“then I’ll just have to make them more obvious from now on, Captain Narumi.” —ft. Narumi Gen
Continuation of "I Like.. captain Narumi?"
Prompt: After overusing Kaiju Weapon No. 6 for the sake of Gen Narumi, your emotional capabilities became impaired. Yet somehow, despite feeling detached from almost everything else, your feelings for Narumi only became stronger. Basically this is you declaring war your love
Tags: Gen Narumi x Reader, OC, Obsessive Reader, Numbers Weapon No. 6, Emotionally Impaired Reader, Awkward Narumi, Mutual Weirdness, Major OOC, Canon Divergence, Not Canonically Accurate.
Two whole months had passed since the incident.
Since the moment you pushed Suit No. 6 beyond its operational limit.
The Defense Force labeled it as “over-synchronization.”
The researchers called it a miracle.
Your body called it survival.
Very little of your original genetic structure remained now. The repeated exposure to Numbers Weapon 6 had rewritten your body on a cellular level, adapting you into something capable of enduring the overwhelming fortitude of the weapon.
Or perhaps something closer to the weapon itself.
Your hair, once carrying traces of color, had turned completely white—silk like and unnaturally pale, almost translucent beneath the light. Your body temperature remained lower than average. Your pulse slower. Your pain response dulled.
You had already returned to active duty a month ago, resuming your position as Vice Captain of the First Division as if nothing had happened. Missions continued. Kaiju continued appearing. The Defense Force continued throwing you into extermination zones.
Normal.
Everything was normal.
…Mostly.
Because for some reason—
Gen Narumi looked brighter these days.
It annoyed you a little.
Not because of him.
But because of yourself.
You had already acknowledged your feelings months ago. Maybe that desperation during the operation had been fueled by it. Maybe that was why Suit No. 6 responded so violently to your synchronization rate.
Still—
your emotions were never this excessive before.
Especially after the incident.
“The subject displays severe irregularities in emotional processing”
That had been the exact wording in your psychological evaluation.
Most things barely stirred anything inside you anymore. Fear felt distant. Sympathy came delayed. Excitement dulled before it could fully bloom.
But Narumi?
That was different.
Your attention instinctively followed him everywhere now. Every movement. Every expression. Every slight shift in tone. Your brain latched onto him with an intensity that honestly bordered on concerning.
Obsession, maybe.
“Oi. Snap out of it.”
Narumi’s voice cut cleanly through your thoughts.
You blinked once before finally focusing on the battlefield ahead.
A massive honju stood at the center of the ruined district, its hardened hide pulsating grotesquely as dozens of yoju continued pouring out around it like an endless swarm. Their readings were fluctuating wildly on the tactical feed, likely due to some kind of hive-type command signal.
Annoying.
Extremely annoying.
“Right,” you answered lazily.
Your katana rested beside you as you watched Narumi continue issuing commands through the comms network.
You tried focusing.
Really.
But your eyes kept drifting back toward your captain instead.
The way his retina interface glowed faintly beneath his visor.
The absurd amount of pressure leaking from him despite standing completely relaxed.
"Do you have something to say, or what?" He asked flatly
"Hm? Do I look like I have something to say?"
Narumi clicked his tongue before turning his gaze back toward the honju.
“Quit acting weird during combat.”
“You say that like I’m not always weird.”
"Hah! you said that with your own mouth, not mine"
A distorted screech suddenly erupted across the battlefield.
The honju’s body split open vertically, revealing a cluster of glowing cores buried beneath layers of flesh-like armor. In response, the surrounding yoju immediately became more aggressive, their movements accelerating all at once.
The tactical HUD flashed red.
IDENTIFIED FORTITUDE LEVEL RISING.
“Hm. This got ugly fast,” you muttered.
Beside you, Narumi clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“That’s because you kept yapping.”
Before you could even answer, he already leapt off the ruined overpass, combat suit activating briefly behind him as he descended straight toward the honju’s location.
