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“Fucccckkk!” Narumi groaned, ruffling his hair like he wanted to pull it out. He kicked the blanket down to the end of the bed, rolled over again, grabbed his pillow, and hugged it tight while staring at the bright screen of his PC. After a moment, he let out a long sigh, threw both his legs up, and forced himself to sit.
“What should I do…” he mumbled, biting his lower lip. Another sigh slipped out. Hoshina’s birthday today, and he still had zero idea what gift to give him.
And honestly? It would be weird if Narumi suddenly gave him something. Everyone knew they were always arguing. Always bickering. Always having stupid beef over the smallest things.
But it was Narumi’s fault too because yes, he liked that annoying bowl-cut idiot. He liked Hoshina. And lately, Narumi had been trying to gather up enough courage to actually prepare a gift for that stupid vice captain.
Right now, he was scrolling through Twitter, and his eyes widened when he saw tons of CSE announcements for Hoshina’s birthday. Fan events. Kits. Merch drops. Everything.
And of course—Narumi signed up for every single one. He wouldn’t show it to anyone, but he was absolutely going to collect all the birthday kits for Hoshina. Every. Single. One.
“Alright!” Narumi suddenly felt a surge of energy hit him like lightning. He jumped to his feet with a cheeky grin, grabbed whatever clothes were lying on the floor, and pulled them on without even checking if they matched. He snatched his keys and his wallet—stuffed with cards he kept forgetting existed.
Without thinking too hard, he headed straight to his motorbike. It was automatic for him by now, going to that one store he always visited, the same one that sold all the merch, printouts, papers, ribbons—everything he usually needed for his projects.
This time, he needed it for Hoshina.
And that thought alone made his heart beat faster.
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But now that he was actually inside the store, Narumi just stood there, frozen in place. His brain completely blanked out. He had no idea what to get anymore.
“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath, sighing as he nervously bit his fingernail. He walked around the store, checking every corner, every shelf, every little display, but nothing felt right. He didn’t even know what Hoshina liked besides books, coffee, and Mont Blancs. And there was no point in giving him another blade—Hoshina probably had a whole collection of different kinds already, probably stacked neatly in his apartment like some weird weapon museum.
Narumi checked his watch. 4:00 AM. Great. He had been stressing over this for hours.
He walked out of the store with another sigh, dragging his feet toward his bike. But just as he was about to hop on, something caught his eye—a charm hanging on a rack outside a small booth. A little lucky charm, simple but cute, with a tiny knot and a soft color that reminded him a bit of Hoshina’s calm vibe.
Narumi blinked.
“…Oh.”
Narumi walked straight toward the small booth, his steps quick and nervous. The old woman behind the table looked up and greeted him with a gentle smile.
“Did something catch your eye, young man?” she asked kindly.
Narumi shuffled a bit, eyes not meeting hers. He felt weirdly shy, like his throat tightened up at the last second.
“Uh… do you—” He stopped, groaning quietly at himself. Why was he acting like this? He already knew what he wanted.
He took a breath. “Do you know how to make a Senninbari?” he finally asked, voice low as his face heated up.
“Oh?” The old woman lifted her brows slightly, then smiled like she understood more than he said. “For your husband?” she asked casually, not even bothered by the idea though Narumi was clearly a man.
Narumi’s whole face turned red. “Wh— no! It’s for someone. Just a gift.” he said quickly, almost tripping over his words.
She chuckled softly at how flustered he looked but didn’t tease further. “Senninbari… a thousand-stitch charm. Meant to protect someone precious.” She glanced at the charm rack, then at Narumi. “You already know what it stands for, then.”
Narumi nodded quietly. He knew exactly what it symbolized—protection, strength, good fortune. Something made by someone who cared. Something personal.
“I can make one.” the old woman continued gently. “But if you want to give it properly… I can teach you how to stitch it yourself.”
Narumi’s heart jumped.
“…Please.” he said, barely above a whisper, cheeks still burning. This is his first time saying please.
Narumi finally felt like he could breathe a little. He actually found a gift for Hoshina. One problem solved. But he couldn’t help wondering… why was there even a booth open this early? It was barely morning. Still—whatever. As long as his problem could be fixed, he didn’t care.
