𝖪𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 : way too cheesey
Summary: Three times Kamui tried to deal with his feelings, and one time he finally lets them out.
tags: based on his journal of promise, so there’ll be spoilers, reader is skk / commandant, kiss kiss kiss, gender neutral reader
a/n: Whole time I was playing his JOP i was like. Okay. Now kiss me pls…. but anyways, leave it to me, newori, to feed u kamui x reader ok? 😘 PLEAAASE SEND REQUESTS
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1. Can Constructs get heart attacks?
If Kamui could blow himself up with a self detonation switch installed in his frame from the dark market, he would press the button as hard as he can, right now.
You had just finished teaching him how to use a hoe, and no matter how hard he closes his eyes or looks at Jerome and Bernie whacking each other with bags of fertilizer only to be scolded by Luke to distract himself, he still feels your gloved hand on his waist, your voice tickling the side of his ears, you smiling, just for him, and oh my god, his heat circulation system is overloading. You excuse yourself to check out a nearby patch of land to start cultivating it, and now he is left frozen and stiff.
When did he start feeling like this? Was it when you first came to this broken-down eco dome, stared at him with the most heartbroken gaze he has ever seen in all his 19 years of living before turning into a construct, after hearing Asimov’s diagnosis about him? or was it when the butler robot gave you both keys to a master bedroom with one bed? He does not know, he does not know and he is absolutely mortified.
And when the rest of you get called in front of a storage place by the butler robot after finishing its request, he sees you smile at the rest of the refugees, and there's that aching feeling in his chest when he sees you flash that grin. Your smile carries that expression of exhaustion from 3 hours of manual labour, yet there are too many people around you, and he wants to run, run, run to your aid like a prince, but the soles of his feet are frozen in place, and he starts to blame it all on Asimov. There are a million excuses going through his mind as to why he does not want to move, but when you finally stop talking to the rest of the refugees and come near him, he’s all cool and collected once again.
When Jerome grins ear-to-ear after hearing his situation, he blurts out something about him being jealous. Jealous? him? He starts to feel flustered once again, telling Jerome to lay it off, and he leaves you trying to piece together what that little twerp meant by him being jealous.
2. Lets analyze our facts
It doesn’t take you that long to figure out what Jerome meant.
There is a mental checklist made in your head before you head to sleep that very day. You think back to what exactly you could have done to make the poor guy jealous, and you ultimately pinpoint it down. You’ve known the guy for years— he was like an honorary member for Gray Raven after all, always barging into your lounge, scaring Liv, leaving Lucia amused, and annoying Lee.
Your drowsiness drowns out any other memory call-backs from the past and before you drift to sleep, you remember one crucial point. He's the type of guy to treasure your smile like it's his first born.
‘Wait, wait, wait.’ you pause all the thoughts inside your head, analyzing everything, before bursting into laughter, and poor Kamui, who was only starting to cozy up beside you, is left absolutely bewildered. ‘Was he jealous because I was smiling and talking to other people other than him?’
3. Yeah, they definitely can.
When you open your eyes, you are greeted with the sight of Kamui stretching his newly built frame. Your eyes linger at the sun seeping into your shared master bedroom, framing his face in such a beautiful manner. He stretches his back and finally looks at you, and wow, you sure hope you don't have any bedhead right now.
“G’morning,’ you say, yawning and pushing down the comfortable blanket that had survived years in pristine condition. “Looks like your up early.”
Kamui smiles enthusiastically, which is uncharacteristically strange, a clear contrast to how he was acting during the few weeks you were at this eco-dome. It doesn’t take three centuries for you to realize that something had probably happened in that master control room both of you had urgently ran to after the eco-dome lost power when a strong thunderstorm hit. You know this guy. He knows you. And you know that— that smile is a sign that Kamui is back.
“Yup!” Kamui speaks up, positively giddy. “I woke up early and decided to stretch. Did ya sleep well, commandant?”
“It was adequate.” you say, waving your hand around, trying to imitate Vanessa in your F.O.S college days when someone asks her if the food inside the cafeteria was good enough to line up early for, and kamui practically has to stop himself from bursting into laughter out loud.
“Since when did you get so fancy-shmancy, commandant?”
You get up and stretch as well, before standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder, all the while reaching out to pull at his cheeks. “I don’t know,” you chuckle, before pulling harder. “Maybe. It was. Because of all the times. I. talked. to. Chrome.”
Kamui laughs loudly, a sound that’s like pure melody to your ears, something that rivals Selena’s voice— that rivals Watanabe’s guitar playing, before he exaggerates his movements and mumbles something about “Ow, ow, ow, comm-an-dant! You're pulling tew hard! Let mway cheeks go— oh, hab mercy!” and you find yourself laughing out loud as well, and it makes you indulge yourself more and more in this domestic fantasy that the two of you had built together with the help of that butler robot.
X. Something in between the boundaries of being “special” and being “love”
When the both of you finish your heartfelt talk on the top of the rooftop, the banquet is still in full swing. Kamui takes the initiative to excuse the both of you so that you can return back to your room to rest, and he tries his best to ignore Luke’s smug face before the both of you eventually retreat back to your quarters you’ve spent the past few 5 days in.
F.O.S college teaches commandants not to get too attached to one place. The punishing virus can take something easily, even if you’ve spent decades with it. But when you figure out that the both of you are leaving back tomorrow, and it's back to Babylonia, you can’t help but feel disappointed, and it's clear that Kamui does as well. When the both of you return back to your master bedroom, you practically collapse on the soft-cushiony bed, and it feels so right for you to sleep on the spot, but you are the Gray raven commandant, and it would take more than sleep to overcome you.
There's a tinge of silence between the two of you, and after Kamui sits on the side of the bed as well, you meet his eyes, and in it, you see the same expression Kamui always wears whenever he looks at something he really, really, really wants.
You burst out laughing out loud.
Kamui is left half confused, half bewildered.
“Jeez, you're laughing out of nowhere for no reason again, Commandant!” he grins like he’s the sun reincarnated, and moves his frame closer to you.
“Sorry, sorry,” you splurge, before speaking once again. “I just figured out something important.”
Kamui tilts his head. You tilt yours back in response. He pouts.
“What did you figure out?” He asks, bringing your face closer to his. “Come on, come on, commandant, tell me!”
The both of you bicker, and it ends up with Kamui on top of you, his eyes staring at you with a mixture of ‘Oh my god,’ and a tinge of ‘Captain is gonna kill me.’
You smile, because frankly, that is the only thing you’ve ever known how to do when Kamui is around, and you reach out your arms to cup his cheeks.
“I just figured out,” you breathe out, and he feels all the feelings inside his chest flutter out the window. “That you’re quite a lover boy yourself.”
You give his shoulders a tug, and kiss him.
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