#ary asks

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Soshiro Hoshina who always needs to be in control. Doesn’t matter if it’s a mission, a conversation, or what seat he picks at a meeting—he’s not the type to wing anything.

Soshiro “Don’t get attached” Hoshina who is literally so touch-starved it’s embarrassing. He acts like he's fine but flinches when someone pats his back, then thinks about it for hours. HOURS. (I WILL DIE ON A HILL FOR THIS)

Soshiro Hoshina who absolutely did not mean to find the new tech analyst cute. Like—why did you have to look that focused while frowning at your screen? Why did you laugh at one of his dry-ass jokes like it was actually funny?

And why did his eyes immediately flick to your lips when you did?

Soshiro Hoshina who suddenly keeps showing up in the tech room. Weird how his swords are taking way more damage lately. So strange. Definitely not intentional. Nope.

Soshiro Hoshina who tries to play it cool, casually throwing in a “Wanna grab food after this?” like it’s no big deal—definitely not a date unless you say yes. Then it's 100% a date.

Soshiro Hoshina who’s completely thrown off when you kiss him first. He just freezes like—wait, what just happened? Did that actually happen?

And then—

Soshiro Hoshina who does not lose control.

Except—maybe—he kind of does the second you kiss him first.

He freezes for half a second. Just half. His eyes wide, brain buffering. You pulled him in like it was nothing—you. Cute little analyst, always tapping away at your screen, always making him feel a little too warm in the chest. You kissed him.

And then?

Yeah. No more thinking.

Because Soshiro Hoshina, the calm, no-nonsense vice captain, kisses you back like he’s been waiting for this for way too long. Like he’s starving and just got a taste of something he didn’t realize he needed this badly.

One hand cups the side of your face, firm but careful. The kind of grip that says, “Don’t go anywhere.” The other slides to your waist, fingers pressing just a little too tight—like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real. That this is happening.

Your lips move against his and god, he melts. Literally. The man who gives out orders without blinking suddenly has a thumb brushing your cheek, his body leaning into yours, breath hitching when you grab the front of his jacket and tug him closer.

You swear you hear the tiniest sound—something between a sigh and a low groan—when your hand slides up his chest and rests against his neck. Like touch short-circuits something in him. Like no one’s touched him there in a long time.

And that’s when it shifts. From "surprised kiss" to “I will absolutely ruin you with how much I want this” kiss.

His lips part slightly, pulling you in deeper. Slow but intense. Like he wants to memorize the way you taste. Like he’s pouring every second he held back into this moment. Like control doesn’t matter anymore—only you do.

And when you finally break apart?

He stays close. Forehead resting against yours, breathing hard, thumb still stroking your cheek like he doesn’t want to stop touching you.

“…That was unexpected,” he murmurs. Voice low. Breathless. Still staring at your lips.

And yet—he’s already leaning in again.

but yeah, imagine uno reverse him when it comes to teasing like you tease him back and he can't retort or counter it

THIS. With my Vice Captain!Reader who is an absolute menace to society (a.k.a Soshiro Hoshina) SUGGESTIVE!! (but nothing really happened lolz)

LIKE IMAGINE!! The 5th Division and 3rd Division are doing another joint operation, right? And of course, being the little shit of the 5th Division, you're bored out of your mind. Everyone's going on and on about Kaiju—Kaiju No. 10 acting too human, blah blah blah (which is weird because you’re getting a vibe™ from that clumsy 30-something guy sitting next to the short silver-haired dude... but hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if he was Kaiju No. 10? Just saying.)

And here's the thing—you + boredom + Soshiro Hoshina in the same vicinity = immediate danger. Like, everyone already knows the two of you have some strange, chaotic chemistry that not even either of you can explain. It’s flirty, it’s annoying, it’s borderline criminal, and the Defense Force has collectively agreed: you should not be allowed in the same room.

But alas. Here we are.

You're sitting across from him. The table between you is wide—but not wide enough. If you just moved your foot an inch forward, you'd be touching his.

A dangerous smirk starts forming on your face.

He looks so peaceful, sitting back with that relaxed slouch of his, nodding occasionally like he’s actually listening to whatever Captain Ashiro is droning on about. And gods, he looks good in that jacket—like unfairly good. The kind of good that makes you think, 'Maybe I’ll cause a problem on purpose.'

So you do.

You glide your foot forward, slow and deliberate, until the tip of your boot brushes against his.

It takes exactly 1.5 seconds for him to react.

His eyes flick over to you, a confused look on his face.

He mouths, “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, you slide your foot up—slow, deliberate, like you’ve got all the time in the world. You feel the tense line of muscle along his leg, the fabric of his uniform tight under your shoe. You stop just below his knee.

His expression doesn’t change, not really. But his hand twitches slightly on the table. His posture straightens—barely noticeable, unless someone knew him well.

Unfortunately for him, you do.

He mouths again, this time slower: “What.are.you.doing”

But his leg doesn’t move away.

Neither does yours.

And Captain Ashiro is still talking.

Why not live up to the name you’ve earned for yourself—“Menace of the 5th.”

You slowly move your shoe up and down, gently trailing along the inside of his leg. Featherlight, playful, maddening.

He shifts in his seat again—subtle, controlled. But you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, the muscle twitching as he tries to keep that ever-so-composed expression on his face.

You raise a brow at him. 

"Are you okay, Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina?" you ask sweetly, voice laced with fake concern and just the right amount of menace.

All eyes turn toward him.

Soshiro straightens up, clearing his throat, very much not okay. His hand subtly grips the edge of the table like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. You watch with barely hidden delight as he fights for composure.

“Yes,” he says, voice steady but a little too sharp. “I’m okay, Vice Captain.”

That’s enough entertainment for today.

You slowly lower your shoe, smug satisfaction curling on your lips as everyone awkwardly shifts their focus back to the screen in front.

You glance back at the very flustered, very ruffled Soshiro Hoshina.

He looks at you. He mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear:

“You’re dead later.”

Oh, Vice Captain Hoshina… Always threatening you with a good time.

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I like music that has little to no singing!

Like video games sound tracks. Trap, techno electronic house and EDM. I do listen to some normal songs n stuff sometimes but if it has lyrics and it's a song I like I'll stop drawing and jam out xD I get distracted