Costs He Can Get By...

Costs he can get by...

(Kinich x reader)

"Pay up"

To say Kinich wasn't baffled by your sudden words would be a definite lie. Were you messing with him right now?

"What?"

"I took your advice about weighing the costs of things around me, and since I've provided you with my assistance, you need to pay the fee!"

"I wasn't told of any fees beforehand, especially of you cooking me food"

"You should've asked, you're the employer after all!", you grinned at him triumphantly, before stepping closer to him.

Unsure of what exactly you were up to, or if you were actually serious on your statement, he went along with it. He's curious on where this would go.

"Then how much do I owe you exactly?"

"20 kisses!", you exclaimed excitedly, laughing heartily at Kinich's dumbfounded expression. A rare sight on the ever stoic hunter. Ajaw would've loved to see it, if only he wasn't in time out again.

"If you must know, I only take payments in the form of kisses! Or cuddles depending on situation. No mora or valuables are allowed"

He watches as you grin mischievously at him, eyes glinting in mirth and expectation, as if hoping he'd understood your intention...

Which he did. Very clearly. You were being both playful yet serious on getting your so called 'payment'. And he for one didn't seem to mind this sudden arrangement at all, he'd pay you 10, 000 kisses on the spot if you asked.

"I see. I suppose that's reasonable...but I don't think I can accept your terms if that's your fee towards every other employer", it was his turn to tease you a bit. He deserved to do that much. To see your eyes widen at the realization, before it quickly went back to the initial lighthearted glimmer.

"Don't worry! This a special payment method exclusive to the one and only Malipo Kinich!", you gave him a cute little wink that he couldn't help but chuckle at. He'll never admit how it makes his heart flutter...

"Do you perhaps accept tips? Your services have been beyond satisfactory"

Your eyes brightened up even more at his words, "Oh, it's very welcomed~!"

swinging into your heart

a/n: im a liar sorry scar i had to write for kinich first, spiderman au!!! his skills look so fun

“kinich.”

a pregnant silence extends between the both of you while you try to wrap your head around a plausible explanation for what you're staring at right now. a plausible explanation aside from-

“are you spiderman??”

“...”

“...no.”

….…

.

.

kinich hopes you don’t point out the elephant in the room.

“…try saying that again when you’re not hanging on the roof of your room.”

dammit.

“..okay, maybe.”

“and you never thought to tell me this??” your face immediately morphs playfully into betrayal, scoffing at the audacity that he had for not letting you in on his biggest secret. “and you know practically everything about me, even the downright embarrassing..-“

he tunes out your rant in favor of slowly inching closer towards you (on the roof), watching as you pace back and forth, retelling your worst moments that he’s had the honor of hearing and seeing them unfold in front of him. he’s finally close enough and lowers himself, hanging on a singular delicate string. you’re immediately quiet when his face slides into view, closer than you realized. your voice drops down to a quieter tone.

“…and i can’t believe you let me ramble my soul crushing love for spiderman in front of his face.” at that, a smile finally quirks up the corners of his lips.

it’s a given that he has to hear about all the crushes that you’ve harbored since the moment you knew what it was like to have butterflies in your stomach. it’s his sworn duty as your childhood friend - your only closest friend (as he likes to point out).

and ever since the newest hero spiderman (himself) came and swept you away from a crumbling building, you’ve been infatuated. he got to hear all about it when he rushed to your hospital room, not as spiderman who saved your life, but as your childhood friend. the cuts and scrapes on your body were almost nonexistent as he gazed at the oncoming rosy flush dust on your cheeks, a love-sick grin as you retell the heart-throbbing moment you were saved (that he was also a part of…not that you know).

it was a daunting realization, knowing that the only person he’s ever known he’s loved - the one who had themselves sprinkled in every aspect of his life - falling in love with him. but not as kinich, the one who has always been by your side, but his persona as spiderman. it was still him, in theory, that you were proclaiming your love to, yet somehow, it still felt as if you were talking about some other guy that wasn’t him.

so that was the unfortunate conflict that he carried with himself, unable to suppress the ugly wrench in his heart when you constantly gushed over every appearance he made on the news, yet the smallest part of him couldn’t help but preen when he heard your praises. truly, what idiot is jealous and proud of… himself??

