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Independent, private, and highly selective roleplaying blog for NARUMI GEN of KAIJU NO. 8.

Followed by SENSEI(He/Him/25+)

_👁__日本最強- -の対怪__獣戦//カ🎮RULES;;

__Basic rules of engagement, we should all know what's up by now; I can and always reserve the right to blow us both up if there's too much friction. __I don't follow for follow, and this blog is MUTUALS ONLY. If I don't follow back after a few days, it's probably a very poignant future conflict of interest, and if I follow you first, I absolutely intend to interact. __I will not follow or interact with MINORS. __I have finished the manga and do NOT tag spoilers, follow at your own risk. __Narumi is considered demiromantic and graysexual, with a penchant for equals. Good fucking luck tbh. __Cross-over and OC friendly, I'm a big fan! __EXTREMELY low activity, we're talking I may show up for a few days every couple of weeks, ol' Sensei works full time and has the attention span of a hand drill. I've also got a couple other blogs which I'm failing at running, so.

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@ofcrossroads commented: “Someone told that the only reason you like hanging out outside of training,” or at least seems to enjoy it (hopefully), “is because I make you feel tall. Is that true?”

鳴 海 弦__Having already hoisted his handheld console into her lap, as though forcing your second in command to shiny hunt for you was supposed to be some sort of immaculate bonding experience, a tired gaze idled on the sun escaping down the edge of the horizon line. With a popsicle tube held firmly between his teeth, he had expected something like leisurely banter or concentrated silence, only for the statement to cause a genuine choking hazard. Hacking the plastic back out of his trachea, agitation the forefront of visible magenta.

"H'aaahh? Who the hell told you that??"

It was because he thought she got it, even if their lots had been so hilariously different - they still both ended up chasing someone's back for a single chance to feel like they belonged somewhere. Because he felt at ease around her, like he didn't have to make sure she knew how much he really looked at the world around him, hoping it would reflect something back. ...maybe because she reflected stuff back, instead. Something similar, understandable, reliable.

"Shut up about things like that. It's not like you get a character creation screen when you're born. What matters are results, right? We're all short next to Kaiju, but that doesn't stop you from getting second place after me."

Leaning over sideways almost aggressively, all but shoving the side of his head against her shoulder under the guise of getting a better look at the handheld's screen, he scoffed with all the grace of a snorting bull.

@ofcrossroads commented: The First Division had a very different culture from the Third. Either that or Kikoru hadn’t fully assimilated. Regardless, she couldn’t bring herself to organize a surprise party; it didn’t feel like her place. She’d wait for an invite from Shinonome later. Instead, Kikoru texted him to meet her in the base’s kitchen. She set a small gift bag ( containing two party games for his console ) on the table beside a 3-stack of different flavored mochi doughnuts. In her hand were three small laminated photographs. “Happy birthday!” She smiled with a cant of her head before lowering the cards as if she was revealing her hand. “I found these going through Papa’s things. They’re copies of his and Mama’s first Captain Card prints. Yours was in there too.”

鳴 海 弦__They'd make a big deal about it, because he was a big deal here; It was affirming, it was how he wanted it - to actually be celebrated for all those results he had accumulated to this day. Even so, it was always a little awkward, he'd put on a huge show about it each year, act like he always expected to be lauded, doted on, and praised for being born, even though he didn't actually know how to accept all that quite yet. It was the first one without Isao-san, looming super seriously in the background of the party, too. He and Hasegawa couldn't fuss at him as he insisted he was a year closer to beating the old man's ass and expectations - it was one of the couple of reasons he hadn't quite made it to the office where he knew his squad was going to chuck confetti at him.

"Weird and clandestine, what's up?"

The parcel was easily identifiable, which relaxed his posture a bit as he entered - It made sense for her to do something a little more private, and he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the more intimate space; He'd have to tease her otherwise - - ... thoughts cut short as his gaze lowered to her hand, studying the contents, before reaching out to gently, carefully secure them.

