Gentle showers graced his home, and while it wasn't harsh precipitation, from within the confinement of his office, the rainfall sounded much more powerful than what it truly was.
Mutely, he then gazed out of the small window of his room, letting his eyes fall upon the somber sight for just a moment, focusing on something other than printed words that, by that point, had made him dizzy.
He watched as (f/n) dashed through the grounds, somehow not managing to slip as she maneuvered to avoid the pouncing dog, that, by then had only grown a couple of inches since he'd first arrived.
A few moments after, he watched Ocelot run behind the canine's trail, no doubt crying out DD’s name in frustration as he attempted to get the rowdy creature to listen to him in place of chasing the woman, all of which made Miller smile.
Kaz's grin became even more stretched out as he watched the platinum blonde male take a misstep, falling onto the wet ground and gliding a few feet straight forth.
Kazuhira's right hand continue to hold his pen, the writing utensil lightly tapped with contemplation as he continued to gaze at the outside world, which, in spite of its gloomier weather, seemed much brighter and kind than the dark, mute colored room he worked in.
(e/c) colored eyes then aimed up at his window, and the pensive man couldn't help but wonder if she was looking up at him, hoping he'd also come out and enjoy the mindlessness.
That, or she was hopeful he'd seen Ocelot slide over the wet surface, both of which seemed likely and delighted him.
Kazuhira released a soft sigh before rolling his eyes, choosing to put down the pen and step out into the lightly chilled, misty air.
He sure as hell wasn't going to run out there and make the same mistake his colleague had just to make a fool of himself, but he would gladly stay right beneath the cover MB provided and enjoy the outside world, where, hopefully, a certain (h/c) haired beauty would join him.
A/N: Of course Kaz is jealous. I'm sorry! I just like him that way, existing with that little flame that could burst wildly or burn so, so softly sweet that it’s tenderly warm.
Based in MGSV
The reader has been there for a fat minute, give or take a year or so.
Younger reader, like around early 20′s ( At this point Imma say our boy is 40 )
honestly it’s not even a bad gap, but for the sake of it imma just post this cause it was an idea I had until I realized he was about 38 during V.
He drifts from sure, to insecure, because well, he’s a pining man.
Ends abruptly out of lack of creativeness.
Word Count: 1341
I Feel Sparks
His milky-toned orbs were fiercely narrowed as they continued to follow the young woman during her venture along the grounds of their home.
It wasn't a uncommon to see the woman walk along the grounds, in fact, it was a regular sight.
It was a blessing to him because it was during then that he'd take the opportunity to approach her and join.
During then, he would have gladly gone to her would it not be for the company she already had.
She seemed happy to have the other man join her, the young woman not seeming intent to leave his side any time soon with how much they spoke and chuckled.
All the while, a seemingly permanent V mark was formed between the golden-haired male's brows as he continued to glare in the moving pair's direction, not seeing anything else but the two, and what was much more, unable to think of anything else, because he couldn't shake off the naggy feeling that struck him.
It was a first for him, and it was nearly overwhelming.
Her warm (e/c) colored eyes squinted like a small fox's would as her lips curled up into a joyful smile, showing her amusement with a wholeheartedness that was unfeigned.
And while he couldn't deny that she looked positively precious while she expressed her joy, he was irked by the reason why she had been so amused.
she seemed fully enthralled by whatever stupidity the idiotically grinning man at her side spoke about, all to a point it seemed like everything else in the world was a sixth priority, and he was all she could put focus on.
'Would I be interrupting anything?' Kaz wondered with upset, feeling hesitant at the thought of going to her because he didn't want to see her pretty face fall with disappointment at his disruption.
- He didn't want to find out that she preferred anyone else's company.
Seeing her so happy, much more, so carelessly joyous all aside someone else made his heart slowly sink, anchored by a sudden weight of dejection.
'What the hell could be so funny?' Kaz asked himself, not taking his eyes off of the two for even a second, his gloomy heart pounding so harshly that he could barely hear himself think.
He was viciously focused, by then zeroing in on the sight of the man alone for just a moment, taking in his appearance with bitterness, because he was definitely younger than Kaz was, close enough to be her age at least.
