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Awakening Memories

authors note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Narumi Gen x fem!reader

summary: Gens old "friend" from training days shows up suddenly. His world gets shaken up but in the mids of all the chaos old memories of feelings and shared moments bubble up.

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 6.2k

The moment you stepped into the war council chamber, Narumi forgot how to breathe. The same energy, the same quiet confidence — the same sharp gaze that used to cut him off mid-sentence during their Defense Force entrance exams and training. Only now, years later, you wore a tailored black combat jacket with the gleaming insignia of Second Division Captain stitched in silver over your chest.

And you looked… even more impressive than he remembered.

Damn.

“Captain of the Second Division,”you said coolly, offering a nod toward the table of commanders. Your voice was steadier than anyone else in the room — firm but smooth,“Reporting in.”

Narumi leaned against the back wall, chewing gum lazily, hoping you didn’t notice the way he straightened his posture just slightly. He didn’t know why the room suddenly felt warmer. Commander Shinomiya motioned you toward the round table,“Captain Y/n. Good. We’ll begin.”

Kafka stood silently at the far end, flanked by guards and Vice-Captain Hoshina, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the Kaiju-turned-human since you had walked in. Narumi wasn’t just here because of Kafka’s status review — he was also curious about this new shift in leadership dynamics.

What he hadn’t expected was you.

Back when they were recruits, she’d been the only person who could go toe-to-toe with him in both theory and live combat. She didn’t just match his scores — she beat them. Once. And he’d never lived it down. He couldn't deny that you were good. Maybe not as naturally talented as him, but you always had him beat in terms of mentality and discipline. It was almost as ironclad.

You weren’t friends exactly. But you weren’t rivals either. You were something in between — two stars on parallel trajectories. Until you vanished into the high-performance squad pipeline of the Second Division.

And Narumi… well, he got First Division. The poster boy. The gamer-slacker-genius. He hadn’t thought about you in a while. Not seriously.

Until now.

As the Kafka deliberations began, most of the room focused on bureaucratic fallout, threat classification, and chain of command updates. But Narumi watched her. You sat back in your seat, expression unreadable but attentive. The flicker in your eye when Kafka mentioned his guilt. The tightness in your jaw when Director Isao’s name was brought up.

Narumi finally spoke when the room quieted,“Let’s not forget Kafka saved all our asses against No. 10.”

General nods followed. Murmured agreements.

“Doesn’t erase the threat factor,” one old official muttered. “Sentiment shouldn’t dictate defense policy.”

Narumi rolled his eyes,“Yeah, well, maybe if you people had to stand on the battlefield once in your lives, you’d have a little more respect for sentiment.”

That earned him a glare. A couple, actually. Then you spoke again.

And somehow, your voice cut cleaner than any reprimand. “We’ve all seen Kafka’s power,” you said calmly. “We also know power without discipline is just destruction waiting for a trigger. The question isn’t just whether he’s a danger—but whether we’re capable of guiding him.”

You shot a glanc at Narumi. Your eyes now locked for the first time in years. And that… look?

Yeah. He was done for.

___ _ _ _

Later, outside the war room, Narumi caught up with you in the hallway.

“So,” he said, grinning. “Second Division, huh?”

You didn’t slow down,“Still with the First, I see. Didn’t expect you to stick with structure this long.”

“Ouch,”he chuckled,“You wound me, Captain.”

You looked over at him then — really looked — and for a heartbeat, your expression softened,“You’ve changed.”

“Yeah?” he said, suddenly unsure,“How so?”

“Less punk. More… polished. Still a pain in the ass, though,” you grinned. He laughed, scratching the back of his neck,“Takes one to know one.”

A beat of silence stretched between the two of you, before you turned slightly, walking backward now as you studied him, “You know I almost got your position, right?”

He blinked, “What?”

“First Division Captain. I was offered it first. I turned it down,” you explained.

That hit like a bolt of lightning.

“…No kidding?,” his face totally shocked. You nodded, “I knew I wasn’t the right fit. The Second was where I needed to be.”

Narumi shoved his hands in his pockets, chewing on that,“Damn. You’d have probably done better than me.”

You smiled—finally,“No, you were the perfect choice. You make people believe in what seems impossible. Me? I make sure they survive it.”

And for a moment, that quiet truce between them turned into something warmer. Familiar. The kind of thing built on years of parallel steps and missed connections.

Narumi leaned a little closer,“You free tonight?”

You blinked,“What?”