"... damn, he looks the same, maybe he was just born looking like that, huh? ... .. we can set them up together in the party room, put em' up high, make it so they can annoy us that way."

Something genuine crossed his lips, it was awkward, almost like a smile, despite him normally failing at basic human emoting.

@ofluminance commented: " were you going to tell any of us what day it is today? " kafka stands in the doorway to gen's room, brow raised. there's a wrapped box in his hands, held outstretched to gen, as he shuts the door behind him. " happy birthday. " he says finally with a warmth in his smile. inside the box are a few packs of the defense force collector cards, some handmade sweets, and a new scarf and hat for the winter season. " it's already starting to get cold, you don't wear much warm weather gear.. don't want you catching a cold and then giving it to me.. unless kaiju are immune to the common cold?? huh, something to research. " kafka laughs, stepping forwards. " ah, one more thing. " large hands find gen's hips and kafka pulls him in for a long awaited kiss. / 😌

鳴 海 弦__The scald of rebuttal fell flat at his tongue as he turned, noting the half-kaiju as the intruder, and not anyone attempting to clean his quarters of the veritable dragon's hoard of random shit piled everywhere; If it was just Hibino, it was fine. His own brow arced, though it was obscured by his hairline at the inquiry, an incredulous cant of the head -

"Eh? Everyone should know - - it's on the cards, everyone should be posting about it, right? ... it should be trending!"

Truth be told, it hadn't really mattered before getting roped into the Defense Force; Passed around from place to place, there was never any time or resources to bother with it, so he figured the date wasn't what it was about. When he found somewhere to be, he'd make a bigger deal about it, because by then, he'd be earning that keep, right? Kafka seemed like the type to care way too much about celebrations and the people they were about, so he figured he'd at least try to do something for him - - maybe not be so damn suspicious about it, though. Cornered in his own room by hospitality and overt familiarity, the gifts were almost greedily procured, each assessed and found adequate; The scarf was immediately tested around the back of his neck, the cards placed behind him on some important surface, and a sweet was lifted to taste, lips parting at the exact moment he was secured and pulled forward.

"GHNnf - -"

Magenta now visible and wide, his amazing timing allowing for the collision and depth of the gesture to extend a little further than he had ever meant to receive, causing crimson replace his entire complexion. Despite it, he wasn't about to deny the affection or lose to it, reciprocating as much as he could despite being startled into action.

@ofcrossroads commented: “Is that snowman supposed to be a life-size model of yourself…?” Incredulous tone, and she almost gawks at the idea until she studies it further. Approaching its hairline, she draws a finger to fix it up. “It’s not quite right.” She remarks thoughtfully. Turning to her side, she looks for a stray stick anywhere but results to looting a dormant tree nearby before returning. The current eye sockets aren’t quite right either. Instead, she breaks the stick into four pieces and places two tiny crosses in their place. “That’s a better rendition.” (Baka Deshi)

鳴 海 弦__The indignant air that had been inhaled in order to dispute the incredulity with exposition about what Santa was supposed to be capable of would never meet the light of day; As befitting of his esteemed prodigy, she apparently got the importance of it, in the end, even a brow arced considerably as his work was summarily judged. It was all he could do to hold back a bark, considering he should know what a perfect snowman of himself entailed, but - he was curious. What did she think was a proper rendition of him? What did she see when she looked his way? The miniature Shinomiya curated perfection even more quickly than he could lie about a devil-may-care attitude, so this could... say a lot, honestly. He didn't really give a shit if most people knew him as whatever he presented on media or the field, that was more for their sake - but it was different, here - to the perfect pedigree, the aggressive stray getting acknowledged must be hilarious. And worse, the thought really bothered him. It sucked to know when you wanted someone to think well of you.

"Pff, oh yeah? You like that the best?"

When he was in the midst of battle, then - when he was the strongest combatant they could rely on; That made sense. That's how Isao-san had also told him he was worthy of a place to be. That was fine, he could be that no sweat.