- And it unnerved him.
That alone had him in low spirits.
‘ I'm damn near 40,’ he thought with a low, disheartened grumble, having to remind himself how ridiculous he was being.
He had also taken notice that the younger male was much stronger, having a much better physique than Miller had had before his disabling, something that made the blonde sigh softly,
'And that was in my prime,' he lamented while knowing that his body hadn't quite recovered as he'd wanted it to.
He'd made the efforts to stay in shape, but there were certain limitations he had now, and much more, he didn't see too much of the field to really keep up like before anyways.
"This is ridiculous," he started.
“ ... I'm pinning over a woman that's practically half my age,” he added softly, his shoulders falling in misery, knowing how absurd it was to try and put himself in the competition.
'It's not like I have any chance anyways,' He thought dejectedly.
However, while there was a part of him that was doubtful, there was an equal part within him that felt otherwise, and had confidence that shined through every now and then.
During his moments of doubt that came, there was an existing feeling that told him to keep his chin pointed up.
Maybe it was arrogance, plain and simple arrogance that was remnant of the womanizer he was before that just couldn’t admit defeat.
Or perhaps it was just true confidence that came from wisdom.
Because even if the younger man could get her to giggle at him, only Kaz had gotten her to laugh so fiercely that she eventually croaked and wheezed, ultimately turning into a mess of tears and happy hiccups.
'I've seen you in ways that no one else had,' he thought with a little swell to his chest.
Kazuhira had also taken notice of how close she managed to walk to him.
Much more, he'd been especially aware of how she took every opportunity to touch him, whereas with everyone else she seemed much more reserved.
'She's comfortable around me,' he then thought with a soft, growing smile as recalled that with each instance, he could also feel little sparks tingle.
His lips then pursed, and as they did, he shook his head,
' Sparks?' He thought to himself with a little huff, hanging his head afterward, contemplating over his own thoughts.
"I feel sparks," he mused aloud, feeling foolish.
'She makes me feel ...giddy.' he went on, thinking about how silly it was for him to feel that way.
In spite of his Age.
In spite of his position.
All opposing to everything else in his life that set them apart, he felt giddy.
With the same boyish smile, he then picked up his head, hoping to continue to eye the woman when he realized she'd disappeared from his line of vision, leaving the other man to move on his own, left without company.
He wore a face of confusion before A sudden tap to his right shoulder made him turn, and as he did he found nothing in sight but was awarded a stifled giggle that came from his left.
Recognizing the playful sound, Kaz then breathed out a little huff before making a full turn to the woman,
"You got me," he said while admitting defeat, though, not seeming too downhearted as he focused on the reality that she was there with him.
'She came to me...' he thought to himself with wonder.
"So...." he then started, "You seemed to be having fun over there," he continued, referring to her earlier venture with the other man.
The words left his mouth before he could think twice, and afterward, he regretted it because he realized just how petty he sounded, every word dripping with envy.
Surprised, the young woman looked up at him with confusion before she seemed to catch on, "Yeah," she said with a soft, whimsical hum, "I was," she agreed while eyeing his soft, barely existing pout.
"- But," (f/n) then added," I'd rather be here," She went on, her coy response warming his chest.
"Besides," she started, "I noticed something," she then said while daring to glance right into his eyes, "You seemed a little lonely over here," She added, observing as he slowly understood her little tease.
"Kinda like you were hoping for someone to just...appear," she said while taking a playful slow step forward.
"- A certain someone who would just happen to be...me," she added cheekily.
He suddenly felt bashful, his words threatening to jumble with each other before he released a small cough to clear his throat and give himself an extra second of composure.
"Was...Was it that obvious?" he asked her, his voice soft and low, an indicator that he was embarrassed if the blooming color that was present over his features wasn't enough.
"- He said that he could practically feel you breathing down his neck," (f/n) chuckled while recalling back to just how perturbed the other man had been.
"The man has no fear of death, but somehow, a glaring Kazuhira Miller is enough to get him shaking in his boots," she said while unsuccessfully holding back a giggle as he stood embarrassed, trying to tone down the heat that festered over his face.
