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“You’re such a dweeb, you know that?” Kikoru sighs before taking a sip of her tea. “Kinda pathetic to stalk yourself on social media, don’t you think?”
“I’m not stalking myself.” Narumi rolls his eyes while continuing to scroll down his screen. “I’m just keeping up with the masses. Being Japan’s strongest combatant isn’t just about my kaiju kill count. It means I need to know what’s going on outside of just business too.”
“Sure,” Kikoru mumbles under her breath. “If you say so.”
Narumi pays her no mind, returning his full focus back to his narrow phone screen. It all started after he’d become captain of the First Division and finished a high profile mission with massive media coverage. He started noticing people talking about him on socials. From blog posts about his kaiju armour and weapons, to the dozens of Instagram fan accounts popping up, to the live commentary on Twitter… Narumi’s ego gets a tiny boost at every mention of his name.
Even the bad stuff doesn’t deter him. In fact, it never fails to amuse him when his loyal fans go to war in the comments to save his honour. He also secretly gets a kick out of reporting accounts that say anything nasty about him. It’s a win-win situation.
Today is much the same. They’d only just returned from a mission fighting a large-scale kaiju invasion. Luckily, the kaiju had been of low fortitude levels and it hadn’t taken much time or effort to get rid of them all. Nonetheless, the photos from the defence operation were currently trending on all socials. Narumi smirks as he scrolls down his feed and likes all the photos and videos that feature him. Using his secret account, of course. He’s too cool to do it using his official account; he’s trying to project an aloof captain persona and all that.
“Wipe that disgusting look off your face, ugh,” Kikoru grumbles in the background. But Narumi doesn’t pay her any attention of course. They got some real nice shots of him. What a great mission.
“What’re you two up to?” Narumi doesn’t need to look up to see Kafka making his way towards the two of them. He grunts in annoyance. Why won’t people leave him alone? He just wants to soak up some good vibes in peace.
“Our distinguished captain is searching himself up on the internet because he’s not at all narcissistic,” Kikoru sing-songs, twirling her hair with one hand. Narumi would flip her off if he wasn’t busy using both hands for fast and effective scrolling.
“Oooh?” Kafka nods, taking a seat beside Narumi. “That sounds fun.” Finally someone with some fragments of intelligence; Narumi makes a note to be nicer to Kafka from now on. With a wide grin, Kafka takes out his own phone and starts typing on his screen. “Let me see what’s trending.”
With a grunt, Narumi starts to tune everything out. But then, Kafka says something that makes him accidentally click the like button on a hate tweet.
“Oh look! Vice-captain Hoshina is trending on number one today!” Kafka squeals excitedly. “Looks like they took down a high level Kaiju on the outskirts.”
“Let me see that,” Narumi mutters, unscrupulously grabbing Kafka’s phone right out of his hands. Kikoru says something about how he could just look it up on his own phone, but he doesn’t give a flying fuck.
The photo that greets him on Kafka’s phone is of a very roughed up Hoshina, usually immaculate mushroom head a bird’s nest, face covered in kaiju goo. But his smile is still the same, small but radiant and full of life. Narumi presses the ‘like’ button on reflex before scrolling down. There are a couple of pictures and videos of him in action. His movements are fast and sharp and mesmerising. Narumi could watch them on loop for hours.
But the next post that pops up on the feed makes Narumi pause, mood turning sour almost instantly. It’s a photo of Hoshina with Captain Ashiro, standing back to back. The photo itself is very cool and heroic. But the caption makes Narumi want to slam the phone against the wall.
Captain x Vice-captain goals… but also COUPLE goals. #HoshiAshi
Narumi frowns, finger hovering above the hashtag. HoshiAshi ? What kind of dumb sounding shit is that? Absolutely ridiculous. But when he taps on the hashtag, he’s directed to a brand new side of the internet. Turns out HoshiAshi is a common “ship” amongst the people.
I want someone to look at me the way Hoshina looks at Ashiro (sighhh) #HoshiAshi
#HoshiAshi’s sexual chemistry is off the charts!
#HoshiAshi #Soulmates #Forever
There are thousands of posts portraying Hoshina and Ashiro in a romantic light. Fanarts of them kissing and holding hands and even doing the forbidden tango— god, Narumi’s stomach twists into knots and he immediately presses the report button on the vile posts. There are also video edits to love songs and even collages and everything is so lovey dovey and mushy and sweet. And Narumi obviously reports each and every single post for defamation, spam and disturbing media. The triple combo should be enough to take them down.
With his day now officially ruined, Narumi exhales shakily, ears ringing from how upset he feels. He pauses, suddenly wondering if there’s a ship name for him and Hoshina. There might be— the two of them had worked together on a few missions in the past. They’d also been in training together. And they’ve attended public events together on many occasions. Surely, there’s bound to be some shippers for them too.
Turns out there isn’t.
***
“Hey, how do I get him to give my phone back?” Kafka whispers to Kikoru, brows furrowed anxiously. “It’s been a solid half hour that he’s been glaring and scrolling like he’s on a mission. I promised Leno-kun I'd call him!”
