AN: 2nd person, trying to keep these GN!reader but there is a mention of chesticles (kinda) in Alan's. Could be man or enby boobies though!
Alan Mido
Alan cursed his big, bulky frame. You were squished in the tiny locker, despite how much he tried to make himself smaller. This wasn’t an anomaly he could fight. Even if he could, he didn’t want you to see the damage his bare hands could do. He didn’t want to scare you, he needed you to feel safe with him. If you didn’t, he would isolate himself more than he already did, focusing on his work.
Alan shifted again. His chest and shoulders were the problem, taking up too much space around you. He angled his legs and bent his knees, sliding down so you had more room to breathe. He realized too late that this left his face by your chest. He didn’t want to adjust again and be back at square one, so he pivoted his head toward the locker door, listening for anything or anyone passing by.
Your heaving chest kept dragging his attention back, and a flush crept up his neck and ears. Maybe he was better off leaving you in there and fighting the thing on his own. You’d be safer that way, more comfortable, and able to breathe without his bulk and panting breaths while he tried to think of anything but your legs touching his and your breasts in his face.
Alan reached for the door and you covered his hand with yours, stopping him to show him a message on your phone.
Leo: Almost there, trap’s in place. Sit tight.
Alan gritted his teeth and relented. He leaned his head against the wall and kept his eyes closed, imagining he was camping somewhere, near a lake in the middle of summer.
You recognized his nervousness, but didn’t know why. Alan’s eyes shot open when you put your hands on his shoulders and ran them across his jaw, finally carding through his hair. There was no telling what made you so bold, but being so close to him made him irresistible.
He had no idea what you were doing, but he didn’t want you to stop. His arms snaked around your waist to press you against him, his eyes straining to see you better in the dark.
You leaned down to press a kiss to his lips and he stayed stock still, letting you do as you wanted with him before his hunger for touch caught up with him. He straightened his legs fractionally, to mold his body against yours. He committed every detail of this moment to memory in case he would never get another chance.
Sho Haizono
It was a wonder how Sho managed to contort himself in a way that gave you space without there being too much contact between you. One arm was by his side, hand in his pocket while the other was propped against the wall over his head, partially caging you in. He wore a scowl, hating having to rely on someone on the outside to take down the anomaly. He was capable of knocking it out, but he was on what Leo deemed “inspector duty” which prioritized tactical retreats to keep you safe.
Sho didn’t usually mind it. He only jumped into fights when he had to, but he knew when, not if, Leo found out about the position you two were in, he would never let either of you hear the end of it.
Might as well make the most of it, right? He glanced at you to gauge your reaction to being stuck in close quarters with him. You didn’t seem too afraid, but you were vigilant, watching the door as if it would turn into an anomaly and swallow you into a locker sized dimension. Sho quirked his lips, thinking of the ways he could entertain himself if your escape relied on outside help. He took his hand out of his pocket and angled your chin to look at him. There was just enough light in the space for you to catch the wink and glance at your lips. When he found no objection from you, he pulled you in to a kiss.
He’d wanted to kiss you for longer than he would ever admit. At first, he attributed his constant thoughts about you to the guilt of tricking you about your stigma enhancing ability “failing” on him. But those thoughts turned to all your cute features and habits before he realized, his imagined hang outs with you turned more intimate. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you deeply, with practiced skill. When he broke the kiss, he trailed his nose along your jaw, smiling to himself about finally having you so close.
Leo Kurosagi
Leo’s fingers flew across his phone screen, texting a plan to Sho, and your location. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone, acting like he had all the space in the world. He didn’t care how you touched, since you were considerate enough to accommodate him however he moved. He leaned against he wall and looked bored, rapidly tapping his foot as if it his thigh wasn’t between yours.
You were embarrassed at the way you felt his movement run through you. You pressed a hand to his leg to get him to sit still, and his eyes widened and met yours.
“The fuck you reaching for?” His smirk let you know exactly what he was implying. Something about his expression made you wonder if he even disapproved at all, despite his sharp words.
“Stand still!” You hissed. You could only hope it was dark enough to hide your blush. You hadn’t meant to touch him so close to his hips, but there was only so much room for you to move, and you were trying to avoid speaking. So much for that.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” Leo barely masked his voice, but with his stigma, he could probably tell the anomaly wasn’t close enough to hear.