I just wanna say you are such a joy to have around. Your writing? Stellar honestly. I love reading your replies. Your little comments are so much fun too. You’re hilarious 😂

But most importantly, you bring so much vibrance to my dash. Take the time you need. I’m very glad we’ve gotten to write together this year! )

LOVING SENSEI HOURS? OKAY.

Hah, you fell for the bait, loser ( affectionate ). How dare you say such nice things in the tags like that! But thank you so much for being such a fun-loving & delightful human bean. Usually it's difficult to connect with others in such a short amount of time, but you made it effortless. Honestly, you make it feel like we've been friends for years & not just a month. Which is rare, thank you for being such a stellar friend!

Also we need to talk about how superb your writing is, the way you capture your muses?? The way I can hear their voices in the dialogue every time I read replies? You're so talented. I love how much life you breathe into your muses, the dash, and honestly discord too! Which is why I must bully you more. Care you, Sensei!

@starjynx commented: INCOMING!!! There's a perfectly rounded snowball locking on right for the back of the first division captain's big head. Catch Mina quickly turning away as if she didn't throw it.

鳴 海 弦__There was little reason to insist on any sort of physical defense around people, that wasn't exactly his brand; Remaining amazing and indomitable to the masses didn't involve overpowering anything other than kaiju, so he rarely paid much strategy-worthy attention if the biggest threat to his popularity charts was ......as usual, the Third Division Captain. He stood tall and proud and unassuming, decked out in his perfect santa attire - it was modified, of course, a normal combat suit underneath all the red and white fluff - surveying the fresh snowfall with the satisfaction of one that somehow made the wintery weather happen. The whipcrack tension of air shattering on the wind caused pause, pupils suddenly alight with magenta crosshairs as he prepared to turn and face the projectile, only for a frigid missile to make intimate and direct contact with his cerebellum. In dramatic and completely understandable fashion, palms met the powder beneath him, catching the first division captain before he face-planted fully. "ASHIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOO - -"

@ofcrossroads commented: varying degrees of scary questions via 🎮 - still accepting!

[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? 鳴 海 弦__Depends on the circumstance and individual. While Narumi has shown that most of his excessive showboating stems from an innate desire for affirmation, he's also made it very clear he despises being exploited for any reason - with this in mind, he has to feel pretty secure in order to let anyone get too close if it's not dumb or superficial; He lets Hasegawa manhandle him hourly, and I'm sure that extends to anyone he's known for a while or respects. TLDR; It's not really fear, and he does crave it if it's from certain people.

[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? 鳴 海 弦__This man is so transparent that he swears secrecy every other day, but all the old bastards keeping him in check always figure it out anyway. He tries to keep the fact that he's actually really well suited for his position under wraps, which is the biggest thing we've ever seen him try to hide, otherwise, he's fairly honest and open.

[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? 鳴 海 弦__Narumi doesn't really do debts, as having Isao's creed for results drilled into his head when he was asked to join the Defense Force made it so that he was constantly repaying both Shinomiya and Hasegawa by essentially dedicating his entire life to being the strongest. He fights tooth and nail for a place he can stay, and in doing so, fights for everyone in Japan, so he doesn't really feel like he owes anyone anything. In fact, you could probably give him a little extra.

[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? 鳴 海 弦__Having lost the entirety of his formative years, the skill of compartmentalization is top-notch in this guy. He grew up with nothing, and then lost the person who had given him a place to belong; As long as he's still breathing, I firmly believe Narumi would continue to put his grief away, no matter the circumstance. He's not in a position to break, so he won't.

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? 鳴 海 弦__His every day is a ritual, his entire mask is a superstition made to keep him functioning and the world running smoothly around him; Slacking off, getting fussed at, playing his games, screaming about getting his room cleaned, having a stupid rivalry with the Third for no reason, all these little constants give him a sense of security, in a way.