hi i hope im doing this right can i get kafka,narumi, reno, and hoshina with fem reader at the beach?
ᝰ.ᐟ OUT OF UNIFORM. → kaiju no 8
synopsis: a rare day off turns into something warmer (colder) by the sea. ft. kafka hibino, gen narumi, reno ichikawa & soshiro hoshina
warnings: cursing, suggestive wording (my fault), female reader but nothing is gender specific! can be read as gn
author’s note: IM BACK GNGGG WELCOME 2026!! ready to be back on the grind and work on reqs i’ve been receiving ✌️ btw my banners still don’t work so have these lines ig 🥀
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KAFKA loved the beach.
not in a chill, relaxing way—no. kafka loved it like a kid who had way too much sugar.
the moment your sandals hit the sand, he was already kicking off his shoes, jogging ahead with a wide grin. “c’mon, the water’s perfect!” he called out, waving you over like he’d discovered a treasure instead of the ocean.
you barely had time to set your bag down when cold water splashed against your legs.
“KAFKA—!”
laughter shook through his shoulders as said man stood a few feet away in the shallow waves, hands raised in surrender. “sorry, sorry! i just wanted to test the temperature for you”
you shot a glare at your lover, right before splashing him back.
that was all it took.
soon it escalated into a full on water fight, kafka gasping dramatically whenever you doused him more in the cool liquid.
“HEY—that one was personal.”
“you started it!”
he chased you through the waves, laughing so hard he ended up tripping and swallowed a load of water after falling face-first that resulted in you hauling him out by the waist as the poor guy coughed violently.
once you laid him back on the towel, kafka seemed to revive; sitting up instantly and scratching the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “sorry for that..” he trailed off, a faint blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. “are you cold?” he asked suddenly, noticing you shivering a little from the breeze.
when you nodded, he grabbed another towel and draped it around your shoulders, pulling you into his side without hesitation.
“see? that’s why you’ve got me,” he said proudly. “professional warmth provider.”
you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to the ocean and the steady heartbeat under your ear.
kafka stared out at the horizon, content.
moments like this—having fun, being close, feeling normal—were his favorite. though he secretly prays you don’t mention his small incident to any of your friends.
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NARUMI had claimed his spot on the beach the moment you arrived; towel set perfectly, sunglasses on, phone in hand. he was already deep into a game, thumbs moving rapidly as the sun shined overhead.
“this is peak relaxation,” he muttered. “try it sometime.”
you stood over him, hands on your hips. “we just got here.”
“exactly,” narumi replied lazily, not bothering to look up from his phone. “and i’m already winning.”
oh well. if he wasn’t going to make this easy, then you weren’t going to either.
you leaned down, placing your palm directly over the screen to block his view.
“come swim with me.”
your boyfriend sighed. “the ocean is wet. and cold. and full of effort.”
ignoring his whines, you grabbed his arm.
he didn’t budge.
you tugged harder—which made him groan.
“unbelievable...i’m being bullied at a public beach.”
but eventually, with enough pulling (and mild threats), he stood up. “fine, fine—but i’m blaming you if i lose my streak.”
at first, he dragged his feet through the sand, clearly unimpressed.
then someone nearby started a casual volleyball game.
one ball bounced a little too close—gen caught it without thinking.
it was in that moment when narumi quite literally locked in.
his slouched posture straightened, his eyes sharpened behind the sunglasses.
“oh? so that’s how we’re playing huh?”
next thing you knew, he was diving for balls, spiking like his life depended on it.
and the yelling. guess he doesn’t shout only in videogames.
“LET’S GO!” “POINT FOR US!” “DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU—”
you could only stare in disbelief.
“weren’t you just tired five minutes ago!?”
“that was before competition was involved!” he shot back.
by the end, narumi was breathing hard, messy hair stuck to his skin everywhere. but he was grinning in victory.
“...okay,” he admitted, pushing his glasses up (how did they not fall off?). “that was actually fun.”
you laughed, handing him a drink.
he flopped back onto the towel beside you laying on his side, chin in hand.
“next time, you better be on my team.”
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RENO lingered a few steps behind you, soles half-buried in the sand as he stared out at the water.
“...it’s brighter than i thought,” he mumbled, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
glancing back at him, you smiled. “you okay?”
he nodded a little too quickly.
