too.

Now, your coworkers were lovely people, and knew when to back down when needed. However, what you were afraid of were the other officers and staff in the division that you weren’t close to—people who didn’t know you well enough to prevent inaccurate assumptions or rumors.

If anything about your relationship got out, you were terrified of the gazes that would follow you everywhere you went. You didn’t want questions from people who did not need to know every detail. 

You and Hoshina have also reached the starting points of your personal dreams within the Defense Force. It was scary to think about the ways your reputation and credibility could be affected if more people started seeing you in a less professional light. Well, maybe that’s a stretch, but you didn’t want people considering your relationship a workplace distraction. 

(And, of course, a part of you hopes it won’t happen, but what if things don’t work out? You’ll be the talk of the town for who knows how long.)

“Hey.” Hoshina pokes your cheek, startling you out of your daze. “You zoned out.”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

You gaze at the way Hoshina’s face is pressed against your chest. In the time you’ve spent thinking, he has visibly relaxed and melted into you. It’s cute, really, how he can finally be like this around you, instead of being the one who always offers himself as the shoulder to lean on.

“You’re adorable,” you say without thinking.

“I know.” His fangs peek out a little with his cheeky grin. “That’s why you like me.”

You snort, kissing the top of his head. 

Suddenly, there’s a sharp knocking on your door. The two of you shoot up in alarm.

“Crap.”

You point to the bottom of your desk, which is thankfully covered all around. “Get in there,” you whisper-shout as he attempts to cram himself into the space.

“Come in!” you call out at the second round of knocking.

When the door opens, you see Okonogi…a rather sleep-deprived Okonogi, at that. You can only imagine the kinds of things she’s been handling at the operations division.

“Hi, Okonogi. What can I do for you?”

“I’m just taking a break,” she smiles at you. “Wanted to check in on you, fellow night owl.”

“Thanks. I actually might go and sleep after a few minutes. I can’t take any more of the endorsement notes. The medical abbreviations are no longer making sense to me.”  

She laughs lightly. “I can totally understand. I can’t even remember what the codes and abbreviations on my reports stand for either.”

“What a pain,” you comment, shaking your head.

“Anyway, I just wanted to ask you something personal, if that’s alright.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise. “Shoot away.”

“Please be honest with me. Are you and Vice-Captain Hoshina together?”

Your eyes widen. Hoshina remains silent, but you can feel him squeeze your ankle a little.

“Me? And Ho- Vice-Captain Hoshina?”

“Sorry, I know it’s a surprising question. It’s just that two of you have been acting differently around each other lately.” Okonogi scratches the back of her neck. “I didn’t know if I was overthinking it or what, but you both couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other in the debriefing meeting today. And a couple of other meetings before that.”

“Oh. Um.”

“Actually, besides that…Vice-Captain Hoshina, you can come out from your hiding spot.”

“Wh- What are you talking about?”

“He’s under your desk, isn’t he?”

You can see him freeze in surprise.

“No? I don’t-”

“And if I go over and check myself?”

“What? No, you don’t- I mean…I-”

Okonogi takes a few steps forward, and you’re about to protest, but Hoshina crawls out and reveals himself.

“Yes. Okonogi. I’m here. Incredible. I expected nothing less from you.”

“Mhm.” She regards him with an unimpressed stare. “Okay. Listen, the cameras here have started working again. It’s a pretty good thing that I’m friends with the security officers during this shift.” 

“Oh.” A chill runs through your body.

“They gave me the update on the cameras, so I went over to check how the footage was. Then, the officer tells me that they saw Vice-Captain come here to your office, and they were wondering what reason he'd have to visit outside of regular office hours.”

“Well. I had…medical questions.” Hoshina tilts his head.

“Then why were you hiding under the desk?”

“I was…uh…”

“Okonogi?” You pipe up.

“Mm?”

“Would you be mad or anything if I said that we were in a relationship?”

Recognition flashes in her eyes. “No. I wouldn’t be. I was expecting it at some point, to be honest. The Vice-Captain’s also been talking about you a lot more often. I don’t even think he realized.”

You hear a small ‘oops’ coming from Hoshina.

“So, it’s true that you’re together?”

You and Hoshina look at each other. Okonogi is someone you both trust wholeheartedly, so the two of you nod.

“Okay.” A smile appears on her face. “That’s good. So, you’ve been trying to keep it a secret, I assume?”

“Yes,” Hoshina responds. “I didn’t want to bring untoward attention to them.”

“I felt the same way about him as well,” you add.

“Mm. I understand,” Okonogi hums. “That’s actually why I asked. The security officer seemed a little curious. Luckily, I made up an excuse about sending the vice-captain to the medical department earlier in the day.”

“That was a close one,” you sigh. “Thanks for covering, Okonogi.”

“Any time,” she waves a hand. “Anyway, considering what I’ve walked in on, I suppose the two of you are having trouble getting time alone without being suspicious.”

Hoshina laughs nervously. “Their co-workers have gotten rather curious about how often I visit. But their office or the library are our safest spots at the moment.”

Okonogi inhales deeply, pausing to think about something. “Okay. Well, do you guys remember that small storage room in my office?”

“Yeah.”

“Right. Come to think of it, I’ve never been inside it,” Hoshina comments. “Well, I tried to check, but you shooed me away.”

“Hmph. You’re too nosy, Vice-Captain,” Okonogi rolls her eyes. “But I was thinking of letting you guys use that room whenever you’d like to see each other. Not too suspicious since it’s my office, and we have reasons to talk to each other often.”

“Wait. You’re seriously letting us…” You blink at her. “Are you sure? What about all the stuff inside?”

“I’ve started organizing things and clearing the room out, actually. The operations team has started digitizing more files too, so there’s no need to keep the older papers.” Okonogi waves her hands around as she explains. “I’ve also thought of donating my older collections of mystery novels and other books to the library. They’re just collecting dust in there…”

You and Hoshina glance at each other again, but this time, there’s no worry or fear on both of your faces.

“Okonogi? You are a godsend,” you immediately hug her, cutting her off in the middle of her ramble.

“Oh! Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a godsend, but you’re welcome,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “At the very least, the couch inside will actually be used for sitting, instead of holding up piles and boxes of stuff.”

“There’s a couch?!” Hoshina exclaims in disbelief.

“Yes. Please don’t do anything unacceptable on it,” she narrows her eyes.

“No! We’d never- Oh my gosh.” You hide your face in your hands. 

“Okonogi, why are you only looking at me?” Hoshina whines.

“You know very well.”

“I don’t.”

“Promise, Okonogi. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s still your place after all. Thank you so much.” You bow to her in gratitude, and Hoshina does the same.

“You’re welcome.” She exhales, looking at her watch. “Well, I’m gonna get back to the last bit of my work. Wanna check out the spare room?”

“Sure. ‘Bout you, Hoshina?”

Your boyfriend agrees in response, patting your shoulder.

“Okay. Let me just shut my computer down.”

Hoshina takes care of the air conditioning unit and the lights, and the three of you leave your office.

By the time you all arrive at Okonogi’s spare room, she leaves the two of you to it. 

When you sit down on the couch that she talked about, the fact that it is now three in the morning suddenly hits.

“Man, I’m tired,” you yawn, sinking into the leather cushion. Hoshina plops down beside you, also seeming to realize his exhaustion.

“Something tells me we’ll end up sleeping here,” he mutters with a soft giggle, pulling you closer to him by the waist.

“Guess we’ll fall asleep in our work clothes again.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “Better set an alarm so we have time for a quick shower or change of uniform before clocking in tomorrow.”

You whip your phone out for a short moment, making sure you actually set an alarm, lest the two of you get in trouble for going missing tomorrow. Or…later, to be more accurate.

“Glad we can do this without having to worry much,” Hoshina whispers, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

You smile against his kiss, closing your eyes. “Me too. Also, I know I’m guilty, but please don’t stare at me too much during the next meeting. Your squinting still can’t hide it well.”

“Hush.”

masterlist

[mattsundaes]

patience

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

It's more than a little difficult to hide your attraction to the Vice-Captain of the Third Division when you accidentally find yourself sparring with him in your pajamas in the middle of the night. Especially when he's wearing that goddamn shirt.

wc: 4k

c: 18+ ONLY, smut, slight power imbalance, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), edging, unprotected p in v

“You get sloppy when you’re tired.”

A knee digs into the back of your own as you find yourself pinned face down on the training mats, the steady grip of a hand trapping both of your wrists against the small of your back. The vice-captain’s voice is tinged with amusement as he lets you go, easily dodging the kick you send his way as you roll in the opposite direction and jump to your feet, breathing hard.

“Fuck you,” you pant out, though there’s no real heat behind your words.

He raises an eyebrow.

“—Vice-Captain Hoshina,” you finish, offering him a patronizing smile.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Hoshina begins to circle you slowly, “Officer Furuhashi had to do seventy pushups last week for that, ya know.”

While he’s not wrong about your sloppy footwork, the late hour is hardly the top contender of blame for your piss-poor performance in this impromptu sparring match.

Rather, the real issue at hand is the workout shirt that Hoshina’s currently wearing, the black, skin-tight material leaving little to the imagination as it clings to his firm, defined abdomen. 

Clad in nothing but your pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you had made the mistake of slowing down to peek into the slightly ajar door to the training room on your way back to the dorms, curious who was still awake at such a late hour. Your breath had hitched at the sight of the vice-captain working through a series of complex sword maneuvers by himself, mouth going dry as you found yourself mesmerized by the sight of his bare hands and arms—features normally obscured by his suit on the field—and that goddamn shirt.

Naturally, he’d spotted you lingering and cajoled you inside, mouth curving sideways in a smirk as he reminded you of a few glaring mistakes you’d made earlier during training with the squad.

Now, your level of exhaustion is a moot point when it’s all you can do to reign in the traitorous swell of desire building in your chest as the sleeves of his shirt dig into his biceps each and every time he moves. The muscle that keeps fighting against the high neck of his shirt isn’t helping, either. 

This heady, insistent tug you feel toward him, this dizzying, smoldering attraction that has a penchant for clouding your better judgment—it’s nothing new. Your eyes developed this unfortunate habit of instinctually straying to the vice-captain the day he volunteered to give you a tour of the base when you transferred to the Third Division, a problem that only increased tenfold the first time you had a front row seat to his…competency in dual swordsmanship.

(It’s borderline embarrassing—the way even thinking about him wielding those blades sets your heart racing.)

You’ve learned to ignore it, despite the flirtatious undercurrent to each and every interaction you share.

And yet—sparring alone with him right now while the rest of the base sleeps, sweat dripping down your back as your skin burns all over with the ghost of his touch, seeing this stripped down version of one of the Defense Force’s most lethal weapons in a moment that feels far more intimate than it has any right to be…it’s difficult to remember why you should.