“For a drink,” he said smoothly,“Catch up. Maybe yell at each other over ramen.”

You chuckled,“Tempting. But I’ve got briefings until midnight.”

“Rain check?,” he asked. She glanced back at him as she walked away, “Only if you don’t make it weird.”

“Too late,” he called after you. You didn’t turn around, but he saw the smile on your face, as you went.

___ _ _ _

Reconnaissance missions were supposed to be boring. Going in, gather information, leave. That’s what Reno had said. But the moment he saw Captain Narumi and Captain Y/n drop out of the stealth transport side-by-side — practically in sync — he blinked hard and leaned in toward the control monitors.

“…Are they always like this?” he asked.

Mina crossed her arms,“Only when they’re trying to show off.”

Kafka just gawked,“I didn’t even know Captain Narumi could follow orders that well.”

Meanwhile, on the field…

“Left flank’s shallow,” you said through comms, crouched low in the tall grass beside the ruined highway sector.

“Copy that,” Narumi said, "And by the way, you still stomp when you land. Sounded like a Kaiju sneezed.”

You scoffed, eyes scanning the thermal feed in your HUD,“Sorry I don’t land like an anime protagonist.”

He grinned,“You could, though. Would look good.”

“I’m still not dating you, Narumi,” you replied, in full annoyance.

“…Didn’t ask,” he said, smirking behind his visor. But the rhythm was there. That invisible thread between you — two minds syncing like muscle memory. Just like old times. You both breached the abandoned containment zone silently, a pair of black streaks between shattered structures and broken sky. The recon readings were coming in scrambled, but your banter didn’t break for a second.

“East corridor. Thermal pings ahead,” you commanded.

“Got it. You still hog the best cover points?,” Narumi asked.

“You still forget to reload your auxiliary rounds?,” you teased.

“Touché.”

Meanwhile at the Control tower

In the control tower, Mina leaned back and muttered, “Are they flirting or fighting?”

Kafka squinted at the screen,“It’s like…a weirdly romantic tactical tennis.”

Reno laughed,“Okay, but why aren’t they dating then?”

Mina and Kafka glanced at each other. Then back to the feed, where Narumi and Y/n vaulted a collapsed building wall together, landed side by side, and immediately cleared opposite directions without a word. Mina sighed,“She used to be stationed at Sector Eight. Different Defense Center.”

“And?,” Reno asked eagerly.

“She dated some sniper guy from Medical Department,” Mina replied slowly, as if not sure if she should pass on this information.

“…No offense, but that sounds so mid compared to Captain Narumi,” Reno stated. Kafka tilted his head,“Wait, you like Narumi now?”

“I respect the power of good banter,” Reno replied,“Sue me.”

Back on the field…

The Kaiju nest turned out to be a cluster of dormant eggs tucked under debris — a prelude to something bigger. But you and Narumi had it under control. You tossed a sonic charge, he covered the ridge. You marked coordinates, he called for pickup. Seamless. Sharp. Fun. As you waited for extraction, crouched under a slanted concrete awning, Narumi tilted his head toward you, “So. Sector Eight.”

You glanced at him sideways,“…Is this the part where you pretend you haven’t stalked my file?”

“I didn’t,” he said,“Kafka did. Reno made a spreadsheet.”

“…Of my exes?,” you were caught aback.

“And tactical reasons why you shouldn’t have dated any of them,” Narumi shot back at you with a smile of the devil. You blinked,“They seriously have the time for that?”

He grinned,“I like to think they’re invested in your happiness.”

“And you’re not?,” you question him, now fully immersed into this game of his questions.

“I’m invested in being better than all your exes combined,” he teased.

You stared at him,“You’re lucky you’re good at recon.”

“I’m also good at hand-to-hand,”he said with a cocky smile. You raised an eyebrow,“Gen, are you flirting with me during a mission?”

“Only if you’re into it,” he clarified. You bumped his shoulder with yours,“God....You’re insufferable.”

“Still not a no,” he said, mouth twitching with amusement.

Back at base…

The moment you stepped out of the transport, Reno was waiting. Arms crossed. Smug.

“So,” he said,“Why aren’t you two dating again?”

You barely had time to unclip your gloves before you shot him a look,“Not this again.”

Narumi gave him finger guns,“Ask her ex-boyfriends. There’s a long line of regrets.”

You groaned,“It’s because I wasn’t here. Simple.”

“Yeah,” Reno muttered,“But now you are.”