yet he couldn’t stop himself from pushing more and more of the boundaries that he had given himself, not when he starts appearing more frequently as spiderman around areas you go to often, watching as the photo gallery on your phone fill with videos and pictures. not when he sees the amount of trinkets you kept when you received them from him on a whim, not when he sees the wallpaper of your phone set to the one picture you got of the both of you, with your hand pressed against his chest and looking at him with a gaze full of contentment-

the exact one that you’re giving to him right now. kinich is sure that he should’ve melted at the warmth of your gaze at this point, his heart pounding harder in this moment than any fight he’s had with a villain. he watches your every move, illuminated by the moonlight, while you lean a little closer.

and slowly, your mouth tentatively presses against his, a light fluttering kiss sending tingles down every nerve of his. he doesn’t stop himself from chasing your lips when you pull away, looking very satisfied (he isn’t. not even the slightest).

“i’m sure you know how much i’ve been dying to do that.” he lets out a small sound of amusement, recalling the amount of times you’ve detailed to him how you craved giving a kiss to spiderman while he hung upside down in front of you.

he raised a teasing eyebrow. “didn’t you say you’d ‘absolutely ravage his lips, face, neck, and chest’ after you got the first kiss?” your face immediately blooms bright red, shoving your hands in his face, cursing while blaming him for allowing you to ramble all that you did about…himself.

he can’t help laughing out loud, dodging your attempts at smacking him in the head. eventually he pulls both of your hands together with one hand and lets your body stumble into his chest. “wanna go for a swing?”

his previous grievance towards your dignity is immediately forgotten and he can see the answer clearly in your eager eyes, sparkling with anticipation. “mm!!” your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, as he slowly guides the both of you to the window.

sharing a final glance with you, he pops an unexpected question that he's thought about for years.

“so, do you like me or spiderman more?”

you answer with no hesitation. “kinich of course.”

his heart stops at your answer, his mind slowing down not realizing you slip yourself out of his grip, and start free falling down the building. adrenaline pushes his body forward, swooping to pull your body into his as he swings the both of you building to building. he holds back the urge to scold you when he hears your laugh, full of exhilaration from the feeling of the wind rush past your ears. his eyes widen when he hears your voice brush past his ears, delivering the final words that he would engrave in his mind.

“because you always come to save me. no matter what appearance you take, you‘ll always be the one by my side.”

he feels a weight lift off his chest with your words, finally swinging with freedom of the thorns that constricted his heart, and carrying the most important thing in the world in his arms.

I Might Bite .ᐟ

❤︎ | Resorting to dirty measures like biting your superior during sparring usually doesn't end without you having a taste of your own medicine... (2.6k wc) ╰ feat. Hoshina Soshiro (Kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 2 | kinktober masterlist

tags - subordinate! reader, biting, marking, spanking, pussy slaps, humiliation & punishment, Hoshina's kinda mean, fingering, p in v, creampies, swearing

minors do not interact

The recent uptick of kaiju attacks over the city has every member of the JAKDF on edge. No one knows when the next attack is coming or if they'll live to see their next birthday. The atmosphere in the Tachikawa base specifically felt odd. Most were hopeless, but then there was you.

You weren't the strongest by any means, but you believed that if it came to being persistent—you'd be the best. It showed; after all, you trained your ass off even in your off hours.

There were times you bled and shed a tear, but you never stopped. Your fellow officers often told you to slow down. But there was one person who always watched from the sidelines—silently observing how you improved every night that you would sneak away into the training rooms.

It was none other than your superior, Hoshina Soshiro.

The vice captain didn't seem all too interested to be invested in the lives of the officers. Frankly, he had better things to do. But the rookie that worked themselves to the bone had successfully caught his eye. There was something about them that reminded him of himself. In many ways, he was drawn to that fiery spirit.

Not a lot of recruits had your determination and he was more than willing to foster that. What kind of vice captain would he be if he didn't help you in honing your skills?

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You stared, dumbfounded, at the fox eyed man in front of you.

"Ya heard me right the first time," he insisted.

You gulp down. "Well... I'm certainly not going to refuse your offer, sir. I was just making sure I understood what you said."

"I told ya—I'll help ya train every night. I meant it."

Finding out that your superior knew you have been violating the curfew had you expecting the worst. But Hoshina's reaction was rather unforeseen.

Instead of making you run laps or do cleaning duty—he offered to train with you during your night sessions. It made sense; training with someone better than you would allow you to improve at faster speeds. The choice was a no-brainer.