Hoshina uses his forearm to wipe the perspiration from his forehead, tongue darting out along his bottom lip, and a subtle shudder runs through you as you track the unconscious movement. Unfortunately, his keen eyes don’t miss the trajectory of your waning focus, and he takes advantage of the opening, the room quickly spinning as you find yourself on the floor beneath him once again.

This time, you’re lying on your back, both hands pinned above your head, his fingers incidentally laced with your own. Hoshina’s wide-eyed and panting, and you can tell you at least accomplished something—he clearly hadn’t been intending to hit the floor with you until your survival instincts kicked in enough to gracelessly drag him down on top of you. 

As you go to pull free, you find something solid pressed between your legs, and it’s an effort in and of itself to stifle your gasp at the feeling that instantly curls hotly in your gut at the friction. Belatedly, you reorient yourself to find that you had hooked your left leg around his waist during the fall, and the firm wall of muscle that you’re two seconds from accidentally dry humping is his thigh that’s slotted between your legs.

Hoshina’s face sobers as he stares down at you, and you swear you feel his fingers flex minutely against your own, his expression now unreadable. 

Seemingly continuing his earlier thought, he muses, “Well, I guess I get sloppy when I’m distracted.” Your heart thunders in your chest as you find yourself balancing precariously on the tightrope of what could very well be an incredibly bad decision. 

If you were smart, you’d let this moment pass.

If you were smart, you’d tap out and tell him you’re going to bed, letting out the rest of your frustration with a hand between your legs, your soft, quiet moans muffled by the spray of the shower water or the layers of your duvet.

But the words are wrestling their way past your teeth before you can stop yourself as you ask, “What could possibly distract the vice-captain of the Third Division?”

He laughs under his breath, and for a wild moment, you think he’s about to kiss you when he leans in, but his lips skirt the shell of your ear instead as he murmurs, “You don’t normally wear this when we’re trainin’ with everyone else.”

Hoshina’s lower half nudges you slightly for emphasis, his hands still occupied by your own, and you belatedly realize—with embarrassment—that you’re the one now essentially holding them in the grip of your fingers. However, the thought is quickly replaced by another jolt of pleasure as the movement presses his thigh just a hair more firmly against the heat between your legs.

At the slight widening of his eyes, you also realize something else—that soft, little moan in your head wasn’t so silent after all. 

He tilts his head and sighs, “You make this real difficult for me sometimes.”

You’re far too aware of every place your bodies are touching.

“What do I make difficult?” you ask carefully, surprising yourself with your boldness. 

He regards you with a look like you should already know what he’s referring to. “Ignoring the things I think about when I’m around you.”

Your mouth goes dry, a polar opposite to the arousal now soaking into your panties. “Maybe you should stop ignoring them,” you whisper before you can think better of it. 

Hoshina groans, fingers tightening around yours, eyes falling shut. “Don’t say that.”

Freeing one of your hands from their entanglement with his, you reach up, pushing his dark violet locks out of his face. “Why not?”

He leans in, mouth so close to yours you can feel the heat of his exhales as he murmurs, “Cause I might be the vice-captain of this division, but I’m not above fucking you right here on the floor.”

Heat sears insistently in your lower abdomen, and you shift just enough to press into him again. He audibly breathes out through his nose, and you tilt your head slightly askew as you stare up at him. “Are you asking me to beg, then?”

You’re suddenly very grateful to have unconsciously pulled the door shut behind you when you walked in, given that this training room can only be opened from the outside with an authorized key fob after hours.

Hoshina laughs a little incredulously under his breath, tongue curling against the inside of his cheek. “I’ll make you a deal.”

You raise a brow, imploring him to continue.

“We’ll forget about those pushups for that mouth of yours, but…” he trails off, one finger ghosting over your lips. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

It’s instant—the way your brain briefly short circuits as you take in the full meaning of his words.

“I—what?”

He smirks. “You might be one of the most talented officers in this division, but your patience could really use some work.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

Smiling up at him sweetly, you shift so that your leg presses against the erection noticeably tented at the front of his pants. “Then teach me.”

You’re not prepared for it—the way all of the air leaves your lungs when Hoshina’s lips come crashing into yours. There’s no pretense to the way he claims your mouth, swallowing down the tiny little gasp that crawls up your throat, one hand cupping the side of your neck as the other reaches out to pin both of yours back to the floor. You push back a little, just for the thrill that arches down your spine when he tightens his grip, pinning you down even harder. 

His tongue dances along the seam of your lips, thumb stroking the sensitive spot where your neck meets your jaw, and he groans a little when you part them, deepening the kiss. A blistering wave of arousal floods your veins as Hoshina does what can only be described as fucking his way into your mouth with his tongue, and you’re helpless to control how eagerly you take him in. Truthfully, you’ve never felt quite so turned on over the taste of someone else’s saliva, so desperate to feel the filthy, slick slide of their tongue and lips slotting and tangling with your own.

It takes you a minute to realize that you’ve started grinding against his thigh, but clearly he’s well aware, because as soon as you stop, he murmurs against your mouth, “Go ahead, keep going.”

Compiling without hesitation, you drag your clothed pussy down against the friction of his leg once more, and he bites down on your lip as you moan at the delicious sensation. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks coyly.

You nod, losing any lingering senses of embarrassment over dry humping your vice-captain’s leg as you observe the way his pupils are blown wide with lust, gasping and panting as you rut against him even harder. Panties damp with arousal, you wouldn’t be surprised to find a wet spot forming against his pants, as you can already feel the surplus of sticky fluid dripping down your ass cheeks. 

You could come like this.

“Stop.”

Freezing immediately at the tone of Hoshina’s voice, you open your half-lidded eyes to stare up at him, lips parted slightly.

“Didn’t say you could come yet,” he reminds you, expression tinged with amusement. “But show me how wet you are.”

He releases your hands, and you nearly whimper when he pulls his knee away, shifting to place his knees on either side of you. He slides both hands down your sides, stopping at your hips, and he trails two fingers along the waistband of your shorts, curling one of the short, loose strings around a digit before continuing his journey down your mound. 

A hum of satisfaction leaves his lips as he feels the way your juices have soaked clear through the little cotton shorts. You whine in frustration when he drags a slow, deliberate circle over your swollen clit through the fabric, rocking your hips upward.

Hoshina looks like he wants to say something, possibly to chide you for your impatient behavior, but clearly the other thought in his head wins out when he slides his hand up the bottom of your shorts and hooks a finger in your underwear, tugging them aside. 

Despite his teasing, the pressure of his fingers through your clothing is still nothing compared to the feather-light touch of his fingers drifting down the length of your slit. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs softly in approval, sliding one digit into your wet hole. 

Your pussy spasms at the sensation, and you moan for him, which only spurs him on further, earning you a second finger. The stretch still isn’t enough, and you buck your hips into his touch eagerly. 

“How the fuck are you so wet,” he mutters, one hand slipping up your shirt to clutch your side as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the lewd, wet squelch contending with the rising volume of your moans.

It’s impressive—how close you are to coming already with just two of his fingers massaging your slick, tight walls, his thumb barely teasing over the bud of your throbbing clit. It’s nearly laughable compared to how long it took the last man who touched you to get you off. 

“You look so pretty when you’re about to come,” Hoshina comments, curling his fingers inside of you, and you gasp.

He swiftly removes them, lips curling upward at the dismayed look on your face as you cant your hips upward into nothing, the wave of pleasure building inside of you unceremoniously crashing at the breakers before reaching the shore. 

“Hoshina,” you whimper, not caring if it sounds a little pathetic as your chest heaves.

“I thought we were working on your patience,” he replies, before sticking your fingers in his mouth and licking your slick arousal clean off of them.

The warmth stirring inside of you turns molten, and your nipples feel achingly hard against the cotton fabric of your t-shirt. When he reaches down to cup your chin, your mouth falls open of its own volition, and you don’t hesitate to take his spit-soaked fingers between your lips instead. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out as you suck on the digits, a thin trail of saliva escaping in the process and dribbling past your lips. 

You reach up, threading your fingers into his hair, and you tug his mouth down toward yours. He strays off course, licking the spit from your chin and dragging his tongue across your lips. 

He follows the curve of your jaw with his mouth, lips blazing a trail of kisses down the side of your neck until he begins to nip and suck at your collarbone while his hands slide down to ruck up your t-shirt. He seems pleased by your lack of a bra, eyes darkening at the sight of your plush breasts bared before him. His fingers are precise as they cup one, thumb slowly dragging across your peaked nipple before he leans in and laps at the supple, sensitive skin. 

You arch upward into his touch, gasping out his name, and he groans, taking your peaked bud into his mouth. Despite the fact that you know he won’t let you finish, you reach between your legs anyway, keening as you dip two fingers into your empty, wet cunt while Hoshina turns his attention to filthily sucking on your other breast. Legs spreading wider against the cage of his own, you plunge a third finger in, and Hoshina makes a displeased sound, mouth abandoning your tits to trail down your stomach. 

“D’you think of me when you touch yourself?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice, his hands gently pulling yours away from between your legs before sliding off your shorts and panties. 

“Maybe,” you pant out, fingers now pressing down into the soft mats beneath you.

“Maybe?” he echoes, nose brushing against your clit.

He pauses, and you can feel the warm huff of air that hits your slit as you whimper a strangled “Yes” when he lazily begins to slide a single finger back into your needy cunt. 

Another fresh thrill of arousal shudders through you as he calmly replies, “Good girl,” before he spreads your legs even wider and drags his tongue through your folds.

You blink back the spots from the bright ceiling lights that dance against your eyelids as your entire body arches upward off of the mats, the grip of his hands on the globes of your ass the only thing keeping you grounded as Hoshina groans lewdly at the taste of your pussy, lapping another broad, hungry stroke, 

You’d do anything to come at this point, tears now pricking at the corners of your eyes as another blazing hot onslaught of pleasure trickles through your limbs, ruthlessly dragging you toward the edge.

He abruptly stops again, his lips covered in the slick sheen of your arousal when he looks up at you.

“Hoshina, please,” you whimper.

“Soshiro,” he exhales roughly, hips aligning with yours as he makes his way up your body to press a wet, filthy kiss to your lips.

“Soshiro,” you repeat a little breathlessly, and he kisses you again, more roughly this time. 

You can feel his thick erection as it presses down against your naked mound through his pants, and there’s little you can do to hold back your urge to roll your hips upward, dragging your wet, naked heat along his shaft. 

“Soshiro,” you say again, more desperately this time, and he groans, grinding back down against you with more fervor at the sound of his name on your lips. 

Slipping a hand between your bodies, your fingers fumble with the button of his pants, and he’s quick to take over, making quick work of the zipper. He guides your hand to his dick, wrapping your fingers around its thick girth as he asks, “You wanna feel this inside of you?”

The mere suggestion makes your woefully empty walls clench, and you can feel a fresh dribble of arousal leak from you. Giving his cock a few experimental pumps, you nod feverishly.