Mina passed by with a clipboard,“Keep your helmets on, boys. Let them be colleagues.”

Narumi leaned toward you, voice dropping as you walked past the others,“…Unless you don’t want to be just colleagues.”

You paused. Just for a second. Enough to smirk up at him,“We’ll see how the next mission goes.” He tilted his head, “Challenge accepted.”

And as the sun dipped low behind the Defense Force towers, the tension between you — competitive, clever, coiled with years of missed timing — sparked again. This time, maybe for real.

___ _ _ _

It had been a few weeks. And to be honest, you've settled into your new base really well. Especially thanks to the others. You immediately took Reno and Kafka to your heart with their chaotic nature. And you were also very good with Mina. That's why you were really looking forward to this mission. All of you at a soiree, just gathering information, finally something quiet for once.

The ballroom glittered. A golden canopy of chandeliers hung high over polished marble floors. Laughter and jazz clinked alongside champagne flutes, while Defense Force agents—disguised as diplomats, heiresses, and arms dealers—mingled beneath the surface tension of espionage.

You stood at the top of the grand staircase, one hand resting on the banister, your eyes scanning the crowd for your contact. Narumi was supposed to be your plus one. Except you had agreed to go with Vice-Captain Hoshina. Or… so you thought.

“KAFKA,” You hissed through your earpiece. From the rooftop comms station, Kafka flinched,“It was Reno’s idea!”

Reno’s voice crackled through,“Technically, a strategic pairing. For maximum charisma output.”

You sighed, resisting the urge to rip the tiny earpiece out. Down below, Narumi was watching you with his mouth slightly open, a tumbler of something amber forgotten in his hand. You didn’t notice—yet. But everyone else on the comms sure did.

“Yo…,” Kafka muttered,“He’s frozen.”

“Like—glitched,” Reno added.

“Rage-quitting reality,” Mina confirmed.

You were asked to dress for the occasion, so you went shopping or more like treating yourself with the buisiness card of the department. Your gown was royal blue satin, deep-cut and draped with sharp elegance. It hugged you like a second skin, catching light with every step, gliding like water. Gen was still staring when you approached.

“…You okay there, First Division?,” you asked with a smile. His eyes finally moved—from your heels, slowly upward. When they met yours, he smirked weakly,“I’m fine. Just forgot how to speak for a second.”

You arched a brow,“You clean up okay too.” And he did—black suit, tie loose, silver cufflinks, a devil-may-care expression tempered just enough to pass for elegant. The scars on his hands and the devil in his smile gave him away if anyone looked too closely.

“Can’t believe you got me in a dress,” you muttered.

He leaned in, voice low near your ear,“I didn’t. Reno did. But I’m thanking him forever.”

You fought the warmth in your cheeks and focused on the mission.

The night went well, drinks, little talks here and there and a very gentleman-like version of Narumi. As the time passed by something seemed to change, but you didnt notice.

So it wasnt surprising, that an hour later, the ballroom had shifted into organized chaos. You and Gen played the room like pros—working in mirrored motion. Every comment timed. Every glass clinked strategically. Every cover identity watertight.

It felt easy. Too easy. Until it wasn’t.

“Y/n,” Gen whispered into the glass he was pretending to sip from,“Northeast alcove. Guy in the bone-white suit. He hasn’t moved in twenty minutes.”

You turned discreetly. The man was massive. Bald. Eyes milky. Skin too pale, like something bloated. He stood under a fresco, arms crossed. Goliath, your target. And then—he moved. Slow. Deliberate. Straight toward a server tray. You watched, pretending to adjust your bracelet. He slipped a fingertip into one of the champagne flutes—just for a second—before sending it off to a circle of high-level guests.

Your blood turned cold,“Gen…He’s infecting them.”

Gen’s smile dropped.

“I’ll tail the server,” you whispered,“You stay on him.”

“Copy that,” Narumi replied as he got moving. But as soon as you moved, Goliath looked at you. Not a glance. Not a casual pass-by.

He saw you. And smiled. Like he knew.

Suddenly, everything moved fast. The flute you were tracking shattered on the floor—one of the guests had collapsed, seizing. People screamed. Goliath turned, pushing through the crowd. Narumi didn’t wait.

“Engaging!,” he barked through comms. From the rooftop, Mina shouted, “Not yet! No weapons inside!”

“Too late!”

Narumi took off after Goliath, blazer flying behind him. You kicked off your heels and followed, dress hitched above your knees.