“yeah! totally. just uh—sun, you know.”
it wasn’t until you noticed how stiff his shoulders were that it clicked.
“reno,” you said gently, holding up the sunscreen bottle. “c’mere.”
he froze.
“you can just—i mean, i can do it—” he stammered, the tips of his ears turning red.
raising a brow, you countered with a simple “you’ll miss spots if you do.”
that was enough to convince him.
he turned his back to you after pulling his shirt off, shoulders tense as you spread sunscreen over his skin, your hands careful and cool. reno sucked in a breath at the first touch, fingers curling at his sides.
“s-sorry. i’m just not used to this.”
“it’s okay,” you reassured softly. “you’re doing fine.”
by the time you finished, his blush had crept all the way down his neck.
later, you walked along the shoreline together, shoes abandoned behind somewhere, waves brushing your ankles. reno kept glancing down at the sand, crouching every so often to pick something up.
“this one’s kinda cool,” he held out the small shell to inspect. “it’s not broken.”
“like you.”
that made him laugh a little. “you’re bad at compliments.”
yet he still pressed the shell in your hand.
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“yer gonna get knocked over if ya keep standin’ like that.” HOSHINA warned.
you shot him a look in response. “i’m fine.”
the wave that hit you immediately after proved him right.
he caught your hand just in time, fingers firm but warm.
“told ya.”
“you didn’t have to grab me like that.” you responded, steadying yourself while the water receded.
“yeah,” he said lightly. “but i wanted to.”
as you paddled deeper, hoshina positioned himself slightly in front of you, shoulders squared toward the incoming waves. every time one crashed a little harder, he adjusted to shield you without hesitation.
“ya swim slow. ever consider training more?” he teased.
you splashed water at him. “says the guy who’s holding my hand.”
soshiro grinned at your tone. “exactly. gotta protect ya from yerself.”
another wave rolled past, and before you could brace yourself, the swordsman tilted his head, eyes opening to glint with something unmistakably mischievous, letting go of your hand.
“race ya to the shore,” he said casually.
“what—hey—!”
too late.
the violet-haired menace took off, slicing through the water with infuriating ease. you followed after him, competitive instinct fueling in despite yourself. for a moment, you were keeping up—and you were just about to feel smug about it— when he disappeared beneath the surface.
you paused, looking around. “soshiro?”
a second later, you felt it.
a hand wrapped gently around your ankle, tugging you under with not-so-gentle force. your breath hitched as the water swallowed you whole, panic flaring—until his other hand wrapped around your waist.
before you could react, hoshina pulled you close, bubbles escaping in a quiet chuckle as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. then kicked upward, bringing you both to the surface in one fluid motion.
you gasped for air, heart racing, though his arms were still secure around you.
“SOSHIRO!”
the grin on his face told you that he was clearly unapologetic. “you okay?”
you stared at him for a second, trying (and failing) to hold onto your anger.
“next time you pull shit like that,” you jabbed a finger lightly into his chest. “i’m actually pushing you under.”
✨ It’s official. I can pass away peacefully now. After seeing this, my soul is ascending. Don’t expect any more posts from me — I can see the light. ✨ (Also, HOW is this man this gorgeous??? This should be illegal.)
(A little something from my drafts, which I adapted 💛😉)
Dividers by: @thecutestgrotto
Narumi
Gen's kisses are harder, close-lipped, at first.
He has never been comfortable with giving others access to the parts of himself that are truly vulnerable.
It takes a few tries before he pauses, drawing away from you, reading your countenance as if he hopes to find some elusive answer there.
He never smiles, but he doesn't need to. The way his arm folds across your shoulder, holding you with insistent strength, is a plaintive, unspoken request for you to remain where you are, to give him this time unreservedly.
Gen never does anything by halves. He tries again, and again, mouth softening gradually against yours, before you're kissing him fully.
He speaks confidence into his own lips, as he always must, authority juxtaposed with heady need, slightly clumsy, only drawing back when you need to take a breath, one hand curving around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
When he finally pulls away, it's only because he is satisfied with how he's kissed you, that he's given you all he possibly can.
The hope in his eyes is easily hidden, easily bruised.
He is wondering if you want him just as much as he wants you.
Hoshina
His kisses are as unpredictable as a thunderstorm in summer, electric and elusive.