'She's got me blushing like some idiot, ' he mused while timidly bowing his head, the soft expression remaining unmoved.
“I think it’s cute when you’re jealous,” (f/n) admitted to him.
Again, the reader is someone who was brought back to MB with no past, or recollection of it.
So she’s not a soldier.
Fluffy.
Talks about insecurity and such, but it ends in fluff / NO angst.
Word Count : 1,100
Someone Better
He'd been wondering what had gone wrong between them. One day things were fine, and the next he'd been cut off, and he needed an answer as to why.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked her, sounding more annoyed than anything because he'd actually lost sleep over it.
He'd spent weeks of unease all because he was being ignored, and it hurt more than just his pride,
it actually made his heart clench.
The young woman nearly jumped when she heard his accusation, and as she whipped around, she couldn't help but notice that either intentionally or not, he'd cornered her.
Granted, she could have simply brushed by him and run off. she was sure that she could run past him if she actually wanted to,
'but...' she started, ' you have to know, right?' she thought with a spike of courage, reasoning that if he'd come to her, it was a sign to just come out with the truth.
'I have to tell you,
I have to stop running from you...'
"- I like you ok!" she quickly blurted out, coming to reason that it was now or never.
"No!" she then added, willing to lay it all out.
Her heart raced, running faster than it ever had before, and she struggled to form the words at first, clumped up syllables barely making it out before she released a cry of frustration,
"Kaz!" she screeched, annoyed she simply couldn't pull through with it,
"I- I"
Shaking, she tightened her fists becoming even more annoyed with the way her words faltered.
"I- I love you!" she revealed to him, the blatant admittance stunning him because it wasn't really expected.
It wasn't something he'd planned to hear, and the face of shock he wore let her know just how taken back he had been.
"- And sometimes, I feel like an idiot for setting my eyes on someone like you," she then added, voicing out her insecurities with pain that was easily recognized.
"I know you need a stronger woman, and there's an entire population here that matches that description," she said with tightly shut eyes, trying not to cry because the truth hurt so damn much.
" Sadly, that doesn't include me," she said with bitterness, rubbing her arm as she seemed to shy down, having enough in her to open her glazed (e/c) colored eyes, but not having it in her to look up at him.
"What are you saying?" he asked her, looking down at her with surprise that morphed into confusion.
"I don't belong here..." she whispered before biting her lip.
"And you need...no.
- You deserve someone better. Someone who does." she said with a wavering glance, telling him just what hung over her head.
Every time she felt sure she wanted to confess to him, it was always a doubt that reared its head.
She'd grown sure that even if he accepted her, eventually, he'd realize that he could do so much better.
'You don't want me,' she silently warned him. 'You don't want someone who's so weak, that they can't even face you without crying.' she thought with self-disgust.
'You don't want someone who can't give you anything back,' she added with the same loathing.
"- And who's better than you?" He then asked her, watching as she went wide-eyed.
For just a moment she stilled, slowly processing his words with a face that quickly glowed.
Her mouth moved, but no words came out, and instead, little meaningless murmurs left her.
Furthermore, he could see that her eyes welled up with heavy tears, ones that overflowed and fell in thick globs.
"You could always find someone better," she murmured with sorrow, trying not to think about just how much her heart fluttered at his words.
'You don't know what you're talking about,' (f/n) mused with heartache, trying to make light of his retort.
"- And you deserve so much more," he fought back, being quick to spit out the counter.
"And you know what?" he asked her, " You're right," he proceeded, "You don't belong here," he scoffed as he glared down at her.
"You..." he huffed while he came closer to her, "(f/n)," he said before his body pressed hers to the wall.
"Look around," he told her, trying to focus on her (e/c) colored eyes as she took it upon herself to evade his.
" You know damn well you don't belong here," he said while shaking his head.
He heard her sniffle, and before she could respond back, he decided to continue his speech,
"You belong somewhere peaceful," he said with frustration.
"-somewhere where there is no infiltrations and gunfire," he told her as he loomed over her,
"Somewhere where you can be happy and find a man that can give you so much more," he said while thinking about how just a few days ago, her life had been put at risk when Motherbase had been targeted.