A utility hallway. Dim. Cold. You caught up just in time to see Narumi lunge, elbow first, pinning Goliath against the wall. But the man’s skin bubbled. His face split sideways like paper peeling in a breeze.

“No—,” you gasped, “He’s shifting!”

Goliath’s arm exploded outward in a mass of sinew and bone. He slammed Narumi back. You sprinted forward, grabbing a fire axe from the wall and swinging at his side. The blade cracked, but didn’t cut deep enough. He turned on you—and Narumi grabbed the broken axe and shoved the blunt end into Goliath’s eye. With a shriek, the Kaiju hybrid bolted—smashed through the end wall and vanished into the night.

Silence. You and Narumi stood in the rubble, catching your breath, inches apart.

“Hey,” he said hoarsely, “Nice save.”

You tried to steady your breath,“Yours was better.”

“…You okay?,” he asked softly. You nodded. He looked down at your dress, now torn at the hem, streaked with ash and blood.

“You’re never going to let Reno pick our assignments again, are you?,” Narumi joked. You laughed shakily,“He’s on cleanup duty for a month.”

“…You looked incredible tonight, by the way,” he added. You looked up at him, surprised,“And right now?”

He smiled,“Like the most dangerous person in the room.”

You stepped closer,“That’s your type, isn’t it?”

His voice dropped, “Only when they’re wearing blue.”

___ _ _ _

The medical wing smelled like antiseptic and regret. Your formal gown—what was left of it—had been cut at the seams and replaced with a thin Defense Force gown. Your skin burned. Not like fire. Like something wrong was moving. You hadn't noticed until you and Narumi were back in the defence centre.

“Vitals are spiking again,” murmured one of the nurses,“We need the Kaiju Contamination Unit.”

“I said no quarantine,” you muttered, teeth gritted,“I can walk.”

From across the room, Gen Narumi crossed his arms,“You can barely sit up Y/n.”

You shot him a look,“Weren’t you just bleeding from three places last night?”

He smirked,“Yeah. But I looked good doing it.”

Despite the heat under your skin, you rolled your eyes. The problem wasn’t the pain—it was the awkward pressure between you and Gen. Like the aftershock of that ballroom moment was still stretching between you. Everyone noticed it. Mina cleared her throat aggressively every time you looked at each other. Reno kept raising his eyebrows at Kafka like do you see this?. Even Hoshina gave you a thumbs-up as he passed your bed. But then— The door hissed open.

And in stepped Jake. Jake Sullivan. Second Division Medical Lead. Half-American. Smug. Way too familiar with your body. And, unfortunately, your ex.

“Y/n,” he said, in a voice that practically purred,“You’re always dramatic when I’m on rotation.”

Your stomach dropped. Gen straightened like someone lit a fire under him.

“You called him?,” he barked at Kafka and Mina.

“We needed a contamination specialist,” Mina said, annoyed,“ And he’s the best.”

“She dated him,” Narumi barked at them.

“I broke up with him,” you clarified, glaring at Jake, “Three months ago.”

Jake ignored everyone, pulling on gloves and strolling to your side like it was a rom-com instead of a medical crisis.

“Still as stunning as ever,” Jake said, gently brushing a knuckle along your cheek. You flinched. Gen’s jaw locked,“Touch her again and I’ll break your wrist.”

Jake blinked,“Jealousy? Really? Cute.”

You groaned, trying to sit up, but your stomach twisted violently. You gasped. Gen was at your side instantly. “Y/n?”

“It’s spreading,” Jake said more seriously now, checking the blackening veins up your arm,“The Kaiju blood is bonding with her. It’s intelligent. Possibly hive-driven. She needs isolation and extraction treatment. Now.”

“Hell no,” You shook your head, “I’m not leaving base.”

Jake frowned,“You could turn.”

“I won’t,” you tried to mouth.

“But if you do, you could be the next Goliath—,” the nurse said. Gen cut in, voice low and deadly,“She said she won’t.”

The entire room went silent. Even Jake backed off a step. You were transferred to a private recovery room—only because Kafka and Mina threatened Jake with reassignment. The room was quiet, low-lit, machines quietly tracking your vitals. Narumi stood in the corner. Brooding. Silent. You finally looked at him,“Say it.”

He looked up,“Say what?”

“That I was reckless. That I shouldn’t have jumped into the field. That you could’ve handled it,” you told him.

“No., He crossed the room slowly,“I was going to say I should’ve pulled you out the second he touched you,” Narumi declared. You blinked. “Jake?”