“Put it in then,” he murmurs, and there’s something undeniably erotic about the way he lazily stares down at you, waiting.

You guide his shaft toward your slick cunt, rejoicing just a bit in the slight shudder that wracks through him as you rub the flushed, leaking head of his cock against your slippery folds, his precum mixing with the lubrication of your wet juices.

If you thought you were desperate to come on his fingers and tongue, the heady buzz of need that’s been steadily buzzing inside of you is nothing compared to the gushing flood of desperation at the feeling of Hoshina’s length splitting you open. You’re a little too tight for him, but it feels so good—the way he replaces your hand with his own to stuff his cock the rest of the way inside of you. Your cunt greedily clenches down on each inch until you’re suddenly empty again. 

Hoshina—Soshiro—fucks like he fights: all teasing, taunting confidence. Every move he makes is pointed, purposeful. So you know he’s left you woefully empty now solely to bask in your frustrated reaction, just to hear your subsequent gasp of pleasure when he plunges back inside of you once more. 

You’re so fucking sensitive right now, it’s ridiculous—white-hot bursts of pleasure ignite in your abdomen with every little push and drag of the shape of his cock against the plush, tight grip of your cunt. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he hisses, exhaling roughly as he pulls out of you entirely once more, firmly gripping the base of his cock like he’s just as close to coming as you are.

Leaning down, Hoshina drags his lips across yours in some messy approximation of a kiss, his breath hot against your cheek as his mouth veers off. Turning your head to the side, you nip at his bottom lip, and he molds his mouth to yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. 

Your muscles tense with anticipation as you feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing against your cunt, your ass lifting off of the mat to chase the friction with brazen need. But Hoshina’s hand slips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his shaft, and he positions himself lengthwise with your slit. 

Any sounds of protest promptly die in your throat, only to be replaced by a wanton moan that Hoshina swallows down as he deepens the kiss while he begins to roll his hips, sliding his throbbing cock up and down through your drenched, sticky folds. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, fingers digging into his back as you writhe beneath him, nearly seeing stars each time the head of his dick catches against your sensitive, swollen clit.

There’s a thin line of spit between your lips as he breaks the kiss, watching you burn from the inside out with relentless, intoxicating tremors of pleasure.

“Not yet,” Hoshina murmurs, slowing the rocking of his hips as he lines himself with your quivering entrance once more. “When I make you come, it’ll be on my cock.”

When he buries himself inside of you this time, you choke out a sob, the ache between your thighs reaching a fever pitch as he stuffs your pussy full to the hilt. And you swear he must feel the way your cunt is gripping him—begging him to stay buried deep inside of you, to finally let you cream all over his cock—because he sounds wrecked as he roughly moans your name against your mouth.

One of his hands slides along your arm, fingertips lacing with yours as the other cups your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he exhales, eyes wide, his hair far more mussed than you’ve ever seen it on the battlefield.

Despite the protest of your trembling, tightly-wound limbs, you wrap your legs around his waist, keening as you use the heel of your foot to press him even deeper inside of you and pant out, “Harder.”

He doesn’t hesitate to oblige, his steady strokes turning rough when he begins to pound into you, a litany of curses tumbling from his lips as your tits shake with each snap of his hips. 

You’re so fucking close—and you know he feels it, how fucking badly you want to give in to this torrential downpour of pleasure that’s threatening to drag you under.

“Come for me,” he finally commands in a sultry, gravelly tone that you’re certain will fucking haunt your wet dreams for years to come. 

It’s not difficult to obey—not when your entire body has been reduced to a dripping, trembling, desperate coil of tension, slipping along the tightrope of a tauntingly close climax for far too long. Shockwaves of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt grip every nerve ending from head to toe as your climax erupts, and Hoshina’s groan is downright filthy as he feels your pussy gush all over his cock.

“Shit,” he pants out, muscles tensing hard as you ride out your orgasm, eyes falling shut while your cunt spasms and contracts against his shaft. “Shit, shit.”

You’ve only just finished when he quickly pulls his cock from your quivering hole and groans loudly, barely giving his shaft half a stroke before ropes of hot, thick cum are spurting all over your bare chest, spilling all over your tits.

It’s quiet as he sits there kneeling between your spread legs, chest heaving just as hard as yours as you try to wrap your head around what the fuck just happened. Subtly, you reach down to pinch your thigh, not quite convinced your late night waltz to the kitchen wasn’t just the product of a fucked up dream. 

Hoshina shrugs off his shirt, hardly giving you time to ogle what the hell he’s been hiding beneath there before he begins wiping his cum off of your chest. When he’s finished, he stands, and you slip back into your clothes as you watch him ball up his soiled shirt and grab his jacket. 

He pulls you to your feet, and the way his hands slide down your sides to smooth down your wrinkled t-shirt is oddly intimate, his fingers straying lower to briefly toy with the hem of your shorts. Instead of putting on his jacket to make up for his lack of a shirt, he reaches around you to settle it over your shoulders, the familiar, dizzying scent that you’ve come to associate with him enveloping your senses. 

–

And when you accidentally wear his jacket to training the next morning, you find what must be a spare key card to his room left nestled in one of the pockets. 

There’s a coy smile on his lips when he spots you staring down at the white piece of plastic, shrugging before he returns his attention to the rest of the gathered officers. 

[renokawa]

What about vice-cap yn got hurt during a mission hehe

hoshina hears about your injury and nothing has ever scared him more.

hoshina soshiro x vice captain!reader

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it wasn't meant to be a difficult neutralisation. there was one targeted honju to be dealt with on the outskirts of ariake─narumi hadn't even given it a second thought as he shooed you off to get rid of it. it was recorded to have a fortitude of 6.

you had ordered shinonome's platoon to follow and together, you were supposed to complete the mission in minutes.

but, of course, with the emergence of kaiju no. 9, you should've come more prepared. the looming threat of new monster creations should've spurred you to deploy more of your soldiers or be ready for anything unpredictable. it was foolish of you to undermine a single honju. you shouldn't have miscalculated this. you should've been more aware, more on guard to protect yourself.

you find yourself paying the price. breath staggered as you force yourself to reload your weapon despite the loss of feeling in your arm. the kaiju ended up being a decoy, luring you out to tear you down while no one else was there to support you. it took more than the estimated time to take it down and your injuries had only skyrocketed high enough that the operations team was requesting immediate backup. it was still too much.

"inbound with critical wounds. ETA in two minutes, prep ER."

you hear your comrades speak into their earpiece as you lie in the middle of the helicopter, pressing down on your stomach to dull the pain. it's so loud, everything. it's all ringing in your ears and you want nothing more than to make it stop.

it feels like forever until you finally land, and a group of officers waiting on the pad dashes forward, shouting out instructions as they take a hold of your stretcher.

"vice-captain! vice-captain!" shinonome screeches. she has blood dribbling from her mouth, but she pays it no mind. "we're almost there! hang on, please!"

the stretcher jerks as you make a sharp turn, but your entire body already feels like it's on fire that you can't hear the angry shouts of your juniors yelling at each other to be more careful.

it hurts, everything.

as you enter the medical room and doctors begin swarming around you, only one name echoes in your head as your eyes flutter weakly. yet that dims to nothing as the world around you fades into darkness.

"─captain! don't... to sleep... can't! vice-captain!"

─

hoshina has never run so fast.

he curses to himself. why does tachikawa feel so far from ariake? time's short when he's dropping you off, but when you're not here, when you're in hospital, it's as if the world is testing his patience.

he wastes zero time shooting off as soon as he arrives at the first division's base, not bothering to salute to anybody. the training and operations facilities blur past until he finally comes to a stop in front of your hospital room.

he feels like something sharp is pounding in his chest as he hurries inside. it only grows with every step he takes, but once he sees you lying on the bed, connected to tubes and surrounded by nurses, the feeling starts crawling across his entire body, almost turning him numb.

in seconds, he's next to you. "(name)!"

you roll your head to the side and a weak smile slips onto your face as hoshina crouches down, gently caressing your fingers with his thumb. he brushes the loose strands of hair out of your face as he exhales a stressed sigh. you seem much better than what shinonome had explained through the phone two hours ago.

"how're ya feelin'?"

"it aches," you answer, voice mildly hoarse. you wrap your hands around his and give it a light squeeze. "nothing too critical, but i took a really big hit."

"so i heard... ya stupid," he mutters, but you almost don't hear it. his voice is so delicate as though if he's any louder, it might hurt you more.

"i'm fine, soshiro, they got me here as fast as they could," you say, lifting your arm to cradle his cheek. he remains unmoving, but his pupils keep pulsing with worry, growing heavier as the idea of almost losing you seeps into his mind.

"sure?" he whispers. he's so quiet, so worried and scared that it breaks your heart to witness him like this. but you can feel the small tremble in his hands as he does his best to put on a brave face. you're not sure what he's thinking, but you very lightly pinch his skin to pull him out of it.

the same look that carries the weight of a soldier and responsibilities of a vice-captain is focused on you and you only. you feel slightly embarrassed as he checks you all over, claiming that he's doing so in case the doctors have missed something, but a wave of gratitude floods your heart all the same as his gaze returns back to your face.

you wonder, how scared must hoshina have been when he received the call about your injury? how fast was he to drop everything to make sure you were alright?

he pulls up a chair and sits while never letting go of your hand. you notice how still he is, so you let out a small snicker to try ease the tension.

he frowns when he hears you. "what're ya laughing about?"

"soshiro, this is nothing. remember when that prototype almost had you? that was worse."

"that's me," he says, simply. "this is you."

he answers as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, as if he doesn't understand why you think his injuries can even compare to the thought of you getting hurt. there are many things he can handle with his indomitable will, but even he knows that it can shatter just by the sound of you in pain, you in danger.

you nudge his arm and he looks up. "soshiro... come on, i'm still here. i'll be better in a few days."

"ya better not move until you're completely healed," hoshina insists. he starts circling your knuckles with the tip of his thumb. "no moving, no bad food, no thinking weird things like getting revenge on the kaiju."

"i won't, i managed to kill it anywa─"

"─i'll get revenge on it, just stay and get better."

you stifle a laugh, but hoshina seems half serious with the subtlest curl on his lips.

"i'll even have a word with captain narumi for sending you on this mission."

"captain stupid had nothing to do with this," you say, sinking deeper into your pillow. you stare at the ceiling above, relaxing under hoshina's tender touch. "he said he'd come see me tomorrow."

"huh." hoshina closes his eyes. "maybe i'll come too."

you shoot him a look. "no. i'm not dealing with the two of you again. especially not when i physically can't boot you out."

"ya can't boot me─"

"yes, i can!"

the room feels a little lighter when the softest laugh flows out of hoshina's mouth. he gets up from his chair and leans over you, pressing a kiss between your brows. his lips are firm and he stays there for a bit, like he's channelling his energy into you before sitting back down.