"Alright... thank you, sir."

Hoshina simply nodded before walking away from you, satisfied that you were cooperative with his ideas.

"Sir!"

He turns around with a small smile. "Yes?"

"When do we start?"

"Have ya skipped a day before?"

"...No, not really."

His smile widens. "Ya have yer answer then."

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Labored breaths filled the training room—though, most of it came from you. Hoshina barely broke a sweat throughout your entire sparring session. It wasn't shocking anymore at this point.

You estimate that it's already about two weeks since he has started joining you in your training. Not once have you won against him.

At first, it felt quite motivating—knowing that you had so much to improve. But as days go by, it becomes depressing how you can never even land a good hit on him.

You weren't fit to face a kaiju with how things stand and it crushed your once blazing spirits.

With your chest heaving and your vision blurring, you continued to anticipate his next move. You figured he'd at least cut you some slack after seeing the massive difference in skill, but he was merciless. You didn't even fight back as he tackled you to the ground.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn't just talented with a blade, but also with his bare hands. Who would have thought he knew grappling as well? He easily put you in a rear naked choke and you felt your airway quickly constrict.

He taught you that if you couldn't even handle basic hand-to-hand combat—then you'd be nothing doing anything else. Besides, before ending your session with the usual bare knuckled fighting, he trained you with swords and other weapons... in which you couldn't beat him in either.

Going up against him was futile. You absorbed his teachings like a sponge, but when it came to applying them—all hope is lost.

You were going to pass out soon; you could feel it.

Despite telling yourself that you'd always fight fair and square—you realized that this wasn't the time to be righteous. Virtues, principles—whatever the fuck it is—chucked out the window.

You bit down on his arm—hard. Did you draw blood? Perhaps. But that hardly mattered to you. He finally let go, failing to defeat you completely. Hoshina hissed, checking out the fresh wound you gave him.

Neither could you move or speak. In fact, you kept your back leaning on his chest. Doing anything other than breathing was a bit too much at the moment.

"Ya play dirty, don'cha?" he whispered darkly into your ear.

The thickness and intimidation laced in his voice was enough to reinvigorate your entire being. You took the deepest breath possible before peeling yourself off of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Of course ya didn't mean ta do that, right?" he cuts you off, lifting you off of the ground with his impressive strength.

"What shall I ever do with ya? Li'l thing bitin' her superior."

You could only stutter out a pathetic apology as he carries you in his arms.

"Nah, don'cha apologize now. Ya must be sick of me treatin' ya like a ragdoll hm?"

He was right, of course. But you weren't about to admit that to him.

Hoshina carried you over to the side of the room where the long metal bench was. Even out of fighting, he continued to treat you like a doll with the way you effortlessly flipped you over. Your stomach pressed against his lap with one of his hands resting on your nape.

You weren't sure where his other hand was, but you soon found out... the hard way.

A sharp slap made its way to your ass. It had you sucking in more air than usual.

"Not even a single yelp huh? Think ya can handle more? Ya need to be punished after all."

Another slap and then another on the other cheek. Tears were starting to brim in your eyes. With the next slap, you finally yelped in pain. Hearing your sharp breaths, he caressed your poor behind in a soothing manner.

"Think ya've repented enough?"

God, you didn't want to sound weak, but a few sniffles escaped you. His question racked your brain, yet not a single good answer came for it. It was a trap and he was steadily luring you in.

You figured—silence was the best response. However, that pissed off the vice captain even more. Hoshina let out a long and deep sigh. He didn't want to do this; he swears. But you just had to push his buttons.

"Not speakin' huh? How many times will ya disrespect yer superior after I've been kind enough ta be trainin' ya every night?"

If you've learned one thing about him these past few sessions—it was that he never gave you time to react. Only now, you're discovering that it applies to things apart from fighting as well.

He slid you off his lap without warning. Soon as you flipped yourself over, the vice captain was already hovering over you with a stern expression on his face.

He inched closer, slowly but steadily. His eyes never left yours and it seemed to have you in a trance because you failed to realize how he had already caged you between his thick arms.

"Sir..." you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"So you can speak?"

Your eyes finally stray from his face, feeling flustered by the proximity.