You watched him disappear into the swarm below before exhaling lightly.
“Show off.”
The comms channel crackled.
“Vice Captain, maintain Sector 3 defense line! Prevent any yoju from breaching civilian evacuation routes!”
You rolled your shoulder once before turning toward the western sector where multiple readings were rapidly approaching.
Honestly, you should’ve been sent alongside Narumi by now.
Your synchronization rate with Suit No. 6 made you the most compatible support unit for him during large-scale exterminations. That was basic tactical judgment.
Shouldn’t Kurusu reassign me to Narumi’s side already?
Another screech erupted nearby.
Your eyes shifted lazily toward a terrified officer frozen in place as a yoju lunged straight toward him, maw wide open.
Your scythe glinted coldly.
One swing.
That was all it took.
The blade tore through the yoju’s body with overwhelming force, splitting the creature apart before it could even reach the officer. Blackened kaiju blood splattered violently across the pavement.
And almost onto the officer too.
The man stumbled backward, visibly pale beneath his visor.
“V-Vice Captain…!”
You barely looked at him.
Normally, you would’ve adjusted the angle.
Maintained distance. Calculated collateral risk down to the centimeter.
The old you hated endangering allies with wide range attacks.
But now?
You honestly barely cared.
Not because you wanted them hurt.
You just… couldn’t feel the same urgency about it anymore.
That instinctive human hesitation had dulled somewhere along the way.
Another yoju rushed you from behind.
Without even turning fully, you dragged the end of your scythe across the ground before sharply pulling upward—
A crescent shaped shockwave exploded through the street.
“Vice Captain, your attack range is exceeding predicted calculations—” Hasegawa began,
“I know.”
You stared quietly at the frozen remains littering Sector 3, watching shattered yoju collapse into glittering frost beneath the emergency lights.
This didn’t feel like you anymore.
It was like your sense of self had been scraped hollow somewhere during that operation two months ago.
Like Suit No. 6 had taken something from you when you forced synchronization beyond the safe limit.
And in exchange—
it left something else behind.
Am I really having an identity crisis right now?
You exhaled slowly before pressing a hand against your earpiece.
“Sector 3 is cleared.”
Static crackled briefly.
Then Kurusu’s voice came through the comms network.
“Noted. Vice Captain, switch to support. Captain Narumi is currently positioned at your three o’clock. Multiple yoju are obstructing his advance route.”
Then—
your lips curved upward.
One of the nearby officers visibly stiffened after noticing it.
Because that expression had become rare lately.
Most days, your face remained unreadable no matter what happened around you. Victory. Injury. Destruction. Casualties.
Nothing seemed to move you anymore.
Except—
Narumi.
“Vice Captain?” Tachibana beside you called cautiously.
You ignored him completely.
The moment Narumi’s location appeared on your tactical display, your body already moved on instinct.
The further you moved toward Narumi’s signal—
the more stable your breathing became.
The more focused your thoughts felt.
How ironic.
A person whose emotional processing had supposedly deteriorated could still feel this much clarity from the existence of one man alone.
An explosion suddenly erupted ahead.
Several officers were sent crashing backward as a massive yoju tore through the street, blocking the direct path toward the honju’s location.
"Vice captain, watch out—!" kikoru screamed.
The creature shrieked violently upon noticing you.
You only stared at it blankly.
“…You’re in the way.”
The yoju lunged.
You vanished first. The creature’s eyes widened just before your scythe carved upward through its entire body in a single motion.
then the yoju split cleanly in half before freezing from the inside out.
You didn’t even slow down afterward.
Debris and frost swirled violently behind you as you continued sprinting toward Narumi’s position.
Your smile widened the moment you spotted him.
Several yoju were currently swarming his position, their screeches overlapping with the constant roar of artillery fire in the distance. Yet Narumi barely looked pressured, casually firing precise shots through the monsters’ cores while dodging incoming attacks with irritating ease.