"don't do this again," he says. "ya got me worried. so worried."

"my deepest apologies, vice-captain hoshina," you smile. "i'll try not to."

"you won't. that's an order."

"i'm... literally the same rank as you."

"this is your husband speaking."

[the-silentium]

Stupidly Blind

Pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Words: 6k words

Warnings: Angst, unrequited/requited feelings.

A/N: Haven't written anything in forever! I definitely am rusty, but this man, I swear. He is worth coming back from the grave for.

Taglist: @cherryfcola

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“You look like you need a break.” A more than familiar voice breached his concentration. It was instinctual, his head turned in her direction, his eyes peaking open to take in her soft smile and how the sun bathed her in a warm glow. 

In a world of constant change where kaijus could appear from the pits of the earth to wreak havoc, where each day brought new challenges, where people survived at their own pace in their own way, there was one single consistency in Soshiro’s life. 

An immovable force whose will and loyalty have been tried many, many times by various entities with various degrees of power ranging from his own father to a Captain of a JAKDF division and none of them managed to make you leave his side. You never flinched, never wavered in your dedication to your friendship with him. His dream was an extension of yours, his fears and insecurities were safe within your heart, his plans were met with enthusiasm and like you often reminded him, his well-being was one of your priorities.

“Can’t have you faint from heatstroke, can I? I swear, at least half of this base would explode if you do.” You extended a water bottle to him.

He knew if he turned back around and ignored the gesture that you would wrestle with him and drench him with the water, that same dance happened more often than he had fingers to count. He took the gift and decided to heed your words and take a break. He was indeed running hot. 

He smirked as he dropped to the ground. “Gods forbid that ever happen. Ya’d never let me live it down.” The swig he took was heavenly, exactly what he had needed. 

You laughed in return, your jacket holding around your middle by the sleeves. You sat next to him, plucking at the grass. “You bet. I’d snag a pic before getting your sorry ass to the nurses and then use that pic every time you get fussy about overworking.”

“Threatening a superior officer of blackmail?” He asked in his Vice-Captain voice. “That sounds awful’ like insubordination to me.” He teased. 

“Insubordination?” You repeated the word like it was a scandal. “No no no. You misunderstood. I am not threatening Vice-Captain Hoshina, I am promising to my best friend that if he fools around, I’m gonna be the last one laughing.” You playfully threw some dandelions at him like you always did back in the days at the Hoshina estate. 

Mom said that dandelions are a symbol of resilience. You told him after he finally asked why you constantly threw at him that particular flower when he was training with the wooden swords. You never threw him any of the yellow carnations that were everywhere. Only the dandelions, which were less present than the carnations. They can grow anywhere. No one can tell them what to do and what not to do. They’re strong enough to bloom wherever they want, and I know you’ll be like that one day. He remembered warmth flooding his body at your words, his small hands clenching the wooden hilt. I even saw one in the crack of a rock the other day! It had worked hard enough to get there so I left it alone. But it’s inspiring, don’t you think? 

The memory played at the back of his mind, your high-pitched, excited voice making him chuckle. You had changed too, in many ways. Physically, emotionally, you matured quickly in order to keep up with the world, but kept that unadulterated joy in living and Soshiro was grateful to keep witnessing it. Many times you kept him on track and he was happy to do the same for you whenever you needed him. 

“What’s funny? Don’t believe I’d do it?” You challenged him, fire burning bright in your eyes. 

He raised his hands in surrender. “Nah, was jus’ rememberin’ some blackmail of my own to counter yours.” 

Hands suddenly pushed against his shoulders and he did his best to stay perfectly still. 

“What do you mean? You ain’t got any!” 

Hook, line and sinker.

He smirked, satisfaction rising in him at your reaction. “Ya sure about that?” Teasing you was one of his favorite pastimes after all. 

He moved to stand and your hands clutched at his jacket to keep him from leaving. He swiftly unzipped the garment before letting it drape over your face, using the momentary distraction to cover his escape. 

“I know where you live!” You playfully threatened and he smiled, his spirits high enough to go tackle the pile of paperwork waiting for him in his office. 

It was later that evening that you passed by his office to give him back his jacket, washed and neatly folded. You dropped the garment on the corner of his desk, took the thermos hanging from your wrist and refilled his mug. He took your own out of his drawer and let you use his couch while he worked. The comfortable silence fell back over the office, this time with an easy companionship floating in the atmosphere. 

Pages turned, pen scratched against paper, a snort resonated through the air, he huffed in response like he knew exactly what ticked you. It was routine. More than just tradition. It was your normalcy. All the way from childhood to your chaotic adult lives, evenings were spent together, whether training, studying, reading or chatting. It didn’t matter. This felt right, therefore it was. Why mess with perfection?

“You ever had your body move before your brain could catch up?” You asked, your eyes trained on your book, fingers gripping it tightly. “I mean like, you’re moving without meaning to?”

He hummed. “Yeah, when instinct takes over in a mission.” He looked at you, at how your grip loosened and a smile stretched your lips, a bit sad, a bit amused. 

“What about outside of missions?” Your eyes met his and he thought about it. 

“Guess when ya sometimes trip, I catch ya.” He answered, not getting where this was going. Perhaps it was related to a character in your book. 

You chuckled, your smile brightening slightly. “I see.” 

“What about ya?” He wondered, his attention back to his papers. If he wanted to finish them before midnight, he had to get back to it. 

“It happened in missions too, but also outside of it.” You admitted.

“In what situation?” 

You scratched your neck, embarrassment seeping into your voice. “I zoned in too hard, I think.” 

He lifted an eyebrow. This sheepishness wasn’t something he saw too often on you. “What happened?”

“Nothing really, I just walked forward. I managed to stop myself before I did anything else, but,” you took a deep breath, your eyes falling back down to the words in your hands, “I almost broke something important and I would hate for that to happen.” 

He nodded, understanding the feeling. Instincts were powerful things. 

“Well, if ever ya do break something important, don’t worry, I’ll put it back together for ya. Or I’ll get ya a new one.” He promised. 

You smiled. “I appreciate it.” 

An hour passed and soon he was done with the tedious part of his administrative duties. Bed time rolled around and you bid him goodnight, going your separate way, putting an end to your late routine. 

He laid in bed, briefly wondering what it was that you almost broke. Other than being distracted at times, you were not much of a clutz. Whatever it was, he was sure he could fix it if needed. 

He fell asleep with the mental image of you breaking your wind chime he gifted you on your sixteenth birthday. He dreamt that he picked up every piece and put it back together for you. 

Rain beat down on Soshiro, muffling the voices of his officers shooting at the Yojus, sliding down his face and into his eyes each time he moved to slice a kaiju, and making each step more slippery and dangerous than they should be. Fortunately, Soshiro Hoshina strived in the battlefield. He was meticulous, calm, and in control. He had his blades in hands and you covering his flanks while he ventured the front lines. 

The mission ended with a few military casualties, such was the grim danger of being a defense force officer. Soshiro watched as you currently oversaw the treatment of some kids who had hid during the evacuation, your platoon already back to transport. 

He hung around near the medics tents, preferring to wait and hop into the same truck as you instead of relying on his phone to get news of your whereabouts. 

He reported to the operation room as he waited, occasionally stealing glances of you in full big sister mode, busy distracting the youngest of the two while the oldest got his arm cleaned and wrapped in bandages. 

The little girl kept a hand tightly closed around two of your fingers and you did your best to stop her shaking. 

“There’s no need to be scared anymore, princess.” You assured her, wrapping the emergency blanket more tightly around her small form. “The kaijus were all defeated and your parents are on their way.” After ensuring that your glove was clean, you wiped the tears and snot from her face. 

The medics turned to her and she had to let go of you. 

“Miss soldier?” She called as you stood. You hummed in question. 

“Hoshina?” The voice in his ear caught him off guard. Soshiro straightened, turning his back to look in the distance and focus. 

“Yes Captain?” 

“Come back to base, I want to go over the breach in zone Delta for future reference.” 

“Roger. Heading back.” He finished the transmission and-

“See him over there? That’s my prince.” He barely heard you whisper over the pouring rain. What prince? 

“You must love him very much.” The childish whisper was so forced he could hear it better than the thunder rolling in the distance.  

He couldn’t hear your answer, the lightning clapping not too far away covered your words as if to protect your privacy. 

Ticked off, Soshiro turned to make light of your story when a young and gleeful green gaze met his. The dots connected and he knew the jist of your answer. 

Taken aback, his mind went blank. His senses dulled until you raised from your crouching position and he was already out of the tent, rain drenching him to the bone. The cold shower worked wonders at waking him. He was now hyper-aware of everyone walking around, of his heart rate kicking up a notch, of the hand closing on his shoulder. 

He coughed to clear his throat of the lump that formed there. 

“All ready to head back, Vice-Captain.” You informed him with a smile, hair already sticking to your head. 

“Let’s go then.” He led the way, your steps following after him. 

The ride back was silent as usual. It gave him time to think back to the stolen moment. Perhaps you had only intended to calm the child down with love stories. You did call him a prince after all. It was an easy distraction to the harsh reality that the girl witnessed minutes prior. He was probably reading too much into it.

Back at base, you split. He left to quickly wash up before meeting with the Captain and you to clean yourself and have a last look at your platoon before bed. 

The interaction stayed at the back of his mind, disturbing him at the least opportune moments. He found himself thinking about it so often that he even began doubting what he heard- or hadn't heard. You couldn’t be in love with him. He had seen how people in love acted and while some behaviors could be interpreted as “in love”, he knew it truly wasn’t. You were his best friend. You two had always been close. That was just that. 

The memory soon became bothersome when he noticed how much thought he gave into it. Why was he even still thinking about it? Even right now-!

“Are you okay?” Soshiro’s hand tightened on his pen, the only physical reaction of his surprise. 

“Yeah? Why ya ask?”

“You sighed. It sounded annoyed.” You explained. “And you haven’t moved from that page in ten minutes.” 

His lungs emptied in another suffering sigh, which you took as your cue to move from the couch to the chair before him. He dropped his pen and wiped a hand across his face. 

“Something’s on my mind and I can’t let it go.” He confessed. It was a possibility that talking it out would put an end to his suffering. After all, the memory was nagging his mind because he was unsure, so clearing up the misunderstanding would solve the problem, he was certain. 

“Remember the canine-kaiju mission? In the thunderstorm?” He waited for your confirmation to continue. “The kids ya brought back, well, the girl-” Somehow he didn’t know how to explain it. The words didn’t come as easily as he had thought. 

“Ya told her that you loved a prince and-” he chuckled, hearing his own words in his ears. “I don’t know. She was looking at me and it messed with me.” 

He glanced at the thermostat on the far wall. He tried and failed to decipher the number from afar. He could swear the room was hotter than usual. 