"Ya should use that mouth of yers fer talkin' —not fer bitin' ," he said. He leaned in to the point that you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. It was tantalizing—almost paralyzing. "I think ya should get a taste of yer own medicine," he added.

No time was given to protest as he sunk his sharp teeth into your neck. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his arms. He suckled on the tender skin, sure to leave a mark that you'd have to cover up in the morning.

Then another bite came. Your fingers dug into his flesh. It was painful, but oddly arousing. The intoxicating scent he radiated coupled with his fine looks were a recipe for disaster. But the only one being ruined was you.

Perhaps he felt satisfied after two bites, settling on wet kisses scattered on your neck instead. He kept getting lower and lower until he was met with a barrier.

"Lemme get this out of the way, a'ight?" he says before gripping the soft fabric of your black tanktop—ripping it apart. He smirked at the sight, a flimsy lacey bra.

He pushed it up before smashing his face down on your chest, sucking and lightly biting at a sensitive bud. Your hands went from his biceps to his hair, almost pulling out the strands from the roots.

He bit, tugged, and marked you all over again—like he was staking claim. Hoshina made sure to give attention to the other one as well, sucking on the swell of your breast while using his fingers to toy with the other.

Truth be told, he was too excited and immersed in devouring you that he only now became aware of your sounds. It was delightful to say the least. It made him smile as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

You began to arch your back, needing more of him. But he took this as a sign to go even lower, planting more kisses that trailed down your stomach. He was giving you whiplash with the alternating softness and harshness of his touch.

He looked up at you and saw your dazed expression, unable to even look back at him. This was fine; this was the only time he'd permit a subordinate not looking him in the eye.

For once, you were able to catch your breath and make sense of it all. You returned your gaze to the man above you. He was hovering over you again, looking down with a feral glare. His large hand gripped your thigh.

"Ya know... fer someone bein' disciplined... ya sure look like yer enjoyin' this."

"I'm not," you retorted. But both of you knew the truth.

"Ya challengin' me? Let's see then, shall we?"

He made quick work of the zipper on your pants before pulling it down and throwing it off to God knows where. His eyes opened slightly, zeroing on the damp patch on your panties. Of course, he was right.

"Would ya look at that—yer pussy's all soaked from that. How naughty."

"I... I... um..."

He huffed. "Ya what?"

Slap. He had slapped your pussy. The stinging sensation had you arching your back off of the cold metallic surface of the bench. A soft groan fell from your lips.

He landed another slap. "Look at how wet ya are right now. Ya shouldn't have lied huh?"

As if to soothe you again, he began rubbing his thumb over your poor cunt. "Didn't mean ta make her cry."

Hoshina smirked at his own joke—because who else would appreciate it? Definitely not you; you were too fucked out to even catch everything that he's saying.

He hooked a finger in the gusset before pulling your panties out of the way. The sight of your dripping cunt made his dick twitch. He had already been especially frustrated this week and the cute little subordinate he trained every night wasn't helping. Her little stunt was essentially the final nail in the coffin.

There was nothing else he wanted more but to fuck you senseless already. But he was a refined man; he had patience.

Hoshina pushed in two digits at first and it almost made him shudder with how tight and warm you were. Patience be damned; he was crumbling all too quickly for his liking.

"Fuck... yer suckin' it in."

A string of soft moans left you. It was music to his ears and he wanted it to be louder.

He began fucking his fingers into you at a faster pace. The muscles of his arm tensed and the veins on his forearm were popping out. A loud and vulgar moan reverberated through the training room. You could only hope that everyone in the base was asleep because there was no way you could be quiet with what he's doing to you.

You tightened around his fingers before unravelling completely. Your pussy fluttered, cumming on to his fingers shamelessly. It almost felt like a task to him—only getting it out of the way to get to the main event.

Hoshina pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean. He would have loved to get a taste of it on his tongue, but all restraint had been lost. He had to sheath himself in you or else he'd actually lose it.

"Take a deep breath for me, a'ight?" he says while unzipping his pants, only barely pulling out his leaking cock from its confines.

Maybe you should have listened because the sudden intrusion of his cock knocked the air out of your lungs. It filled you up nicely, hitting every spot with just one fluid motion.

He groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His fingers were practically white with how hard he gripped the bench supporting the both of you.

"Coulda fought me with this instead. Maybe ya coulda won," he teased. He began slowly fucking into you, perhaps a reprieve after his previous actions.