"You need someone better than a greedy man that won't let you go have all of those things," he said before pressing his lips to her forehead.
It was not long before he pressed his forehead to hers and he took in a shaky breath,
"I'm the one who's in over their head..." he murmured with a touch of amusement.
"Because I think that somehow, I can make you happy," he added.
"I convince myself that somehow, I can be the one to make the girl that deserves the world be happy with what little I have to offer," he said while chuckling wearily.
His little sound of amusement was lukewarm, and she could easily catch the sadness that lingered there.
She couldn't help but smile as she quietly cried, coming to the realization that he'd felt just as uncertain as she was.
'He doesn't think he's good enough for me,' she thought with amusement.
'For me,' she repeated to herself.
'Kaz doesn't think he's good enough....for me,' she then thought while she let out a tiny laugh that swelled the beating muscle in his chest.
"I just love that sound," he murmured with a light smile before he slipped his arm out of his crutch and gently leaned it on the metal surface.
Slowly, his hand moved to hold her cheek, cradling it tenderly as he finally found himself with the clear sight of her (e/c) colored eyes.
"I love you too," he said as he pressed another chaste kiss on her forehead. It wasn't long before his kisses trailed down, moving from her eyebrow to her cheek, and then finally her lips.
She’s sick of that will they, won’t they back and forth.
Wordcount: 786
Act Like It
Daringly, her index finger gently pressed against his abdomen, her middle finger following in suit before the little pair wandered up to his chest, stopping right at the center of it.
(f/n) looked up at him, her (e/c) colored eyes gleaming as she eased her palm down on his torso with a smile that soon reached the same level of charm her eyes held.
"Kaz," she nearly sang, all while caressing her palm over his torso, her other hand soon joining the first in resting on his slowly heaving chest as she spoke.
"I'm right here..." she reminded him, " and you're still just staring," she pointed out while she inched up, soon balanced on her toes to try and reach his level.
"You're always just staring," she said with a little pout that held a touch of scorn, but also equal parts amusement as she watched his face gain new color.
His fair skin flustered, and she relished in the idea that she'd done that.
She had an effect on him, and she was happy to know that it wasn't just one-sided.
'I make you so nervous.' she mused, holding back a little giggle. ' I affect a man like you...' (f/n) went on with the same elation that quickly died down before she released a little, blue sigh.
'And it does me no good when you just shy away,' she then thought while looking up at him with want.
"Why aren't you kissing me instead?" she murmured longingly, sick and tired of playing around each other and tiptoeing around their relationship.
'What good does it do me when you step back, right before we can do anything about...this,' she went on while not knowing what label to put on their relationship because even if there wasn't anything official between them, he sure liked to act as though he had the same rights as someone who was with her.
'You damn near lose your mind when anyone else tries to get close to me,' she thought with entertainment, ' But then when I ask you why, you just stay quiet,' she added with smoldering annoyance that soon came through.
'You just stay quiet or give me a half-assed excuse that tells me ' I want you,' but also, ' I don't want you,' ' the woman huffed while remembering how hours ago he'd given her grief over Ocelot.
"Can't I just admire?" he asked her smoothly, gaining a sense of bravado at her itch for intimacy.
"Yeah," she breathed, "But you can touch me too," she told him, her fingers playing with the edges of his olive-colored jacket before they danced over to his neatly pressed down tie.
The red accessory was then held in between her hands before she pulled at it, nearly digging it out from its snug little place while reeling him in.
"Kaz...." She sung softly, making him leer down as gradually, she came down from the spare inch she'd reached for.
"Were you really jealous?" she asked him, looking up at him with big eyes that seemed puppy-like and needy for attention.
'Just tell me,' she thought with anticipation that she knew could be squashed quickly by just one word, but she choose to keep alive because she always had the hope that one day there would be more to them that just lingers and teasing.
He felt drugged as he was brought closer, and he swallowed thickly before speaking,
"How can I not be?" he murmured.