“Ah.” You scratched your neck with a shaky hand, your voice breaking at the single word. “Hadn’t thought you heard that.”

The silence had never been more deafening. 

“It's fine, ya know? Ya were just feedin’ her a story to make her feel better.”

You wring your fingers together, your answer obvious. “It- eh- it wasn’t a story.” 

His jaw clenched. 

How had he not seen it?

“I’m sorry.” He flinched in sync with you. “I can’t- I- ya know I don’t do attachments-” 

“Soshiro.” Your voice was so small, the smallest he ever heard and his heart squeezed. He never thought he would cause you this much grief. You wiped the tears that gathered in your eyes before they could fall and your smile shook. “You have to understand that pain from attachment is not only from being an officer. That’s what being human is. Sure, the chances are higher, I see your point, but really, think of what we are protecting here. Civilian lives. Normalcy. Why can’t we have that too? There’s no point protecting it if we can’t live it too.” 

His head fell forward. “I can’t. You’re my friend-” His words left him when you nodded, that wavering smile still clinging desperately to your lips, your shoulders falling under the weight of what he was sure was heartbreak and maybe even disappointment. 

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll force it out of my system.” Tremors shook your body like a repressed sob. “We can pretend this never happened.” 

He didn’t know what to do. This was uncharted territory. Unexpected lands. Could you two really go back to before after that? He sure wished. He knew you were professional, he wasn’t worried about your work interactions. He was scared that what was once a light and carefree friendship would turn awkward and forced. Still, he wanted to try. 

He nodded, one corner of his lips pulling slightly up to try and offer his support. 

“A’right.” 

As promised, you pretended nothing happened and Soshiro could feel his anxieties wash away like kaiju blood in the rain. You smiled at him like you always did, made him a dandelion crown after training and forced it on his head, replenished his snack stash and stayed up late with him, reading your books while he worked. He was content.

However, the only true constant in this world was change itself and what Soshiro never thought possible happened. The constant that you were in his life started to shift. 

It started small. One afternoon you texted him saying that you would not join him that evening for your pre-bed routine. You came back the next day like the day before had been a fluke, and he believed so. Then you paired up with someone else at sparring training. Meals at his table were skipped when someone else yelled your name in the mess hall, bringing you to them instead.

In a matter of three months, he only hung out with you properly one-day a week. 

He looked at the empty couch, the weight of responsibilities piling up before him not even enough to drag his attention back to it. The silence was heavy, like the room itself was missing you. 

Thinking back on it, he should have known that it was coming. You had said so yourself, you would get him out of your system. It was only at that moment that he realized that the blast zone was greater than he first anticipated. He was now out of your equation for happiness. 

His heart squeezed. He never wanted this. Never wanted to lose you. As it turned out, you were still very much anchored into his own equation for happiness. But he had hurt you. He remembered your face that night and he was too scared to ask for more in case he would break you completely this time, so he tried to settle for what remained. 

He was failing. Miserably.

A knock resonated within the lonely room, sharp enough to silence the storm raging within his mind. Your face immediately came to mind. Maybe today you would join him again, late, but he could take late. He would take anything as long as you were there. 

“Com’in.” He invited, his back straight in anticipation.

His hopes shattered as soon as Captain Ashiro crossed the threshold, files in hands. She was looking at some of the pages before she closed the folder and met his eyes. Soshiro did his best not to slump back in his chair. 

“Here are the new protocols that high command wants to be implemented by the beginning of next month. Please, review them and let me know if anything could potentially not be ready by then.” She requested as she placed the files on his desk. 

“Yes ma’am.”

She thanked him and turned to leave. Soshiro opened one of the files but paused his review when she addressed him again.

“I never thought there would be an evening where you would be working here alone.” She said, her own gaze roaming over the couch. “Where’s she?”

He couldn’t help it. His whole body froze. 

“Hoshina?”

“I think I broke our friendship.” 

“Your friendship?” She repeated in confusion. "Wait, I thought we were talking about Y/N."

"We are." He confirmed. “A while back, I heard her talk to one kid she rescued while on mission. She said that she had feelings for me and well, I thought she was sayin’ all that to distract the girl, but then when I talked to her about it, she didn’t deny it and I just-” he slumped, the weight of his misery too much to bear anymore, “I told her that I don’t do love.”

“Wait- you rejected her?” Her head tilted in surprise, her brow furrowed. “But I thought you loved her too?”

“I’ve never been in love, Captain.” He told her the truth. He had friends, a best friend he knew ever since he still had baby teeth, a family he kept away from, and that was it. 

She looked like she didn’t believe him. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly searching for appropriate words to express her thoughts. He expected a rebuttal, instead he got a question. 

“Do you miss her?”

His hand combed through his locks as a heavy breath escaped his lips. “I do.”

“What do you miss about her? If you don’t mind me asking.” She asked, taking a seat at the chair opposite him. The message was clear, she wasn’t his Captain anymore, only a friend hearing him out.

He didn’t even have to think about it. His hands were already moving around, showing the space around him. “The second she walks into a room, it feels like everything gets brighter. She always had that power, ever since we were kids, and I miss it. Now it feels like something is missing. It's like that feeling when you forget something but don’t know what; it's uncomfortable.” He rambled. 

“I miss her hugs too. Hers are the best. It's like she creates a cocoon around you and everything else just disappears, y’know? No stress, no fear, no responsibilities, just calm.” And she always smells so good, he mentally added. “I miss how she matches my energy. Now I…” He trailed off, searching to explain it. I’m drowning and I’m not even under water. “I feel like I’m an outcast, even though I am surrounded by friends.”

Mina nodded, understanding flashing in her gaze. “I noticed that you two weren’t together as often, how do you feel being separated like that?”

He swallowed hard. “It’s lonely. Everytime I wanna share something, she ain’t there anymore. And then I can’t concentrate because I’m just wondering where she is and what she’s doin’ and if she’s smilin’ or not.” He took a peak at the couch again, his hand stretching to find your mug in his drawer, untouched in so long. He brought it out of its hiding place and carefully stroked the handle with his thumb. “It feels like I haven’t been breathing in a long time.” A long, suffering sigh escaped his lips. “I jus’ wanna sit by her again.” 

She took in his words, the silence stretching between them. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever felt this down. You had always been there to grab his hand in reassurance and give him the boost he needed to keep his head high and find his footing.

His breath hitched, the echo of the word vomit he just spewed resonating back to him. He looked at his Captain, at his friend for whom he never shared the same sentiments he did for you. For whom he never craved hugging, or laying his head in her lap. For whom his admiration and loyalty were high, but not as high as they were for you. Whose laugh didn’t have a direct effect on his heartbeat, unlike yours. Doubt crept up his spine. 

“Soshiro.” She leaned so her hands rested on her knees, her voice careful enough to not disturb the fragile state of the room. “If that ain’t love, then I don’t know what is.”

The confirmation felt like a bucket of iced water. He felt sick. What had he done?

A hand reached out over his desk. Mina moved a few files over, lifted some more papers so she could grab something at the bottom of the pile. A sage-colored envelope, his name carefully written in gold letters. She put it back on the desk before him.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll manage here.” She assured him as she stood and left.

You were right. Pain wasn’t from being an officer. It was from being stupid. Stupidly blind. He had been blind to his own emotions. All. This. Time. What he always thought to be close friendship was in fact love. He had been too young to recognize it as such back then, and too single-minded to think back on it later on. 

Now, as he read over the invitation displaying your name in an elegant script alongside another man’s, all he could think about was that you were wrong. I even saw one in the crack of a rock the other day! It had worked hard enough to get there so I left it alone. But it’s inspiring, don’t you think? Being a lone dandelion stuck on a rock wasn’t inspiring. It was lonely. So terribly lonely. He wished you would come back and pick him. Instead he was stuck alone, in the crack of a rock he desperately climbed. You had looked at him in awe and left him there because he had put so much effort into getting at that spot. 

But he wanted you to pick him. 

Please come back and pick him. 

Tears fell on the invitation, smudging the ink. Heat spread through him, caging him in his own body. His breaths shortened, his vision blurred. His thoughts were loud. Too loud. 

He needed to fix this. Find you. Talk to you. Explain himself, beg for forgiveness. 

Soshiro stood and bolted out the door.

Soshiro knew the last name of the man who you were engaged to. Both your clans having similar mindsets, you two naturally orbited around each other. It used to be for convenience, then friendship, then without his awareness it became love. Soshiro was well informed that your clan wanted you to marry into a good clan. A clan with power. You were the first born of the primary family after all. What he never understood was why your parents never approached you with potential suitors. He knew his brother hadn’t had that same luxury, many arguments had exploded in his household for this very reason. 

Yet, today you were engaged to another clan’s first-born. Again, Soshiro came to realize that he had had it backwards. You were never bugged with marriage because everyone around the two of you could see that you were mutually in love and believed that you would naturally marry into his clan, nevermind his status as second-born. He knew your parents valued your happiness and allowing you to marry a second-born wasn’t a huge sacrifice if it meant marrying for love.

Now that he had rejected you, your parents had no other choice but to find someone for you. His nails were on the verge of breaking the skin of his palms. He never wanted to come back to his home region. There was no one left there who had believed in him, so he had nothing to come back for. Today was different. You were there. He needed to come back for you. Fight for you. 

He had hoped to find you first and talk it out with you, lay his heart bare and perhaps even grovel if need be. As it turned out, he faced your father first. 

The explanation was more awkward than what he had semi-rehearsed on the train going there. The disappointment in your father’s eyes and voice was everything he deserved, yet it didn’t make it easier. The conversation was civil and utterly awful at the same time. Try as he might, Soshiro knew there was not a single proper way of asking someone to break off their daughter’s engagement because he had been too blind to name his own feelings correctly.

He was grasping at straws. He could see that your father was not having any of it and it terrified him. He was losing you for good, wasn’t he? 

A side door opened and the heaviness of the room suddenly lifted. His eyes caught your form, walking in with a tray of freshly brewed tea. You paused in your steps at seeing him kneeling on the floor, back bent forward, a look of disbelief crossing your features. Your father called your name and the spell broke. You turned from him and gracefully set down the tray on the table. 

He kept admiring you under this new lens. Love. It felt right. Something only reserved for you. He couldn’t comprehend how he hadn’t managed to see the difference before. 

Your voice reached his ears and he found himself entranced. You were all he could focus on. 

One second he was admiring you from afar and the next he was right behind you. His body wasn’t his anymore. It moved by itself, reaching down to catch your wrist and steal your attention for himself. You looked up at him in surprise, but he couldn’t stop. He had lost control. Not to his instincts, but to his desires, and he wondered if that’s what had happened to you all those months ago. If what you had been scared to break was him, not some insignificant trinket. 