Your hands held on to his back, softly digging your nails into the chiseled flesh. A satisfied groan poured from his smiling lips.

The string of moans coming from you urged him to go faster. He had enough of being slow and soft. He snapped his hips at a maddening pace almost immediately. Your leg fell of the bench, hanging off and allowing him deeper access into you.

He never faltered for a second—even as he leaned down to leave marks on your neck again. You held him closer to you as if you never wanted him to leave... and he wasn't; at least, not until you've cum all over his cock.

His ragged breaths filled your ear as he continued to rut into you. Hoshina was tough, ruthless, and precise—much like on the battlefield.

A familiar clench squeezed his dick. "Ya close? Ya gonna cum on my cock? C'mon, do it," he goaded.

His thumb began circling your swollen clit. After holding on to the cold bench for a while, his touch felt freezing. The warmth you felt inside contrasted with the cold touch of his thumb. The sensation was almost numbing with how good it felt.

"Wanna cum with me? How romantic of ya," he teased again. "Fuck... I'm cummin' —take it all. This is still part of yer punishment. Got that?"

You responded with a breathless moan. That was all it took before hot ropes of cum filled you. The warmth seemed to push you over the edge as well, milking him for all he's worth. And like he said—it would be romantic. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Ya learned yer lesson yet?" he asked, but not before capturing your wet lips in a kiss.

Hoshina let a shaky breath out as he pulled away. He knew it would be good, but he wasn't expecting for it to be this good.

"Shit... was only plannin' one round. Guess it wouldn't hurt ta discipline ya more."

He lazily rubbed his still hard cock. "C'mon, get on all fours fer me and I might not make ya run laps in morning's training." He watched intently as you followed, lining up his dick against your entrance. It was going to be a long night.

"Good fuckin' girl."

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╰ author's note slightly longer I guess because I like Hoshina more lol

Admit it, the man has taste.

cw: none, maybe a bit suggestive

wc: <800 | no beta we die like my will to wake up tmr (i have an 8am class)

thinking about model!hoshina / narumi (orrr your fave bcs anyone works well in this i think) who's recently signed a contract with a cosmetic brand, and when he's called in for the scheduled shooting for the promotional advertisements, he requests that you come along with him to the studio.

"remind me again why i'm here with you?" you say, feeling out of place in a room full of professional photographers, makeup artists, hair stylists and other sophisticated and flamboyant-looking people you don't know the name of their jobs to.

you send a questioning look to your boyfriend, who has been cleaned up well by his stylist team; clad in a long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose that gorgeous smooth skin and sinewy muscles underneath along with a pair of loose trousers. shiny metal rings adorn his lithe fingers and a thin silver chain hangs on his collarbones. his hair is handsomely mussed up, the rugged and messy style acting as the final touch to his already good looks.

the two of you are already standing at the shooting set, with him sitting leisurely on a square-shaped prop seat, a few of the staffs scurrying around to fix the lightings and other props alike.

giving you a lopsided smile, he answers, "you're doing the photoshoot with me, of course." you raise a confused eyebrow before glancing down at your outfit, then back at him. "i'm literally in a t-shirt and sweatpants right now." you flatly say.

he grins and pulls you to stand between his spread legs, hands comfortable on your waist before he deliberately trails them down to the side of your hips, sneaking under the oversized shirt that he knows you'd stolen from his wardrobe. he smiles at the thought, something akin to possessiveness swelling in his chest.

"you still look good like this, baby... but then again, you look good all the time," he drawls, staring up at you with those heavy lidded eyes, causing you to playfully roll yours. his thumbs rub gentle circles on your skin as you settle your hands on his shoulders, gazing back at him like magnets of unlike poles being pulled towards each other.

the tension between you breaks when a staff walks up, a tube of... lipstick? in her hand as she approaches. wordlessly, he takes the tube from her and turns to you with a pointed look. "is that what you're shooting for?" you ask, noting the cosmetic's pretty shade of crimson as he rolls it up.

"mhm," he hums low in affirmation, and as he brings it up to your face is when you stop his hand, confusion taking over your expression. "wait, what are you doing?"

"putting this on you?" he cutely frowns like the answer isn't obvious enough already, the sight a bit of a contrast to his manly appearance. you chuckle slightly in response. "i know, i can see that. but why?"