When you least expect it, his lips are brushing the edge of your ear, the tips of your fingers, soft against your bare shoulder when he passes by on quick, light feet.
They are reserved for when you are truly alone.
He can hold them over your head like a leopard dragging its kill into a tree, smiling with knowing charm as he watches you gear up to ask him for what you desire.
He never denies you though, simply toys with you a little, on occasion.
In spite of his playful approach, none of his kisses are anything less than an earnest expression of devotion.
He touches you as if he's about to pull you into an endless dance, his lips firm, sweet, hungry against yours.
You open towards him like a sunflower, for all the gentle, teasing warmth he brings, daylight seeping past the fluttering curtains of your innermost self.
Soshiro's breathing never remains even when he kisses you, and when you part, his eyes are the still, violet depths of a hidden forest lake, filled with a lover's hundred secrets that only you will ever know.
Kafka
He never hesitates.
For each time you separate, and are drawn back together during the course of the day, he has a kiss for you.
They are burning marks of affirmation, on your cheeks, hair, nose, eyelids, forehead.
For your lips, there is only adoration, ardent and rough-edged, taking as much as he gives.
And Kafka gives endlessly, of himself, for you and those he holds dear, and it's most evident when he kisses you.
He always cradles the sides of your face first, hands moving down to your neck, then your waist as he presses his lips to yours.
You both often forget to breathe, sharp exhales breaking you apart as you feel the brimming curve of his smile against you.
His soft goatee pricks you lightly, calls your hands up to his shoulders as if by instinct, anchoring you as you grow more aware of how tall he is, the breadth of his torso.
Kafka is always the largest, all-encompassing presence in a room, and his kisses feel much the same.
They are an open door to a most trusted sanctuary, simply furnished, its cosy gleam beckoning you in from the cold.
They are an echo of hushed laughter, tangled limbs, breathless whispers of intent.
They stay with you, a most welcome shackle tugging at the corded sinew of your heart, stitching themselves there for as long as you draw breath.
usually it's just his face or his hands, but you ... kind of ... like it? he's already big, much bigger than you, and he's so goofy and cute you just want to bite him—
"hey babe?"
he hums in answer, rumbling voice echoing along your back. he tucks his hand Into the waistband of your pajamas, which you do your best to ignore is currently clawed. "do you, umm—do you know that you sort of slip form sometimes?"
"eh?" he pulls his hand away and you gesture, as if to say, well, look. "oh shit, i'm always forgetting, baby. does it bug ya?"
no, and that's the problem.
"do you ever want to use some of that strength on me?"
he looks horrified. "never! I don't wanna hurt you."
you soldier on. "but what if i wanted you to? not to the point of harming me, just, ya know. manhandling me a little more."
"even with - " he points at his face, kaiju tongue lolling out. "this whole mug?"
you're pretty sure you're steaming. "mhmm."
kafka looks down, considering. "you want the whole thing? still not sure how I access my dick in the other form."
even in your embarrassment, you can't help but let out a snort. "maybe to start - what if I sat on your face?"
he's so quiet you're almost certain he's gonna deny you, but then he slaps his palms hard over his cheeks. you startle.
"sorry, baby. got in my head over it." his kaiju features slowly materialize, alien-blue eyes glowing. he hauls you into his lap and licks his way up your neck. "then I realized how deep my tongue could go."
Just a couple blurbs/headcannons
Summery: What your lazier low-effort days are like with Reno Ichikawa, Kafka Hibino, Shoshiro Hoshina, and Gen Narumi.
CW: Nothing! just pure fluff!
Reno
Even when he's being as lazy as he possibly can, he still needs provide for you somehow.
It's not often Reno gets a day off. Between training and the defense force, Reno's got a pretty full schedule. So when he gets the chance, he wants to spend his time with you relaxing a bit. He's not the type to go full potato like Narumi, but he loves sitting in bed with you all day. Usually the two of you guys will still go out and eat or something, but he was feeling particularly lazy today, so here you are in bed binge watching some drama with him. He's holding your waist, rubbing circles into your hips while you guys both face the TV. There's a bag of popcorn to your side, and bottles of whatever beverage he felt like drinking that day.
"Sorry, we should've gone out to get food or something…" he whispers softly into your ear.