His head slowly tipped forward until his forehead rested against yours. The smell of your shampoo put his mind at ease, the heat radiating from your body made him want to pull you closer, but the hitch in your breath kept him away. Like the flip of a switch, he was in control again. Despite this, he wasn’t pulling away. Not anymore.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked, fully aware of the burning gaze of the man at your side. 

You grasped your hands together in an attempt to keep them from shaking. 

You took a step back and nodded. With a bow to your father, you left the room with Soshiro in tow. You led him to the garden. Orange, red and yellow leaves littered the grounds, crunching beneath your steps. The crisp air engulfed his warm body, offering him assistance in cooling down after the grueling meeting he went through. 

You led him to the bench overlooking the pond and took a seat. He followed suit, his leg only inches from touching yours. 

“I’m going to come back to the Third Division, you know? You didn’t have to come here.” You told him, your gaze fixed onto the koi fishes skimming the surface of the water. 

“Had to come.” He admitted. “Ya wouldn’t have come back the same.” His throat closed slightly. 

“I mean, my last name will be different, but I’ll still be your friend.” You flashed him a smile for only a second, your eyes closed, before turning your head away. You couldn’t even look at him. His hands shook, his emotions building. 

“That’s the thing. We were never friends, were we?” He said, trying to get his point across. You froze and he hurried to complete his thoughts. “We’ve always been more, I was just too dumb to see it. I’ve been in love with ya from the start but I hadn’t been able to put the correct label on it. And now,” he looked back at your parent’s house, clear in his mind that your father is eagerly awaiting your return, “now you’re leaving me for good. We’ll be friends for real this time and I don’t know if I can survive that.” 

“You’re resilient. I know you can-”

“I’m not!” He shook his head, fear creeping back to him. “Not without ya by my side. These last months have been hell. I’ve missed ya so much. I can’t-” he choked on his words, “I can’t pretend to not love ya.”

He saw how your shoulders fell, how your gaze went far away before you blinked and came back to him. 

“Pretending is hard, isn’t it?” You looked at him in the eyes then, soft with pain and understanding. His vision blurred.

“I’m so sorry I put ya through this for months.” His voice broke. He was such a hypocrite. He whispered apologies after apologies, not knowing what else to say after what he had done.

Arms wrapped around his neck, warming him where the cold air had started to numb his skin. Your soft smell filled his nose, familiar and soothing. His hands automatically found their homes around your sides, arms wrapped around your back. He pulled you tightly to him, the single thought that this was the last hug he would ever get from you making him desperate to never pull away. 

You carefully combed your fingers through his strands, the feeling making him burrow himself deeper into your neck. He forced his mind to stop reeling, to stop analyzing for ways to solve this, to stop panicking and to focus on the moment. He needed to feel everything. File everything to remember later if- if-. He needed to be with you now. 

Minutes passed by. Squirrels ran past, disturbing the bed of leaves in their wake, the wind blew softly, chilling the fabric of his pants, the sun disappeared behind some clouds, but he didn’t care. All the warmth and all the light Soshiro ever needed to live was in his arms. 

“What about attachments?” Your breath tickled the side of his neck.

“Attachments are what makes everythin’ worth livin’.” He admitted. “Without them,” he forced himself to pull away, just barely, just enough so he could rest his forehead against yours, noses touching, breaths mingling, “it’s not worth fightin’.” 

Your body shook, chuckles escaping your lips to bless his ears. “That sounds so cheesy.” 

He smiled in return, glad to still be able to pull this kind of reaction out of you. “Guess ya have that effect on me.” 

You settled, your eyes closing, the hint of a curve on your lips. He watched, not wanting to do anything else other than be near you.

You pulled away and his heart stopped. 

“I’m engaged, Soshiro.” Your features steeled themselves, a mask falling into place to shut him out. He couldn’t let that happen.

“But not married.” 

“I can’t do that to my family.” You shook your head, your gaze hardening with each passing seconds. He could see one word in your eyes, one word he discovered that he hated. Pretend.

“Why live for what they want? Why not live for you? For what you want?” He pushed. You had always backed him up to reach his goals even if they led him away from his own family. He would do the same. He would follow you and support you in everything you undertook as long as it was something that you wanted.

“You’re projecting.” You fled his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. His fingers grasped your chin and pulled you back to him. “This is what you want. You don’t know what I want.”

The anxiety swirling in his stomach morphed into frustration. “I might have been blind up to this point but I know, even now, you still love me and I very much am in love with you. I can see it. So please, don’t do this. Please.”

As quickly as your pretence mask slipped into place, it fell. “I wish you had seen sooner. I wish-” your hands gripped his sleeves, “I wish I was yours.” A sob escaped your lips, breaking what was left of his heart.

“You can still be. Please be mine.” His fingers moved from your chin to cradle your cheeks, his fingers washing away the fresh tear tracks. 

You nodded. The whimper that escaped you was muffled when he pulled you back to his chest. Relief flooded his system, relaxing his tense muscles, slowing the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat, easing the pressure building in his head. He wasn’t losing you. You would be his. 

With time, your sobs subdued and you stayed in place, safe in his arms. He kept tracing patterns on your back, hopefully easing your nerves just as he was easing his. The air soon grew chillier as the sun went down and small shivers moved up your arms. He pulled away and you chased him back, forcing him back to you with your arms around his middle. 

“Gotta get back sweetheart.” He removed his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Don’t want ya catching a cold now.” His thumb moved to your cheek when you looked up at him. His breath caught in his lungs. Looking down at you, your eyes half hidden behind your eyelashes, your supple lips sticking out in a pout, the subtle hint of cleavage in the background, Soshiro knew he had never seen a prettier sight in his life. 

And again, as it seemed to happen often around you, his body moved before any thought reached his brain. His lips were on yours, soft and tender, a promise to be better, do better, love you better. You moved with him and he could feel his body shake with barely contained happiness. 

The next gust of wind reminded him of his previous goal and Soshiro pulled away once more. The same picture presented itself, you, so perfect, looking up at him. His heart swelled. You were his. 

Well. You would be soon. 

“C’mon.” He pecked your lips one last time. “You go warm up and I go ask for your hand.”

You huffed a laugh. “I don’t envy you.” 

“Gotta fix my messes.” He stood and helped you up before offering you his arm. Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his and pressed yourself against his side. “It’ll be worth it if I get to call you mine.” 

You hummed. “Better prepare yourself then.” 

At the main house, Soshiro returned to your father’s side, this time driven not by despair but by determination. You had stubbornly decided to remain by his side instead of leaving to find yourself something to warm you up, kneeling beside him with your back straight, forming a united front. You did not say a word, this wasn’t your fight, but you were there for him, offering him silent support as you always did. 

“Son, if you ever cause distress to my daughter this way again and I get wind of it, you better hope a kaiju gets to you first.” Your father warned him sternly.

Soshiro nodded. He would never hurt you again and waste this second chance. He was aware of his luck and would not take any of it for granted. 

“Understood, sir.” He bowed deep, his forehead touching the floor. “Thank you.”

[voidsatoru]

.°•☆ jealousy jealousy

— hoshina soshiro x reader

contents: fluff. established relationship. hoshina being jealous. secret workplace relationship

“Platoon Leader!” a voice called out as you lifted up your tray from the food counter. You turned your head towards the sound, and spotted a number of cadets from the new batch across the cafeteria. 

You thanked the server and made your way over towards the cadets who huddled around a small table, their gazes fixed on you as you approached them. 

“What's up guys?” You question as you sit down at an empty spot on the next table over, silently giving thanks before picking up your chopsticks. “Did you need something?”

“Yes,” Kafka began, “I mean no, wait actually-”

“Ugh, moron,” Kikoru muttered, to which you couldn't help but laugh at. 

“Well,” Iharu began, “someone from another platoon asked if you were.. um-” 

“Spit it out soldier,” You cut off, before shovelling rice into your mouth and chewing.

“They were wondering if you had a partner,” Haruichi finally revealed. 

“A partner?” you question with a raised brow. “I mean I guess I sometimes work with Platoon Leader-”

“Not a work partner,” Iharu cut off. “A romantic one.. like a boyfriend.” 

Whaaa..? 

“Isn't this a little inappropriate, soldier?” you question, to which Iharu began spluttering in an attempt to defend himself. “I'm just kidding, calm down. Tell me why you're really asking me this.”

“Um well, my cousin saw your platoon take down a kaiju the other day on TV. He said he found you really awesome and asked me to set him up with you.” 

“Oh..” you trailed off, “that's really flattering but-” you start choking violently as you look up momentarily, eyes falling on the violet eyes that were staring daggers in your direction. 

“Oh my god, are you okay,” Kikoru questioned as she shot up, to which you waved her off. 

“I'm okay, wrong pipe that's all,” you assured as you tried to calm yourself down, eyes flickering back up to find Hoshina Soshiro swagger towards you all with purpose. 

“Furuhashi,” Soshiro began as he stood behind the cadet, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I want 50 pushups immediately after you finish your lunch.”

“Vice-Captain Hoshina!” The boy exclaimed as he stood up in terror, a hand moving to hold his neck in nervousness. “why-” 

“100 push ups for talking back to a superior officer.”

Iharu immediately shut up and sank back into his seat. 

You simply snickered to yourself as you carried on eating, only to stop when you felt a piercing gaze on the top of your head. 

“Officer. Meet me in my office when you're done eating. I need to outline the plan for your platoon tomorrow.”

“Yes, Vice Captain,” You nodded with a straight face. “I'll be there soon.”

By the time you finished your meal and cleared up, the curious cadets had already dispersed. Perhaps they were scared by the possibility of being targeted by Hoshina and ran away.  

You knocked on the office door before letting yourself in, eyes falling on Soshiro who was sitting on his desk and reading paperwork. 

You smile as you shut the door behind you and took a couple steps into the room. “You wanted to see me, vice captain?” 

Hoshina raised a brow as he stood up and discarded the papers onto his desk. 

“That's right,” he spoke as he walked over, not stopping until he was directly in front of you. You steadily took steps backwards until your back met the door, and Hoshina continued walking until his face was dangerously close to yours.

“So?” you question, your eyes flickering down to his lips before going back to his eyes. “What's wrong with the plan-”

“You and I both know that's not why I called you here,” the man spoke lowly, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

“Oh yeah?” you responded cheekily, both hands raising to clasp around his neck, fingers brushing against the hair at the nape of his neck. “Why am I here then?” you purred, moving so close your noses were touching now.

“You're here,” he began, hands settling on the curves of your waist, “so I can make sure my fiancée won't run off with some other man.” 

“Oh, Soshiro,” you whisper with a smile as you stare into his violet eyes. “Were you worried?” 

“Of course not,” he murmured as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, no longer leaving any room between your bodies. “You're mine after all.” 

He finally moved his head closer and captured your lips with his own, his large hand moving up the curve of your neck to cup your jaw. Your eyes fluttered to a close, your hands moving to now grip onto his biceps. 

