#narumi

Sweaty Gamer

　how do you get the whole JAKDF to respect you, especially in the first division? oh narumi gen is about to find out why you’re so popular among the others !

featuring. narumi gen !

content. 0.8k wc , fluff , crack , time line; past , little spoiler alert about narumi’s backstory , safe for minors , gen might be ooc , crappy writing.

author’s note. ahh I finally posted about kaiju no. 8 yay !! I always wanted to write for kn8 but I didn’t get to but finally after finishing the manga, I mustered my motivation to post about kaiju no. 8 ehe!

　"GET back to the mission. There are still Yoju's lingering around!"

You turned back to your division as soon as you noticed some of them beginning to slack off after you finished off the Honju with one single attack — their shoulders slumping down.

But it didn't take long until they flinched at your demand, your sharp and stern glare burning through their suit. "No slacking off until every Kaiju dropped dead!" you exclaimed.

"Of course, Vice-Captain!" they shouted as a reply and jumped off the scene in search for the last few Yoju's.

Heck — you were stern as hell and even glared at them but despite all that? You were a respected figure among your comrades, especially in the first division. Not because you were the vice-captain.

⌕ kaiju no. 8 • gen narumi.

the room smells like cinnamon candles and pumpkin spice. the floor is covered with newspaper, a big orange mess of pumpkin guts scattered everywhere. gen’s sitting cross legged beside you, his hair messy, sleeves rolled to his elbows. you’re both in matching halloween pajamas, orange with small bats all over and the sight of him in them is honestly too cute.

“you’re taking that design thing too seriously,” he teases, glancing at the sketch you’re trying to draw onto your pumpkin.

“it’s called artistic vision, gen,” you say, sticking your tongue out. “not everyone is content with stabbing a pumpkin and calling it a day.”

He smirks, digging his hand inside his pumpkin and pulling out a giant handful of stringy pumpkin pulp. it squelches between his fingers.

“yeah? well, my vision involves guts.”

you wrinkle your nose. “ew. gross. don’t touch me with that.”

“what? this?” he grins, lifting his hand slowly like a villain in a low budget horror movie.

“gen, no. seriously.”

but he’s already standing up, taking a slow step toward you.

you squeal, scrambling to your feet, your pumpkin forgotten. “ew! don’t touch me with your slimy hands!”

he laughs that deep, oddly creepy laugh that always makes you wonder why you like him in the first place, and then he lunges. you dodge around the couch, still laughing, but he’s faster. In just a few steps he catches you by the waist, spinning you around until you’re both breathless.

“gotcha.”

you’re giggling uncontrollably, trying to push his hands away, but he smears a bit of pumpkin on your cheek.

“gen!”

“consider it festive face paint.”

you pretend to glare at him, but it’s useless when you’re smiling so hard. he leans in close, eyes sparkling under the soft  glow of the lights.

“what was that about not touching you with my slimy hands?” he murmurs.

“gen, cut that out.” 

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I didn't think I'd write for Gen anytime soon but I did ...and before writing for Chuuya !!!! ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ I wish I can understand me someday (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

She’d been spending the evening at her friend’s place, chatting about work and random nonsense, when her friend suddenly sighed dramatically.

“I haven’t seen my boyfriend in three days. I miss him so much.”

She laughed. “Three days? You’re so clingy. I haven’t seen Narumi in two weeks and we're perfectly fine.”

Her friend blinked, the mood shifting instantly. “…Two weeks? That’s not ‘fine,’ that’s neglecting him.”

“of course no, He doesn't care about these things anyway”

... right ?

And that's why she found herself in front of Narumi's door instead of hers

She opened the door and exactly as expected, Narumi was on the floor in front of the TV, controller in hand, eyes fixed on the screen. Completely unbothered.

See? She smiled to herself. Her chest loosened with a relieved little laugh. Her friend was just being dramatic. He was fine. Totally fine.

She sat beside him quietly, he didn’t even glance at her, just mumbled a soft “hey” before focusing back on the boss fight, Like he always does when focused in his gane

She waited. Watched his fingers move. Listened to the small frustrated huffs he always made when he played.

Everything was normal.

When the fight finally ended, she nudged him with a grin.

“At least offer me a soda, you know. Guest service is important.” she teased before looping her arms around him in a warm hug.

But Narumi flinched—hard.

The controller slipped from his hands.

And then… he trembled.

Not violently, but enough to feel it beneath her palms, enough to make her breath catch.

Her smile faded, concern blooming instantly in her chest.

....Oh...Maybe she had indeed neglected him.