I want Soshiro to kiss me hard that I'll melt in his touch. 👉🏻👈🏻
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Soshiro Hoshina who always needs to be in control. Doesn’t matter if it’s a mission, a conversation, or what seat he picks at a meeting—he’s not the type to wing anything.
Soshiro “Don’t get attached” Hoshina who is literally so touch-starved it’s embarrassing. He acts like he's fine but flinches when someone pats his back, then thinks about it for hours. HOURS. (I WILL DIE ON A HILL FOR THIS)
Soshiro Hoshina who absolutely did not mean to find the new tech analyst cute. Like—why did you have to look that focused while frowning at your screen? Why did you laugh at one of his dry-ass jokes like it was actually funny?
And why did his eyes immediately flick to your lips when you did?
Soshiro Hoshina who suddenly keeps showing up in the tech room. Weird how his swords are taking way more damage lately. So strange. Definitely not intentional. Nope.
Soshiro Hoshina who tries to play it cool, casually throwing in a “Wanna grab food after this?” like it’s no big deal—definitely not a date unless you say yes. Then it's 100% a date.
Soshiro Hoshina who’s completely thrown off when you kiss him first. He just freezes like—wait, what just happened? Did that actually happen?
And then—
Soshiro Hoshina who does not lose control.
Except—maybe—he kind of does the second you kiss him first.
He freezes for half a second. Just half. His eyes wide, brain buffering. You pulled him in like it was nothing—you. Cute little analyst, always tapping away at your screen, always making him feel a little too warm in the chest. You kissed him.
And then?
Yeah. No more thinking.
Because Soshiro Hoshina, the calm, no-nonsense vice captain, kisses you back like he’s been waiting for this for way too long. Like he’s starving and just got a taste of something he didn’t realize he needed this badly.
One hand cups the side of your face, firm but careful. The kind of grip that says, “Don’t go anywhere.” The other slides to your waist, fingers pressing just a little too tight—like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real. That this is happening.
Your lips move against his and god, he melts. Literally. The man who gives out orders without blinking suddenly has a thumb brushing your cheek, his body leaning into yours, breath hitching when you grab the front of his jacket and tug him closer.
You swear you hear the tiniest sound—something between a sigh and a low groan—when your hand slides up his chest and rests against his neck. Like touch short-circuits something in him. Like no one’s touched him there in a long time.
And that’s when it shifts. From "surprised kiss" to “I will absolutely ruin you with how much I want this” kiss.
His lips part slightly, pulling you in deeper. Slow but intense. Like he wants to memorize the way you taste. Like he’s pouring every second he held back into this moment. Like control doesn’t matter anymore—only you do.
And when you finally break apart?
He stays close. Forehead resting against yours, breathing hard, thumb still stroking your cheek like he doesn’t want to stop touching you.
“…That was unexpected,” he murmurs. Voice low. Breathless. Still staring at your lips.
And yet—he’s already leaning in again.
Ary’s note—I SAW YOU REQUEST ABOUT VIGILANTE READER BUT I CAN’T ANSWER OR REPLY TO IT HUHU