“Should we be doing this here,” you pant as you both pull apart, but Soshiro wasted no time and continued to plant kisses down your jaw and neck. 

“No one will-” 

The knocking on the door behind you caused you both to freeze momentarily, eyes widening as they met. 

“Vice-Captain Hoshina?” a muffled voice came from behind the door. 

“It’s Furuhashi,” You mouth as you straightened up and fixed yourself, before making sure to fix Hoshina's hair also. 

“That bastard,” Hoshina grumbled as the cadet continued to knock on the door. 

Hoshina finally opened the door, making sure you were out of view. 

“Vice- Captain!” the boy exclaimed. “I’ve done the 100 pushups, the others can testi-”

“100 more push ups for disturbing me whilst I was doing something highly important,” Hoshina ordered, before slamming the door in Iharu's face. 

a/n: i actually wrote this when s1 was airing, and loved reading it back over a year later so decided to post it hehe

[stellar-kaiju]

hush hush ☆ hoshina soshiro x reader

details: fluff | workplace romance | "secret" relationship and getting caught | ~2.4k words | gn! reader | based on the song "Hush Hush" by The Band CAMINO | part of @d1strict99's echoes & verses event | while you and hoshina agree to keep your relationship a secret, you’re not entirely sure the two of you are very good at it.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me during the debriefing,” Hoshina comments when he enters your quiet office. 

It’s 2:45 AM and you nearly want to chastise him for not being in bed. But, a part of you knows that he can’t help it—he tries to sleep, but memories or nightmares of the Tachikawa base attack keep him up. It’s one of the few reasons he comes to take a nap in your staff lounge while you do some late-night work.

“Tch. Yeah. Sure. Weren’t you looking at me too?” You snort, momentarily glancing away from the document opened on your laptop. 

God, this white background is going to give me a headache.

“Oh, was I, now?” He gives you a sly grin, tilting his head. You notice his small fang-like incisors peeking out a little. “I don’t think I was. You just happened to be next to Captain Ashiro.”

“Shut up. Even with your eyes almost closed, I felt them on me.” Rolling your eyes at him, you resume typing on your laptop, but then he gently grabs the top of your screen, pushing it downwards. Instantly, you’re face-to-face with him.

“Mmm,” he hums, opening his eyes a little. A little shiver runs down your spine, the way it normally does whenever you can see his purple irises more clearly.

“Mmmm. You should get yourself checked for astigmatism or something. You keep squinting.”

“My eyes are perfectly fine, thanks.” Hoshina sticks his tongue out at you. 

You move to open your laptop, but your boyfriend interferes again, putting a hand on top of yours. 

“Ya, it’s late. There’s more time to do papers tomor- uh, no. Later, I mean.”

He’s right. To be honest, you’ve kind of been waiting for a reason to stop with this never-ending horde of paperwork. 

With the reconstruction of the Tachikawa base, lots of staff and officers had to be relocated. As the medical professional assigned to the division’s officers, you were in charge of sending endorsement notes and other reports to other division professionals, and providing updates about the new hires.

With a nod of your head, you close your laptop, letting his hand guide you. There’s now a softness to his smile.

“You’ve done enough work today.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, causing you to blush a little. 

Thank goodness the security camera system in the medical wing is still in need of repair.

“Hoshina,” you giggle and whisper. “Stop. You need to stop bribing me with kisses.”

“But they work, don’t they?”

You groan in response, but both of you know the truth. 

Hoshina, bless the man, finally rounds the corner of your desk so he can stand next to you. You turn your desk chair to face him, and with open arms, you let him crawl into your lap.

“You’re like a damn cat,” you snort, as you feel the weight of his body press into you.

“Meow.”

Instantly, the two of you snicker. He wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder.

“It’s fun practicing my stealth skills to get alone time with you,” he whispers in your ear. “But, I also want to show ya off.”

“I know. Me too. I wonder how the Director General did it.” You sigh. “The Shinomiyas were truly the power couple of the Defense Force.”

“We should be the next one.” Hoshina leaves a kiss on your cheek this time. “Soon.” 

“Soon,” you nod in agreement.

There weren’t any hard rules against having relationships with people within the Defense Force. However, you knew that relationships between superiors and subordinates were controversial. 

Even if the relationship was consensual, the imbalance in authority raised ethical concerns. At least there was the option for one to be reassigned or promoted, instead of forcing the relationship to dissolve right away.

With you and Hoshina, at least you had no issues regarding power dynamics. He was the vice-captain, and you were the head medical officer. You’re both on equal footing within the Third Division—you could give each other orders without question.

However, the concern about keeping things quiet was more about preserving your privacy. Word traveled around the division pretty quickly. Hoshina is also the kind of person who draws attention to himself, no matter where he goes. 

Ever since you decided to work here a few years ago, your co-workers had gossiped about him. The fact that he was voluntarily going to your office or laboratory during work hours had raised questions. 

“Why does he keep asking for you? He’s never had this many questions for the medical department.”

“What did you do? He seems so interested in you!”

And even though you didn’t have an answer to their questions, you were bad at hiding that you might have had a teeny tiny crush on the vice captain. Your coworkers’ teasing after they found out was relentless. They decided to play matchmaker, too.

Now, your coworkers were lovely people, and knew when to back down when needed. However, what you were afraid of were the other officers and staff in the division that you weren’t close to—people who didn’t know you well enough to prevent inaccurate assumptions or rumors.

If anything about your relationship got out, you were terrified of the gazes that would follow you everywhere you went. You didn’t want questions from people who did not need to know every detail. 

You and Hoshina have also reached the starting points of your personal dreams within the Defense Force. It was scary to think about the ways your reputation and credibility could be affected if more people started seeing you in a less professional light. Well, maybe that’s a stretch, but you didn’t want people considering your relationship a workplace distraction. 

(And, of course, a part of you hopes it won’t happen, but what if things don’t work out? You’ll be the talk of the town for who knows how long.)

“Hey.” Hoshina pokes your cheek, startling you out of your daze. “You zoned out.”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

You gaze at the way Hoshina’s face is pressed against your chest. In the time you’ve spent thinking, he has visibly relaxed and melted into you. It’s cute, really, how he can finally be like this around you, instead of being the one who always offers himself as the shoulder to lean on.

“You’re adorable,” you say without thinking.

“I know.” His fangs peek out a little with his cheeky grin. “That’s why you like me.”

You snort, kissing the top of his head. 

Suddenly, there’s a sharp knocking on your door. The two of you shoot up in alarm.

“Crap.”

You point to the bottom of your desk, which is thankfully covered all around. “Get in there,” you whisper-shout as he attempts to cram himself into the space.

“Come in!” you call out at the second round of knocking.

When the door opens, you see Okonogi…a rather sleep-deprived Okonogi, at that. You can only imagine the kinds of things she’s been handling at the operations division.

“Hi, Okonogi. What can I do for you?”

“I’m just taking a break,” she smiles at you. “Wanted to check in on you, fellow night owl.”

“Thanks. I actually might go and sleep after a few minutes. I can’t take any more of the endorsement notes. The medical abbreviations are no longer making sense to me.”  

She laughs lightly. “I can totally understand. I can’t even remember what the codes and abbreviations on my reports stand for either.”

“What a pain,” you comment, shaking your head.

“Anyway, I just wanted to ask you something personal, if that’s alright.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise. “Shoot away.”

“Please be honest with me. Are you and Vice-Captain Hoshina together?”

Your eyes widen. Hoshina remains silent, but you can feel him squeeze your ankle a little.

“Me? And Ho- Vice-Captain Hoshina?”

“Sorry, I know it’s a surprising question. It’s just that two of you have been acting differently around each other lately.” Okonogi scratches the back of her neck. “I didn’t know if I was overthinking it or what, but you both couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other in the debriefing meeting today. And a couple of other meetings before that.”

“Oh. Um.”

“Actually, besides that…Vice-Captain Hoshina, you can come out from your hiding spot.”

“Wh- What are you talking about?”

“He’s under your desk, isn’t he?”

You can see him freeze in surprise.

“No? I don’t-”

“And if I go over and check myself?”

“What? No, you don’t- I mean…I-”

Okonogi takes a few steps forward, and you’re about to protest, but Hoshina crawls out and reveals himself.

“Yes. Okonogi. I’m here. Incredible. I expected nothing less from you.”

“Mhm.” She regards him with an unimpressed stare. “Okay. Listen, the cameras here have started working again. It’s a pretty good thing that I’m friends with the security officers during this shift.” 

“Oh.” A chill runs through your body.

“They gave me the update on the cameras, so I went over to check how the footage was. Then, the officer tells me that they saw Vice-Captain come here to your office, and they were wondering what reason he'd have to visit outside of regular office hours.”

“Well. I had…medical questions.” Hoshina tilts his head.

“Then why were you hiding under the desk?”

“I was…uh…”

“Okonogi?” You pipe up.

“Mm?”

“Would you be mad or anything if I said that we were in a relationship?”

Recognition flashes in her eyes. “No. I wouldn’t be. I was expecting it at some point, to be honest. The Vice-Captain’s also been talking about you a lot more often. I don’t even think he realized.”

You hear a small ‘oops’ coming from Hoshina.

“So, it’s true that you’re together?”

You and Hoshina look at each other. Okonogi is someone you both trust wholeheartedly, so the two of you nod.

“Okay.” A smile appears on her face. “That’s good. So, you’ve been trying to keep it a secret, I assume?”

“Yes,” Hoshina responds. “I didn’t want to bring untoward attention to them.”

“I felt the same way about him as well,” you add.

“Mm. I understand,” Okonogi hums. “That’s actually why I asked. The security officer seemed a little curious. Luckily, I made up an excuse about sending the vice-captain to the medical department earlier in the day.”

“That was a close one,” you sigh. “Thanks for covering, Okonogi.”

“Any time,” she waves a hand. “Anyway, considering what I’ve walked in on, I suppose the two of you are having trouble getting time alone without being suspicious.”

Hoshina laughs nervously. “Their co-workers have gotten rather curious about how often I visit. But their office or the library are our safest spots at the moment.”

Okonogi inhales deeply, pausing to think about something. “Okay. Well, do you guys remember that small storage room in my office?”

“Yeah.”

“Right. Come to think of it, I’ve never been inside it,” Hoshina comments. “Well, I tried to check, but you shooed me away.”

“Hmph. You’re too nosy, Vice-Captain,” Okonogi rolls her eyes. “But I was thinking of letting you guys use that room whenever you’d like to see each other. Not too suspicious since it’s my office, and we have reasons to talk to each other often.”

“Wait. You’re seriously letting us…” You blink at her. “Are you sure? What about all the stuff inside?”

“I’ve started organizing things and clearing the room out, actually. The operations team has started digitizing more files too, so there’s no need to keep the older papers.” Okonogi waves her hands around as she explains. “I’ve also thought of donating my older collections of mystery novels and other books to the library. They’re just collecting dust in there…”

You and Hoshina glance at each other again, but this time, there’s no worry or fear on both of your faces.