“Please.” You were clearly being sarcastic, but that didn’t stop him from stooping to lean over you and say, “Please what?” As if you were begging. As if you would ever beg him for anything. You glared at him, and Leo smiled. His tongue darted out to wet his lip, purposely drawing your attention to them. “Fine, I’ll throw you a bone, little doggy.”
Without any more warning, he captured your lips with his. The kiss was surprisingly slow and sensual, as if he was really putting effort into making you swoon.
It was working. His hands trailed up your arms and he chuckled deep in his throat when your arms wrapped around him to cling to him. His expression was nothing short of victorious when he pulled back.
a/n: a quick scene I came up with when I opened the game today, hehe. I'm so utterly in love with this man, I'm going to cry 🥹 <3 | inspired by his voice line: Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work. | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
recommended song: 🎵 JVKE – her
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader I think?, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, established relationship
The second you enter Vagastrom's garage, the smell of oil, rust and sweat wafts through the air. Although the sun has already set, you still hear the occasional faint clinking of metallic parts somewhere in the backyard. To your surprise, the room is empty, with Sho and Leo nowhere to be found. Well, almost empty.
You notice a certain big figure sprawled out on one of the worn-down couches, black hair falling over his face. Your heart makes a little jump, a bubbly feeling emerging in your chest. This is the man you were looking for. He must have dozed off after a long day of work and classes.
Cautiously, so as not to disturb him, you get a few steps closer, silently taking Alan in. His chest heaves in a slow, steady rhythm, and his face—your breath hitches in your throat. His face is so relaxed. Devoid of any worry, any pain, any guilt. Your heart hurts, fully aware this is a state Alan would never allow himself when he's awake, always shouldering the problems of others and the consequences of his past.
With a tug in your heart, you kneel in front of him, admiring the usually strained features of his face now completely smoothed out and soft. Carefully, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, your fingertips tracing the scar on his eyebrow. You bite back a chuckle when Alan wiggles his nose and groans quietly in response, still asleep. God, if only he knew how cute he is. How dear he is to you. How much you wish him nothing but happiness.
You get up again, only to pounce on him. "GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!"
He startles awake with an alarmed huff, a flicker of panic crossing his face, while you erupt in boisterous laughter. Even in this moment, his body answers unconsciously to yours, hands flying to your waist to steady you. And that's so him, isn't it? Always prioritizing you and your safety, even when he's barely awake and you just rattled him out of sleep.
When Alan fully recognizes you, the expression in those stormy grey eyes grows immediately soft. As if he's looking at something precious that could disappear if he turns his gaze away. And to him, you are exactly that. Precious and someone he never deserved to begin with.
"Hey. Careful, dear. Told you to stop waking me up like that." His voice is even deeper than usual, like gravel scraping over glass. But there's no heat behind his words. There never is. He would rather drive a knife into his chest than be angry with you.
You grin at him, your smile bathing the room like morning sunlight spilling through the curtains, and his heart stutters for a second. How did he, out of everyone, get so lucky?
"Sorry. Couldn't resist when you were lying there all defenseless." You lean forward, feet playfully kicking in the air, and brush your nose against his. A touch so light, so innocent and sweet, it feels undeserving to him, no matter how often you greet him like this.
He clears his throat. "You're bold."
You pull back a little and stick your tongue out. "And you love me."
His gaze grows even softer, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do. I'll always love you." Alan isn't the vocal type, romantic sweet talking foreign to him like a language he never had the chance to learn. That's why his words sink deep in your chest, taking your breath away.
Your cheerful grin turns into a genuine smile, your stomach fluttering. "I know." Your voice is only a whisper, but there's no doubt in it. No question. Because when Alan Mido dedicates himself to someone, he’s never going to turn his back on them.
"I love you too." You answer, pecking his lips and resting your head on his chest. You hear the thumping of his heart, a little faster at first, maybe because he had been startled awake or maybe because of the words you just exchanged. Then it settles again into the steady rhythm you're familiar with. The sound of your home.
With Alan stroking the back of your head in unhurried movements, your eyes flutter shut, a sense of security and content tiredness washing all over you. And soon enough, you're both falling back asleep, enveloped in warmth and peace.