“Yeah, I reckon you can forget about getting your phone back,” Kikoru says, shaking her head in exasperation. She takes her phone out and hands it over to Kafka. “Here, just use mine.”
***
The moment Hoshina opens his door, Narumi is on him like a magnet to metal. He barely gets to make a sound before Narumi kisses his breath away, rough and hard and it turns Hoshina’s legs into jelly. The door shuts behind them as Narumi drags Hoshina inside and takes a seat on the couch, propping Hoshina unceremoniously on his lap.
“Wow,” Hoshina manages to pant out in between kisses, shuddering under Narumi’s fingers. “Hello to you too, I guess.”
All Narumi gives him in reply is a grunt of acknowledgement. He’s too preoccupied with tugging their clothes off, fingers deft, pulling too hard at Hoshina’s t-shirt and making it stretch until the fabric loses its elasticity. Hoshina raises a brow in question, struggling to keep his composure, even while Narumi’s chewing his nipple with gusto, lubed up fingers starting to work into Hoshina’s hole.
How did Narumi even get here? Last Hoshina checked, Narumi’s kaiju-enhanced powers were foresight and not super-human speed.
Hoshina starts to slowly dissolve into pleasure, eyes going out of focus as Narumi bottoms out, his dick pressing at all the parts that make Hoshina’s toes curl. He swerves his hips, trying take Narumi in deeper, riding him lazily on the couch. With a contented sigh, his hands trail down to rub one out. But Narumi grabs both his wrists and pins them behind his back. Hoshina’s eyes dart wide open and he blinks, whining when he realises that Narumi has stopped moving too. He’s just sitting there, half-dressed, with a fully naked Hoshina sitting on his dick.
“Why aren’t you moving?” Hoshina tries to wiggle. But Narumi doesn’t show any reaction. If anything, his hold around Hoshina’s wrists only tighten, and his brows burrow deeper. They’re halfway through getting off, but Narumi’s head isn’t in it. There’s something going on. “Hey…” Hoshina frowns. “What is it? You’re acting weird.”
“Why do you think I’m acting weird?” Narumi grunts out. His eyes pierce straight through Hoshina’s, sharp and relentless. And upset. Oh. Hoshina sighs in resignation. It’s one of those days. Over the many years he’s known Narumi, he’s become well-acquainted with Narumi’s fragile ego. Something must have set him off, and here he was, using sex to vent his frustrations.
Not that Hoshina was complaining. Irritated Narumi is always a good fuck. But the downside of this Narumi was the fact that he has this tendency to torture Hoshina by edging him until Narumi's ego has been pieced back together. Sometimes, it only takes a few minutes. Sometimes, it takes a few days. Hoshina feels a chill run down his spine when he recalls the incident last year when Narumi was trolled online for liking mint chocolate ice cream. It had taken a solid three weeks before Hoshina was allowed to come. Literal hell.
Praying to all the gods that he doesn’t even believe in, Hoshina prepares to face the beast that is Narumi’s fragile ego.
“Alright,” Hoshina says carefully, momentarily ignoring the fact that he’s still sitting on Narumi’s still very much erect dick. “Spill.”
“Spill what?”
“Don’t bullshit me.” Hoshina rolls his eyes. “You’re obviously pouting. If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you, I’m not going to be able to help fix it.”
For a minute, Narumi looks troubled. Like he doesn’t quite know if he should tell Hoshina what’s going on or not. But he eventually caves in with an unhappy sigh.
“It’s just…” Narumi starts, shaking his head as if he’s still in denial of whatever it is that’s been bothering him. “A lot of people seem to ship you with that captain of yours.”
“Ship? I’m not sure I follow.” Hoshina blinks in confusion. He’s never been on a ship in his life, and doesn’t think Captain Ashiro has either.
“Many people perceive the two of you as an item. They want you and Ashiro to be together,” Narumi hisses out, brows knitted together tight enough that Hoshina wants to reach out and smooth them back out. A vein pops dangerously on Narumi’s forehead, like it’s about to explode any moment. “They think you have great chemistry.”
It’s like every word that comes out of Narumi’s mouth gets more ridiculous than the last. Hoshina just sits there and stares in utter disbelief. Surely, Narumi is pulling his leg. But the look on Narumi’s face is far from kidding. Hoshina blinks in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish, struggling to think of the best course of action to tackle this problem.
“I mean…” Hoshina tries, rubbing his chin as he contemplates his words. “I suppose it’s nice people think Captain Ashiro and I have good chemistry. It’s more reassuring for people to see that we work well together as a squad—”
“No, you idiot, that’s not it!” Narumi groans, swiping his palm down his face in exasperation. He scowls at Hoshina, eyes glinting an indignant crimson. “They think you have good sexual chemistry.”
Oh.
Hoshina can feel his jaw drop. What on earth is Narumi talking about? Never in his entire life did he think they’d be having this conversation.