You landed atop a shattered concrete slab, frost immediately spreading beneath your boots.
“Commencing support,” you announced through comms.
Your scythe responded instantly.
The blade glowed brighter—
Nearby temperature readings on the tactical HUD plummeted sharply upon your arrival.
Narumi glanced upward.
Then immediately grimaced.
“Hah? Who called the ice maniac here?!”
“You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t ask for backup.”
“You literally had yoju clogging your route.”
“That’s called warming up, idiot"
A massive yoju suddenly burst from beneath the street, attempting to ambush Narumi from behind.
Your eyes narrowed instantly.
Before the creature could even fully emerge—
your scythe swung downward.
“Second Dance: White ripple"
The yoju froze solid mid motion before splitting apart completely, ice erupting from inside its body like crystalline veins.
The shockwave alone forced nearby officers to shield their faces.
Narumi clicked his tongue while smoke drifted around him.
“…You’re overkilling them again.”
"Only because it tried to get close to you"
“That’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?”
Narumi pointed lazily toward an entire frozen intersection behind you.
“You froze half the damn operation zone.”
You looked back briefly.
Ah.
There were several immobilized Defense Force vehicles trapped in ice now.
Narumi swore under his breath the moment he caught your expression.
That blank, entirely unapologetic look that practically screamed,
Not my problem.
Another yoju suddenly lunged toward the squad.
Narumi shot it dead instantly without even looking.
BOOM.
Then—
static burst through the comms network.
“Captain, we need to neutralize the honju immediately!” Kurusu’s voice rang out, strained with panic. “Unidentified energy spikes are being detected from inside the core. Readings are still rising!”
The honju screeched from the center of the ruined district, its massive body convulsing unnaturally as glowing veins spread across its surface. The yoju surrounding it became increasingly erratic, almost frenzied.
Like something was about to hatch.
Narumi’s expression sharpened instantly.
“You heard him,” he said while resting his weapon over his shoulder. “Make me a path.”
Your eyes softened immediately.
And then—
you smiled.
Not the faint amused smirk you usually wore around him. Not the detached expression everyone had gotten used to after the incident.
A real smile. Almost stupidly happy.
Several nearby officers visibly froze.
“…Oh,” kikoru muttered quietly.
Another slowly lowered his rifle
“…Vice Captain is gone gone.”
“Shut up,” someone whispered back immediately.
You either didn’t hear them—
or simply didn’t care.
“Sure, Captain.”
The response came out far too pleased for a battlefield situation.
Narumi clicked his tongue upon hearing your tone.
“That answer’s creepy.”
“But you like it.”
“…Just clear the damn route.”
Your grip tightened around the scythe.
The moment Narumi stepped forward behind you, Suit No. 6 reacted violently.
Synchronization rate increasing.
88%.
91%.
The freezing pressure erupting from your body became overwhelming enough that nearby officers instinctively retreated several meters. Frost spread rapidly across the ruined streets while black particle like ice drifted around you like ash.
Even the yoju charging toward your position hesitated.
Predators recognizing something worse.
then the world split apart.
CRACK.
The sound alone shook the battlefield.
A massive surge of freezing energy erupted forward in a perfectly straight line, devouring everything ahead of you. Buildings froze solid instantly. Asphalt crystallized. Yoju didn’t even have time to scream before becoming motionless statues trapped beneath layers of white frost.
And then—
they shattered.
One after another.
An entire path carved cleanly through the battlefield.
Straight toward the honju.
“You're also damn showoff, you maniac.” Narumi clicked his tongue, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him completely.
The moment his irises lit with that familiar electric blue glow, everyone on comms already knew what that meant.
Static burst across the battlefield.
Not metaphorically.
Actual arcs of plasma like electricity ripped through the air as Narumi kicked off the fractured asphalt, his combat suit release spiking violently. The shockwave alone sent nearby debris flying.
“Captain Narumi’s combat power output is climbing—!”