“Okonogi? You are a godsend,” you immediately hug her, cutting her off in the middle of her ramble.

“Oh! Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a godsend, but you’re welcome,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “At the very least, the couch inside will actually be used for sitting, instead of holding up piles and boxes of stuff.”

“There’s a couch?!” Hoshina exclaims in disbelief.

“Yes. Please don’t do anything unacceptable on it,” she narrows her eyes.

“No! We’d never- Oh my gosh.” You hide your face in your hands. 

“Okonogi, why are you only looking at me?” Hoshina whines.

“You know very well.”

“I don’t.”

“Promise, Okonogi. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s still your place after all. Thank you so much.” You bow to her in gratitude, and Hoshina does the same.

“You’re welcome.” She exhales, looking at her watch. “Well, I’m gonna get back to the last bit of my work. Wanna check out the spare room?”

“Sure. ‘Bout you, Hoshina?”

Your boyfriend agrees in response, patting your shoulder.

“Okay. Let me just shut my computer down.”

Hoshina takes care of the air conditioning unit and the lights, and the three of you leave your office.

By the time you all arrive at Okonogi’s spare room, she leaves the two of you to it. 

When you sit down on the couch that she talked about, the fact that it is now three in the morning suddenly hits.

“Man, I’m tired,” you yawn, sinking into the leather cushion. Hoshina plops down beside you, also seeming to realize his exhaustion.

“Something tells me we’ll end up sleeping here,” he mutters with a soft giggle, pulling you closer to him by the waist.

“Guess we’ll fall asleep in our work clothes again.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “Better set an alarm so we have time for a quick shower or change of uniform before clocking in tomorrow.”

You whip your phone out for a short moment, making sure you actually set an alarm, lest the two of you get in trouble for going missing tomorrow. Or…later, to be more accurate.

“Glad we can do this without having to worry much,” Hoshina whispers, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

You smile against his kiss, closing your eyes. “Me too. Also, I know I’m guilty, but please don’t stare at me too much during the next meeting. Your squinting still can’t hide it well.”

“Hush.”

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.30

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 22, part 23, part 23.5, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29

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“Kurono.” Overhaul spoke up as he discarded red stained gloves. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Something came up.”

“Are you going to her?” He asked as he accepted the gloves and threw them into a bin. Taking a disinfectant from the corner, he began to wipe a small area of the chair Eri had sat. The day was rather long and none of them had sufficient sleep.

While it was true that Overhaul had went home late at night, the shuffling of his footsteps was enough to peek Kurono’s interests. Knowing full well where he had come from, he assumed it was safe to spark up a conversation with Kai. Of course, there was a tinge of regret when he agreed to working on the bullets. A mere check up turned into an extensive fix of the small deadly items.

“She is asking for information regarding Tamisura.” The annoyance behind his mask was a little too obvious. He hated that woman with a passion.

“Tamisura? She’s part of the Fukuo Kai now?” Kurono was not expecting that news at all. “Isn’t she the loner type?”

“She is.” He sighed. “However, that woman was given a rather good portion of the Fukuo Kai’s members. If anything, she’s basking in the sudden power given to her. It won’t surprise me if she falls drunk to the sensation.”

“Have you interacted with her during those meetings?” Kurono asked as he locked the experiment room. The only sound echoing were his and Kai’s footsteps.

“Once. There have been many meetings to which I have chosen not to partake in.”

“Do they know?”

“No. It wouldn’t be fun if I gave them everything.” It wasn’t all a lie, though. He was never a huge fan of meeting with the other yakuzas. Even before the Shie Hassaikai was established, he strayed away from those gatherings. “I’ll be back before the night falls.”

“Alright.”

“See to it that Eri-chan eats. If not, force her.”

Kurono simply nodded and watched as Overhaul walked his way towards his car. If he were doing Shie Hassaikai business, he was sure he would have to drive him around but this time he was the one moving. It only meant he was going towards his only person of interest. Whether it was a good or bad thing, Kurono couldn’t tell. Brushing those thoughts aside, he went to the kitchen. The child would surely not eat whatever he would cook, but at least he followed orders.

The drive towards your apartment was uneventful. Occasionally, he would yawn and roll his shoulders. The night was rather long and not even that cup of coffee he had 6 hours ago helped give him energy. Remembering that he had to buy food, he turned right and went for Mendy’s. Knowing what you would want, he ordered something for himself too.

Staring at the rear view mirror, he took note of the license plate. It was a pretty run down car but the plate was new. Must be a second hand car, he thought to himself. Looking at the hood, he scoffed at the dirt.

“Disgusting.” He complained as he reached out for the paper bag.

Knowing he was using his personal car, the guard would surely not allow him entry to the basement parking. Finding a secure spot a few good blocks away, he took off his jacket and folded the sleeves of his dress shirt. Sliding the tie off his neck, he checked the rearview mirror for any oddities. Seeing as it was clear, he took a surgical mask and grabbed the food.

Walking his way closer to the building, he could see a few of the lesser members of the Shie Hassaikai doing their assigned task. With his phone ringing, he took it out and answered it.

“Hurry up. I’m starving.” You complained.

“Give me 5 minutes.” He quickened his pace. “And don’t complain about the food getting cold. You have a microwave.”

“Are you walking?”

“Yes.”

“You know the guard knows your car right?” You sat down on the sofa and began to prepare the files.

“I used my personal one.”

“I’ll meet you at the entrance.” Just as you stood up, he told you there was no need. “Okay then. Just knock when you’re here.”

Dropping the call, you began to review the files you had prepared. Most of them were just gathered data regarding Tamisura and the Asaki-Gumi. With barely anything to get on, all you could do was sigh and hope that Overhaul could provide a decent amount of information. Knowing full well that he attended meetings without the precincts knowledge, the chances were there.

Hearing the knock on your door, you were quick to open it and be greeted with a paper bag held to your face. Taking it from his hands, you stepped aside and he went in.

“You look different today…” You commented as the snacks were taken out from the bag.

“How so?”

“Your sleeves are folded and your jacket’s missing.” And he looked really good. “Any special event I missed?”

“As I recall,” He walked towards the sofa and took a seat. “You mentioned you were bugged, is that right?”

“And?”

“If it wasn’t the Shie Hassaikai’s doing, then it surely could have been Nighteye or your precinct themselves. However, we seem to have grown rather too comfortable with one another that another party has taken your interest.”

On instinct, your eyes began to survey your unit.

“I was followed on my way here. Hence my tardiness.” Overhaul let out a sigh. “A few of my men are patrolling the area but as to whether or not they trailed me all the way here is for debate.”

“You set up a few henchmen here?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Precautionary measures, my guilty pleasure.”

It had been a long while since you last heard him call you that nickname. Feeling your mind turning to mush, you quickly grabbed a folder and handed it over to him. When he leaned back on the sofa and began to scan the papers, you couldn’t help but stare.

The young yakuza boss was examining files with a police officer. One of the most powerful and feared villains sat there with his sleeves rolled to his elbows while his mask hung limply on his ear. Looking at his hands, the gloves were still there but in some strange way, they complimented him. The walk towards your apartment ruffled his hair a bit too.

With your cheeks slowly reddening, you snapped yourself back to reality.

“So, uh, what exactly do you know about Tamisura?”

“As to the names of her quirk, I am not sure.” He began. “But, the records here state facts that she does need time to prep her abilities. If I am not mistaken, she needs a rather considerable amount of time as well.”

“Would you know how long?”

“Assuming it hasn’t evolved, once she is around her target, she would need at least 20 minutes.”

“Is there a time limit to her quirk?”

“Perhaps an hour.”

“That long?” You cursed at the duration.

“As for how to stop her speed, it is beyond my knowledge.” He shrugged. “Based on what I’ve gathered, she still prefers to work alone despite having a few new men under her wing.”

“How do you know so much about her, though?”

“She’s quite popular in the underground.” A few more exchanges of information, it was safe to say that you had gained just enough to satisfy Nighteye. With the bug now planted in the Fukuo Kai, the raid was now within arms reach.

Now that you were done interviewing the yakuza, the two of you were now eating the food he had bought. As always, he came through and ordered what you liked in their menu. You wanted to start a conversation with him, yet the only thoughts running through your head was the amount of time left you had with him.

“Tsukauchi has informed me that we will be partnering during the raid, is that correct?” Overhaul broke the silence.

“We are.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Back to where we were, huh?”

“Being melancholic?”

“I can’t help it. In a matter of days the raid will take place and after that, we’ll see each other as enemies. Tragic, isn’t it?”

“You were the one who pursued this.”

“Blaming everything on me?” You teased and kicked his leg. “Who was the one who attmepted to seal the deal?”

“I was not blaming, (y/n). I never stated that I too did not pursue this.” He pointed his index finger at you. Upon hearing your laughter, he couldn’t help but notice the sudden weight on his shoulders. Shaking the looming fear that crept in him, he grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down.

“Now that we’re on the topic…” You grabbed a pillow and hugged it. “What did you first think of me?”

“Annoying.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That hurts.”

“Along the way, you only grew more annoying. But somehow I got used to it and find it rather endearing in its own cursed way.” He paused and rolled his golden eyes. “Were those the words you wanted to hear?”

“Maybe. Flowery words don’t suit you.”

“Really?”

“Don’t mock me, Chisaki.”

“That’s all we’ve been doing these past few minutes.” He flicked your forehead. “But I stand by what I said. I have to go, (y/n).”

“So soon?” The words went out of your mouth before you could think.

“The longer I stay the higher they’ll suspect me. You wouldn’t want your plans to go into failure, no?”

Leading him to the door, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen in the next few days. With the raid’s plan going smoothly, it was only a matter of time before Nighteye would push for your full cooperation with their case. Would you still be able to meet him in secret? Or would the heroes truly prevail and bring their needed justice home? Could you even dare look at him when they detain him?

“Don’t overthink things.” Overhaul said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I can’t help it…” Your grip on the doorknob tightened.

“It isn’t the end of your world. We still have one more moment before going separate ways.”

“Right…” You turned around to face him. Taking in the features of what his mask didn’t cover, you couldn’t help but raise your hand in an attempt to touch his face. Remembering that he wasn’t one who was fond of physical contact, you decided it was best not to continue your action. “I’ll see you next week.”

Watching as Overhaul exited your building, you dragged your feet back to the sofa. Closing your eyes, images of possible outcomes began to flood your head. With Nighteye knowing your complicated relationship, there was no escaping. All you could do was think of alibi’s to clear whatever you could.

Even if you did file a case about them bugging you, it wouldn’t be the best decision due to it leaning on their favor. It would also be best to not let the media know about whatever footage they had obtained.

With nothing else to do, you quickly grabbed your laptop and began to search for the details once villains would be handed over to the HPSC.

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