“No. Goliath. That Kaiju blood—,”He trailed off. His voice cracked. “I should’ve protected you.”

You reached for his hand, surprised to find your fingers trembling.

“You’ve saved me more times than I can count,” you whispered. “Let me save myself too.”

He took your hand gently,“I just—”

“I’m not dating Jake,” you said slowly, eyes starting to shut down again. He didn’t answer.

“I don’t want Jake,” you said again, firmer this time.

“…Then who do you want?,” his voice was low. Controlled. Barely. Your heart thundered. But before you could answer— Your heart monitor spiked. The pain was back. Worse now. You cried out, grabbing your head as your vision swam. Black veins pulsed up your neck. Narumi shouted for help, hitting the emergency comm. But even as the medics rushed in and tried to stabilize you, you could still feel his hand gripping yours, fiercely, like letting go would be worse than infection.

“I’ve got you,” he said over the chaos, “I’ve got you.”

___ _ _ _

Three days ago: Darkness had a rhythm. In the facility Jake had hidden you in—no, trapped you in—it pulsed with a quiet hum. Machinery. Electric locks. Monitoring sensors. The flicker of synthetic light. It had been days. Maybe a week. And still, no one had come. Because Jake made sure they couldn’t. You had almost been cleared for release. The kaiju blood was stabilized inside you—neither rejected nor activated. You could feel the way it simmered under your skin, waiting. Jake had insisted you stay longer,“Just for observation,” he said with that polished smile.

You didn’t realize until you woke up cuffed to a medical cot, your body aching, your access badge stripped. Jake stood over you in his white lab coat like a reaper dressed for a gala.

“You’re not sick, Y/n,” he whispered,“You’re evolving.”

Present: Now, in the dark of your cell—a sterile room disguised as a recovery suite—you pieced together what he’d done. You’d seen the blood-stained notes. The subjects before you. Jake had joined Goliath. He hadn’t been studying kaiju blood to eliminate it. He wanted to merge it. Create controlled hosts. You were one of the first to survive the bonding.

You were “proof.” And to him, that made you his.

Meanwhile in the Defense Force HQ – Command Room

“They haven’t answered any of our check-ins,” Mina snapped, arms crossed, furious. “Jake’s last message said Y/n was resting and couldn’t receive guests.”

Gen slammed his fist on the table,“He’s lying.”

“He’s a registered scientist,” Kafka argued,“He’s high security. If we go in without evidence—”

“He has her,”Gen stood up so fast his chair crashed behind him,“Give me clearance. I’m going. Now.”

Reno, Hoshina, and Mina all stood behind him without hesitation. Kafka met Narumi’s eyes—and gave a slow, grim nod,“Go get her.”

Somewhere along the lines Jake had locked you into the research lab of the Hospital wing. He said, you were infectious. He said, it would be better for the rest of the base.

This was, when you realised that something was wrong. Whis was not a security measure but a hostage-taking. Jake had locked you up. And you didn't know why. But you didn't like this situation at all. You wanted to get out of here. You had waited. Watched Jake’s patterns. Gathered energy. Controlled your breathing. Pretended to still be sedated.

When the door hissed open for his next injection, you struck. Elbow. Knee. Scalpel from the tray. The bastard still smirked as he bled,“My perfect little angle or should I say specimen… don’t damage yourself.”

You ran. No shoes. Just the thin gown and the Kaiju blood humming in your veins. Your footsteps echoed through sterile halls that reeked of ozone and chemicals. Alarms screamed behind you.

Meanwhile, the rescue squad had merged a plan to find you or safe you. Since they didnt knew what situation they would find themselves in.

“This place is off the map,” Reno muttered, looking at the half-submerged lab facility hidden behind the cliffs, “Goliath’s been busy.”

“We go silent,” Gen ordered, “No one engages until we find her.”

“Copy,” the rest of the squad answered. They moved through the dark like ghosts—silent, lethal, focused. Gen’s pulse was a war drum. He didn’t blink. Not once. If he didn’t get to you in time—

No. He would. He had to.

___ _ _ _

You skidded around a corner—right into a corridor lit by faint backup power. A figure sprinted in from the other side, tactical boots echoing. Gun raised. Eyes wild.

“Y/n—!,” a voice called.

“GEN—!,” You collided with him. Arms wrapped around each other. Breathing ragged. He held you like something breakable and precious all at once. Hands pressed to your cheeks, your waist, your back—she’s here she’s real she’s safe—

Then Jake’s voice rang over the intercom,“You can’t have her, Narumi. She’s the future. Our future.”