You simply stepped forward, and cut down the nearest Yoju before it could even approach his line of fire.
“Don’t fucking ruin the view,” you muttered.
Then Narumi vanished.
The specialized retinal tracking linked to his Numbers Weapon activated at full synchronization, allowing him to perceive the Honju’s core trajectory several seconds ahead. To everyone else, he was gone in a blink.
To you—
you could still follow him.
The sky split apart with a deafening crack.
A spear of condensed electromagnetic fire pierced straight through the Honju’s thorax before detonating from the inside out.
Silence.
Then—
BOOM.
The Honju collapsed inward, its massive body folding into itself as the core was annihilated in a single shot. Flesh ruptured apart in waves while residual energy crackled through the air like dying thunder.
You stood there silently, watching the remains burn.
Your pulse hadn’t slowed since he moved.
Honestly…
it was kind of pretty.
Narumi descended atop the Honju’s corpse, boots crunching against cooling armor plates. His bayonet rested lazily over his shoulder, electricity still flickering faintly along the blade from the aftermath of his attack.
Even after using that much output, the idiot looked completely fine.
His glowing eyes landed on you immediately.
“What’s with that look, you maniac?” he asked, brow lifting.
“Confirmed—Honju neutralized.”
“Area secured!”
The comms buzzed with relief, but it all sounded distant to you.
Because Narumi was still staring.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“…Oi.”
“I’ve been noticing it since earlier,” he said, shifting the bayonet onto his shoulder.
“What’s with that lovestruck look? What, ya like me or something?”
Narumi clearly expected you to scoff, dodge the question, or say something unhinged just to annoy him.
Instead—
you hummed thoughtfully.
“Maybe.”
Your grin widened beneath the drifting ash.
And for the first time since the operation started, Narumi completely froze.
“…Hah?”
The captain of the First Division — the man who could track a Honju’s kill point in milliseconds and fire without missing once — stared at you like his brain had short-circuited.
“You—”
Nothing came out.
The mighty Gen Narumi — humanity’s strongest anti-kaiju combatant — had just suffered a complete system failure from a single word.
Around you, the battlefield had already shifted into post neutralization procedure. Rescue teams moved through the destroyed sectors while cleanup units secured the remaining Yoju corpses. Officers celebrated over comms, too distracted by survival and victory to pay attention to the two strongest people in the division having whatever this was.
You walked toward him slowly.
Narumi stayed rooted in place.
And Narumi swore he could hear something pounding violently inside his chest.
Which was ridiculous.
He’d fought Daikaiju level threats.
Stared down death more times than he could count.
Used Numbers Weapons output high enough to destroy his own body if he lost control.
But somehow this felt worse.
No— not worse.
Different.
His sharp gaze locked onto yours, searching for even the slightest hint that you were joking.
He found none.
And that was the problem.
Narumi wasn’t stupid.
People liked calling him reckless, arrogant, battle crazy—
dense, sometimes.
But this?
This was painfully obvious.
The way your eyes followed him across battlefields.
The way you always positioned yourself where you could cover his blind spots before he even noticed danger.
You noticed the slight tremor in his gaze and smiled faintly.
“Since you still seem to doubt my feelings,” you said, taking another step closer, “then I’ll just have to make them more obvious from now on, Captain Narumi.”
His eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
And that—
that lowkey terrified him.
“…Are you threatening me right now?”
You blinked innocently.
“Eh? Of course not, my dear captain.”
Your smile only deepened.
“Think of it as… an official advance notice.”
Narumi immediately clicked his tongue and took half a step back like instinct alone told him danger was approaching.
Which was insane.
Because this was you.
His Vice Captain.
Yet somehow, hearing you calmly declare war on his peace of mind made his heartbeat go completely erratic.
“Look forward to it then, Captain,” you said softly.
And for perhaps the first time in history—
the man who always had something to complain about fell completely silent.
Gen Narumi genuinely didn’t know how to respond.
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