"No, nothing to be sorry about. I like this, it's chill, nice, easy. Don't even worry about it." you respond. "I just want to take it easy today, I know your job is hard. Here, lets order in some food." You pull out your phone and open whatever delivery website is available.
"No, here-- let me make you food. Least I could do." He gets up out of bed and heads to the kitchen. Even when he's being lazy he still goes out of his way to provide for you somehow.
Kafka
He indulges in every single impulse he has, food, candy, snacks, and blankets surround the two of you on his days off.
Between training and the defense force, he's needed a break for way too long now. Once he's finally gotten the chance to spend the day with you, he'd usually opt for something BIG, the beach, an amusement park, a concert, etc. However today, he'd decided that he needed to take things slow and easy. Which to him, means staying on the couch with you and doing NOTHING! He'll put on some sort of comedy movie, grab a bunch of snacks and candy, and cuddle you to death. He's holding you with your head on his chest while staring up back to the TV. His arms are sitting around his back, with one running gently through your hair. He whispers sweet phrases every now and then.
"I love you so much baby. I'm so happy I get to hold you like this." He says softly. He's not upset you aren't out, he just happy, and comfortable with you veging out on the couch with you all day long. You might even stay up late like this. "Wait, are you hungry?"
"Yeah a little, I can make dinner." You respond.
"Nahhh, let's order in. What do you want? Mexican, Chinese, Japanese?" He asks while shuffling around to find his phone. He pulls out his phone and opens up the app. He hands you his phone.
"Pick whatever you want, I'll pay!"
Hoshina
He's got absolutely no chill. You have to drag him from the training room before he even considers settling down with you and relaxing.
He's always training. You never see him not training, and when he isn't he's off at work keeping Japan safe or whatever. You just want to sit down with him and relax a little today. Today is his day off, which he rarely ever gets. But he's nowhere to be found. You just need to find him and sit him down, but where is he? In the training room of course. You stomp down to the training room to find him practicing new sword techniques in complete silence.
"Shoshiro, do you want to come back to mine later?" You ask, with a little frustration in your voice. Why isn't he taking a break, he's always busy.
"Yeah sure, just give me a couple more hours, I'll be out soon!" He says with his trademark smile.
"HOURS!?!? When was the last time I've even seen my boyfriend!? Turn of vice captain Hoshina and turn on boyfriend Shoshiro!" You playfully yell back at him. "You're coming with me NOWWWWW and I won't take no for an answer." You say grabbing his wrist literally dragging him along with you.
You end up back at your house. You're cuddling on the couch, your dinner on the coffee table, his arms around you giving you the occasional kiss. You're watching some sort of TV show that Shoshiro let you choose. The scene isn't particularly messy, he doesn't have the willpower to get as messy as Narumi. He leans into your ear.
"I'm happy you dragged me out, I love you." he whispers gently.
"I love you too, Shoshiro."
Narumi
It's Narumi, the king of laziness, captain comatose; the whole room is the messiest thing on the planet, you guys just play games the whole day.
You and Gen sit upright, your head resting on his shoulder. He's slumped over a bag of chips, with candy, trading cards, and even more chips surrounding you guys. You guy's are playing some sort of two player fighting game; he's aggressively key mashing as you beat him in the game.
"NOOOOOOOO! YOU'RE CHEATING SOMEHOW! YOU'RE COPYING THE BOWL CUT LOSER OR SOMETHING!!!" He screams out. He playfully pushed you over. You scream out and hit him back in response. The game ends while you guys begin to play fight. "You wanna start a new game? I've got smash bros or something?" He asks
"Yeah okay sounds good, you're gonna loose to me AGAIN!" you playfully say back to him.
"Yeah you're gonna be the only loser here! I will win, and then you're gonna have to stop copying whatever bowl cut does." he responds nudging your arm.
"wait can we eat first? Like order in?" You ask.
"Ugggh sure. I've got cup of noodles though if you want that instead."
"Sure, I don't see why not." You don't. But also you don't really feel like going outside, and neither does he so it works out. You get up to heat up the water, and disappear for a bit making the noodles. After a couple minutes pass you return with the noodles handing him one.
"here you go, be careful, it's hot."
"So are you." he responds teasingly.
"Okay bud, pack it up." You say back to him. You love that man to death, you just wouldn't admit it.