"you'll figure it out later."

when you finally did put the lipstick on (he insisted that he help you with it, of course), the man had to resist from pulling you to the backroom somewhere lest he starts a sloppy make out session with you right then and there but instead he says, "'kay, now give me a peck."

it takes you a few blinks to finally register what his photoshoot's concept is. no less than a second later, you lean in, hands cradling his sharp jawlines as you press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, firm, intimate and just shy from his plush lips.

you can hear the faint, sharp intake of his breath as you slowly drag your lips to his, planting a sweet peck that results in a soft yet audible smooching sound when you pull away. you take in his final look, and your eyes were nearly filled with hearts then.

the new addition of the red pigment smeared on his skin makes him look all the more alluring and wild, downright sexy the longer you stare at it.

you don't even realize that your boyfriend had said his thanks for your quote unquote contribution, nor do you realize he had gently pushed you away to the side so he could proceed with the photoshoot, a smirk curling at his lips at your dazed and mesmerized eyes.

as if madly hypnotized, you ogle him from out of the camera frame like a sailor being lured in by a siren. it feels... satisfying somehow, to see him with marks like that. your marks, to be specific. it just further emphasizes his willingness and desire to be openly claimed by you, to have a reminder of you on whatever part of his skin.

guess you technically are doing the photoshoot with him...

yea so i had a thought.

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High Score

Based off of the song "Good Graces" from Sabrina Carpenter's new album Short n Sweet (I told yall I was obsessed with it).

“It is literally not that hard to keep a girl happy.” 

After going on three different dates with three different Defense Force Officers, you’d huffed and puffed to Okonogi, to Mina, to Nakanoshima, to anyone who would listen, all morning about how men had no game, how they were disappointing, how they couldn’t keep a relationship alive if they had a gun to their heads. And you’d honestly considered holding your gun to their heads; you wondered if drilling the barrel through their temples would spur some semblance of romance from their dumb asses. 

The first man you’d gone out with had tried to compliment your date attire and failed miserably. He’d said that you should wear that dress more often because it made you look less fat than your usual officer’s uniform. You didn’t even sit down at the table, you were out the door in two seconds flat. 

The second man was great. His demeanor was pleasant, his humor was entertaining, and he was easy on the eyes. But about 25 minutes into the date, his girlfriend discovered his infidelity and came storming into the restaurant, murder and mayhem in her eyes. You’d almost rooted for her when she’d slapped him so hard she broke the sound barrier, and when she left him reeling in the shock of it all, you followed her right out the door. You even had drinks with her afterwards, enjoying -and encouraging- her furious ranting in between bitter shots. 

The third man made it a whole hour into the date before asking when you were going to stop being a tease and let him take you home. At this point in your dating career, you expected nothing but disappointment, so when he finally blurted out his demands, you were more amused than anything that he’d been silently suffering for a whole hour. And of course, you had your fun with him; you felt you were owed at least a good time if not a good date. For wasting your night, you repaid him by edging him on for another hour, coaxing his lust out with pretty words, purred in his ear, with your foot teasing its way up his leg, until he was engorged to the point of excruciating pain, then you left him alone with nothing more than his agony for company. 

It’d become well known among the men that you were hard to date, and well known among the women that the men of the Defense Force were hard to love. At least the ones you went out with. Every disastrous date turned into a word of warning for the women, and they eagerly awaited your updates, curious to know which men to avoid. The men began noticing their dwindling romantic prospects and, their pride on the line, they set out to prove you wrong. 

Soon, a line of suitors filed through your door, every man puffing out their chest, every man arrogantly claiming they could do better than the last. You hadn’t expected such a reception, but your amusement got the better of you, and one by one you agreed to go out with each man. Then, one by one, they all failed. 

Most made it a day or two, some a couple days, some a couple weeks; each one making mistake after mistake, each one more disappointing than the last. One man made it a whole 2 months and then he forgot your birthday and did little to make up for forgetting. You wondered if you should resign yourself to a life alone. You wondered if men were even capable of treating a girl right.

Then the buzz of your dating life reached the ears of the First Division’s Captain. And to your surprise, Gen Narumi, the man who hated to leave the cozy confines of his office, the man who was infamously uninterested in anything besides the latest video games, the man who was aloof, who was blunt, who was sometimes downright unpleasant, had decided to throw his hat into the ring. You were more fascinating than his electronics; the prize of your approval more enticing than any game. 