Gen's jaw clenched,“I’ll kill him.”

“You’ll have to catch him first.”

Then the lights shut off. Alarms triggered motion-sensitive doors. Black-uniformed guards, altered by Kaiju bio-serums, emerged from the shadows—eyes glowing, bodies misshapen beneath armor. Reno and Hoshina cleared the way behind you both, bullets singing. Kafka arrived with a full unit on flank. You grabbed a gun from a fallen guard and moved into formation, side by side with Gen.

“Can you fight?,” he asked, panting. You smiled grimly. “I’m not the same girl you left in the med bay.”

“Good,”He leaned in as the gunfire started again. “But you’re still mine.”

___ _ _ _

It was over. The Kaiju blood had been drained from your body—methodically, carefully—thanks to a breakthrough Kafka and Reno made with a new neutralizer strain. You remembered the sting, the exhaustion, and then… silence. Peace. The monster inside you was gone. But so was most of your energy. Your once-sharp reflexes were dulled. You’d tire walking down the hallway. Even your usual snark came in soft doses. You weren’t broken. Just… rebooting. Which is why Mina had marched into the medical bay with a clipboard and a tone of finality,“You’re moving in with Narumi.”

You blinked,“…I’m sorry?”

“He has a big place. Spare rooms. He owes you. And he’s annoying enough to make sure you eat and rest,” Mina explained the situation.

“Mina—,” you said, eyes wide open. She didn’t let you finish,“You almost died. Humor me.”

And like that, you found yourself standing in the doorway of Narumi’s living quarters.

It started awkwardly. He had cleaned. Or at least tried to. The couch was still half-buried under manga, energy drink cans, and action figures lined up in a battle formation across the TV stand.

“This was all Reno,” he lied instantly.

You smirked,“Sure it was.”

“Okay, maybe like 70/30. Me to Reno. But it’s strategic clutter.”

“I’m honored to be recovering in the middle of a war between plastic Gundams and chaos.”

Still—despite his usual laziness, he tried. He made you tea (and remembered the kind you liked). He reminded you to take your supplements with your meals. He watched cheesy old kaiju movies with you when sleep wouldn’t come. And when you had nightmares?

You’d find him asleep in the chair by your bed the next morning. Sometimes still in uniform. Always close.

Days passed like water—slow, warm, and filled with the kind of comfort you didn’t realize you’d missed. You laughed more. He blushed more. And somewhere between reheating leftovers and watching a meteor shower from his tiny balcony, you started falling again. This time, harder.

___ _ _ _

It was a random friday night. You were curled on the couch in an oversized hoodie (his, of course), your legs tucked under you as you tried and failed to beat him at a retro game.

“No way—how are you so good at this?,” you giggled.

“I’ve had years of no life,” he grinned, “You were busy almost taking my job back then, remember?”

You threw a popcorn kernel at him. He dodged, but barely, “Assault. Bold move from someone under medical observation.”

“You’ll live,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes lingering on your face longer than usual,“I will.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart flutter. You tried to look away—but his eyes didn’t move. His voice went softer,“You scared the hell out of me.”

“…I know,” you said, looking away shyly.

“I thought I lost you,” he admitted. You sat quietly, hands tightening around the controller, “I thought I lost myself.”

Silence. Then, the controller was taken gently from your hands. You looked up to find him kneeling in front of the couch, eyes blazing and vulnerable at once.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, “You challenge me. You keep me sharp. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

You blinked, “Gen—”

“Let me say it,” he pleaded. You nodded.

“I like you. I really like you. I have since the trainee days. I didn’t say anything because I was a mess. But when I thought you might not come back… I couldn’t keep pretending,” he looked nervous. Gen Narumi. Nervous. So you leaned down, gently brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and whispered, “Then stop pretending.”

He blinked. You kissed him. And this time, it wasn’t chaotic or rushed or desperate. It was slow. Sweet. Deep. A thousand unspoken promises pressed between your mouths. His hands cradled your jaw like you were fragile glass—but you kissed him back like he was the air you needed. When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re not allowed to leave again,” he murmured, “Ever.”

You grinned,“I live here, remember?”

“Right," He laughed softly,“Guess I better clear the rest of the Gundams out of your room.”

You smiled, settling into the crook of his shoulder,“Leave a few. It’s starting to feel like home.”

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