"Damn it (f/n)," he huffed, " How can I not be?" he questioned her while lingering closer to her, dragging the point of his nose over the side of her face as slowly, his mouth found the same trail, the soft pair of lips gently grazing her.
With a long inhale that was filled with traces of his scent, the young woman nearly shook as she stood on weak legs.
Stilled, they stood between thickened air that arose with heat.
"-You know you're mine, right?" he said with a little rasp to his low tone as he lightly pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth.
"Then why don't you act like it?" she bit back, her response quick and without hesitation.
"What's acting like it?" he coyly questioned her as he then took the liberty of pressing his mouth to hers with a hunger that could only be sedated by her.
"Is it this?" he said while sucking in her lower lip, knowing the answer by the way her knees buckled, and what was greater evidence, the way she nearly mewled.
"Right here," he started.
"Right now," he added with a devious little smirk,
The sweet chime of her voice always teased his heart, and while he loved the sound, there was one he cherished more than anything.
- Even if it was to her chagrin.
It wasn't long before she snorted, the little, involuntary sound making his entire face perk from the rigid sternness he'd previously sported.
'This is just what I needed,' he mused as his shoulders melted down, the frustration he'd felt before evaporating.
He eyed her with amusement as she tried to hide her face, and by then, he'd gotten over the nasty spat he'd had with the silver-haired tactical instructor.
When it Comes to her, He can’t help being defensive.
Word Count : 458
Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’
Flashbacks are in italics = Example
Defensive
"Goodnight Kaz," (f/n) said with a small smile present, the color pink touching her cheeks as she bid him goodnight, secretly contemplating on whether or not it’d be too daring to give him a kiss.
It wouldn’t be much, just a simple, sweet one right on the cheek, but even then she felt giddy over the thought of it, most often shying from doing so.
Meanwhile, he smiled back at her with his own touch of blossom. Kaz chuckled, feeling his heart bounce excitedly at the sight of the charming woman.
He didn't want to say goodbye, the only thing allowing him to let her go was the promise of seeing her again the next day.
With a little bite to her lower lip she made her decision, choosing to make the first move, inching up on the tips of her toes to lay the chaste kiss on him, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She said softly, slowly drawing back while keeping her (e/c) colored eyes right on his.
“Right...” He muttered, dazed by her as she waved at him, drawing farther.
Silently, his hand rose up to touch the burning spot on his cheek where her lips had landed, chuckling softly at the action.
He couldn't wait, the smile on his face present even after she rounded the corner, heading back to her room.
"- You’re real sweet on her ," A familiar voice commented, A chuckle following the words.
Ocelot watched the bashful smile slowly fade off of the other man, a scowl in it's place as he addressed the silver haired one,
“And what of it?” Kaz retorted. He showed obvious annoyance, and even let a low sigh leave him to show distaste,
“Is there a problem with it?” He then added.
“No...no,” Ocelot said while shaking his head, “ I just want to know, Is it the way she laughs at your jokes?” He asked with a quirk of his brow.
“...Or is it how she looks in those mini skirts of hers?” He continued on with a slight smirk present.
Miller glared at ocelot, his hand tightening around his crutch's holder as his jaw tensed,
“You keep your mouth shut,” he said lowly, “And don't talk about her that way,” he added, furthermore annoyed as he understood that the reason the other man even bothered him on the topic was because of how easy he was to rile up.
But he couldn’t help it, it was natural to become defensive about her, his inner idiot taking control of his body.
‘Ah (f/n)…’ He thought while brooding, ‘I just can’t help it,’ he added right before his mouth moved, fighting back with the other man just as he’d been baited to do so.
“Y-You’re…jealous…” She stammered, slowly coming to the realization as she eyed him with surprise.
He seemed stunned at first before he heaved largely, exploding,
“ Of course I’m jealous! ” He squawked, all the while being red-faced and huffy,
“Cause, you like…. me,” she mumbled dumbly, still processing it.
‘I’ve been trying for months and she hasn‘t even noticed,’ He mused, daringly stepping closer before he pulled her to him, knowing there was only one sure way she’d understand,
“Dummy,” he chuckled airily before pressing his lips to hers, “Now do you get it?” He added with the same amusement.