“They want the two of you to date.” Ah, but of course, Narumi isn’t done yet. “They want you to get married and give her babies.” He spits the words out, scowl getting so dark, Hoshina subconsciously pulls away from him, only to realise that he’s still sitting on Narumi’s lap, dick in hole and everything.
As if to cement that fact, Narumi gives a little buck of his hips, suddenly smirking as if he wasn’t throwing a tantrum just moments ago. “They have no clue how that obviously makes no sense,” Narumi purrs like a satisfied cat— Hoshina is honestly getting whiplash. “Ashiro could never satisfy you. You need a good dicking down every so often, after all.”
“Well…” The words tumble out of Hoshina’s mouth before he can even given them a second thought. “She can always use a strap— ow!” He yelps when Narumi jerks his hips up suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence. His scowl is back full force and he looks livid. Hoshina scrambles to do damage control. “Hey now, I’m just teasing you. You know that.”
“It’s not funny,” Narumi hisses through his teeth. He looks down, eyes flickering as he stares at where his fingers dig into Hoshina’s hips. “It’s frustrating. So many people ship you and Ashiro. But… nobody ships us. Not even one person.” Narumi clenches his eyes shut and shakes his head. He’s clearly upset. It’s endearing, Hoshina thinks, his chest tightening with renewed fondness for Narumi.
“That’s not true.” Hoshina hums, grinning when Narumi opens his eyes and gives him a confused look. “I know somebody who ships us the most, as big as the Titanic—”
“You do know that the Titanic hit an iceberg and sank, right?” Narumi raises a brow in concern. “I think you’d be better off not using fandom jargon. You don’t really get it.”
“Just listen to me for a second!” Hoshina reaches over and clasps his hands over Narumi’s mouth, effectively shutting him up. After making sure Narumi’s going to stay quiet, he lets go, hands trailing down to cup Narumi’s face gently. “I know someone who thinks we have great chemistry. Romantic, sexual… everything. So you’re wrong.”
“Yeah?” Narumi whispers. He looks desperate, like he wants nothing more than for Hoshina to prove him wrong. “Who’s that?”
“Me.” Hoshina reaches forward and presses his lips against Narumi’s, smiling when Narumi’s mouth opens in surprise. “I ship us a lot.”
“That’s not fair…” Narumi groans, hands running up and down Hoshina’s hips, eliciting tingles in their wake. “You’re making me feel like an idiot now.”
“You are an idiot,” Hoshina says with a tap to Narumi’s nose. “But you’re my idiot, so I’ll put up with your silliness.” He yelps when Narumi pinches his butt. “Hey!” But Narumi’s got that look on his face, the one that only appears when the storm clears. He’s okay now. He’s happy again.
So is his dick, judging by how it starts to pulse inside Hoshina. Not that he’s complaining. He’s been skewered for far too long. As if sensing his thoughts, Narumi twists him around and pushes him down onto the couch, climbing between his legs. He captures Hoshina’s lips in a kiss, hard and deep, making Hoshina’s toes curl even as his legs come to wrap around Narumi’s waist, ankles locking together.
There’s no denying it; their sexual chemistry is great.
***
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“These days, my social media feed has been weird.” Kafka sighs, throwing back his head on the couch and closing his eyes.
“Weird how?”
Kafka clicks his tongue in annoyance. “I keep seeing weird fan edits of Captain Narumi and Vice Captain Hoshina.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Kafka’s eyes dart open and he nearly topples out of the couch in surprise, looking over his shoulder to see Narumi with a deadpan expression on his face. Come to think of it, he never had this issue before he let Narumi borrow his phone. What a weird coincidence.
“There have been a lot of posts about you and Vice Captain Hoshina. Even some gay fan arts and stuff. Very odd.” Kafka frowns, hoping his words aren’t making Narumi feel too awkward.
“What are we called?” Narumi asks, unblinking. It would be terrifying if it weren’t for the fact that he’s got his eyes glued on Kafka’s phone screen.
“I beg your pardon?” Kafka feels constipated from this entire conservation. He misses working in the Third Division; he misses Leno. “The people call you Captain Narumi, sometimes Gen when they’re being casual—”
“No, I meant…” Narumi rolls his eyes, as if he’s the exasperated one. “What’s our ship name?”
Yeah, Kafka is ready to quit. He’s ready to become a kaiju guinea pig. That would be better than whatever the fuck this conversation is. “I’m not sure I follow—”
With a huff, Narumi grabs Kafka’s phone out of his hand without a care. Kafka’s starting to wonder if he should just relinquish his phone to Narumi permanently and get a new one. But then, he notices how Narumi starts swiping for a bit before his face splits into a wide, shit eating grin. With a happy grunt, he returns the phone to Kafka and walks away.
Kafka simply stares at his retreating back in confusion. He looks down at his phone. The screen shows a photo of Narumi and Hoshina standing back to back, facing off against a kaiju during their training camp.
The caption reads #NaruHoshi.
Fin