In no time at all, Narumi had claimed the highest score- you’d been his girlfriend for a whole 3 months, and it was the longest anyone had ever kept you. He’d spoil you with his salary, butter you up with compliments (it wasn’t hard; you kept pace with him on the battlefield well, he had much to praise), and tear the breath straight from your lungs with his devastating kisses. You wondered if this was the moment you would finally fall in love. He’d planned to keep his winning streak going, but then his old habits began slinking their way back into the relationship. He’d promise to take you out for dinner and then his games would consume him and he’d forget your existence. On joint missions, you’d advise him on the best course of action, and he’d blatantly ignore you, thoroughly embarrassing you in front of the whole division as he recklessly went off on his own yet again. You gave him time to clean up his act, still clinging to the first semblance of a good relationship you’d had in awhile. But then you couldn’t take it anymore- you dumped him when month 4 came around.

Vice Captain Hoshina, who had been more than entertained just watching this whole game play out, who had been more than content just watching from the sidelines, suddenly felt the urge to try his hand at your heart. He’d always found you interesting, found your spunk refreshing, found your skills impressive, found your looks enticing, but he was just never in the mood for a relationship. Watching your increasing frustration and Narumi’s increasing stupidity made him realize he wasn’t satisfied with his position on the bench anymore. He’d show Narumi, show all the other men, show the world how it was done. You deserved better and he was the best. 

When he first expressed interest in dating you, part of you was skeptical and reserved. You thought he might just be using you to piss off Narumi. You didn’t completely mind if he was, because you could admit that you’d used many men to get free food and free gifts, knowing it wasn’t going to last, but some part of you couldn’t bear the thought of that happening with him. You greatly respected him as your Vice Captain, and more than that, you enjoyed his company as a friend. You couldn’t stand it if your relationship with him went up in flames, if you had to stop looking for him in hallways, eager for your next training session, if you had to stop saving jokes for him that you thought he’d love, if you had to stop sharing earpods on the transport, listening to your favorite album together on the way to your next mission. 

But your caution quickly turned into curiosity, and before you knew it, you were dating the Vice Captain. You thought to yourself that even if he was just using you to get under Narumi’s skin, you were okay with that, as his little schemes amused you greatly. Once, you’d been out on a date at the mall when Hoshina spotted Narumi a couple aisles away. Of course, Hoshina remembered that Narumi would complain that all you would do was kiss him and nothing else, so Hoshina got it in his head that when Narumi finally turned around to find you on a date with him, he should be holding up lingerie for you to try. Narumi almost blew a gasket demanding to know why Hoshina was allowed to get to homebase with you within the first week of dating when it took him almost a month to even be allowed to hold your hand. Hoshina had looked at you, interested to hear your response, and he was extremely impressed (and amused) by your quick wit, when you simply shrugged, said Hoshina was bigger and walked up to checkout with the lingerie Hoshina had scrambled to find, not even bothering to check if he’d grabbed your size or not. Narumi was fuming the rest of the week and his Vice Captain even went so far as pleading with you to stop pissing him off because it was causing the First Division a lot of trouble. If Hoshina was amused before, now he was thoroughly entertained. 

The two of you got into all sorts of trouble together and it was the most fun you’d had in your entire life. You didn’t even have time to wonder if it was possible to fall for him, you were both in love before you knew it. 

And he always pulled out all the stops for you. 

If someone brought you a flower bouquet, Hoshina would fill your entire living room with them. If someone took you out to a nice dinner, Hoshina would reserve the entire restaurant for the two of you to enjoy. If someone complimented you, Hoshina would leave love letters and sticky notes all around your house for you to find, with things he loved about you written all over them. There was no end to his devotion and adoration of you. If you asked for the sun, you were sure he’d bring the moon and all the stars along with it. 

You’d fallen so in love with him, so quickly, so deeply, so desperately, that you were sure you could excuse any mistake he could ever or would ever make. If he stole something, you’d drive the getaway car. If he killed someone, you’d bring the shovel. Wherever he went, you’d follow. If he wanted to vacation in Hell, you’d bring ice packs and a fan. 

When you finally did get married to him, Hoshina sent Narumi a wedding invite with the words “Looks like I’ve got the high score now” written on the top and you fell in love with him all over again.