“Come.” the old woman said softly. She turned to someone behind the booth and told them to watch over it for a while. Then she motioned for Narumi to follow her.
Good thing Narumi was wearing a hoodie with the hood up and his hair covered, no one recognized him. The other early-morning civilians didn’t even glance at him twice.
They stopped behind the same row of stores Narumi had visited earlier. There was a small, cozy-looking house tucked right behind the buildings—warm lights, cute little plants, and a faint smell of old wood. The old woman stepped inside first, then looked back at him with a smile, telling him to come in.
Narumi followed her into the living room. He sat awkwardly on the floor, legs crossed, while she busied herself gathering materials—threads, needles, small pieces of fabric, and tiny charms.
“Is there a color you want?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Narumi thought for a moment. “…Pink. Pink with violet.”
The old woman paused, then smiled wider. “Good taste. Do you know what those two colors mean for a Senninbari?”
Narumi swallowed, shook his head, and leaned forward a little, waiting for her explanation.
The old woman settled beside Narumi and gently spread the materials on the table.
“For Senninbari.” she began “Every color has its own wish.”
She picked up the pink thread first.
“Pink means gentle protection.” she explained. “It’s a color for love, affection, and wishing someone a soft, safe path. It carries the hope that the person you give it to will always return to you unharmed… and still smiling.”
Then she lifted the violet thread.
“And violet is for loyalty. It means devotion, staying true, and watching over someone from afar. It’s a strong promise… even if you never say it out loud.”
She looked at the colors in her hands, then at Narumi, her smile deepening with understanding.
“When you put pink and violet together, it becomes a wish of ‘I care about you… and I want you safe, always.’ It’s a very personal combination.”
Narumi felt his ears warm.
Then she continued, speaking softly as she picked up a small square of cloth.
“Senninbari itself is a charm of strength. Traditionally, a thousand stitches are made—each stitch meant to protect the person who carries it. In the past, women stitched them for their husbands or loved ones going into battle. Every stitch holds a prayer, a wish, and a tiny piece of the maker’s feelings.”
She set the cloth between them.
“It’s not just sewing, young man.” she said gently. “You’re putting your heart into every stitch. That’s why it’s such a meaningful gift.”
Narumi swallowed, his chest tightening a little. He knew he wanted to make it. He just didn’t expect the meaning to hit him this hard.
The old woman placed the small cloth in front of Narumi, smoothing it out with her wrinkled hands. Then she pushed a needle and the two colored threads toward him.
“Alright.” she said softly. “Let’s begin.”
Narumi stared at the needle for a good three seconds. “Uh… I don’t really sew.” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“That’s fine.” she chuckled. “Senninbari isn’t about perfect stitches. It’s about the feelings you stitch into it.”
She took the needle first, showing him slowly and clearly. Her hands moved gently, not rushing at all.
“Thread it like this… pull it through… just enough so it doesn’t tangle.” She guided the thread through the needle and tied a small knot. “Now, one stitch. Straight. Simple. Like this.”
She poked the needle through the cloth and pulled it out the other side—clean, steady, one tiny pink stitch.
Then she handed the needle to Narumi.
“Your turn.”
Narumi swallowed hard, but he leaned in and tried. His first stitch was… crooked. And the thread almost slipped out of the needle.
The old woman didn’t laugh.
“Good.” she said, smiling warmly. “Do it again. Slowly.”
Narumi tried another stitch. Then another. Each one shaky, uneven, a little ugly but he was trying. Concentrating. The deeper he went, the quieter he became.
After a few more stitches, the old woman spoke again, her voice low and gentle.
“When you stitch.” she said “Think about the person you’re giving it to. Think about why you want them safe.”
Narumi’s hand paused for a moment. Hoshina’s face flashed in his mind—his stupid bowl cut, his sharp eyes, his serious voice, the way he’d look softer when he wasn’t paying attention.
Narumi’s chest squeezed.
He continued stitching.
The old woman switched the thread to violet and demonstrated again, letting him follow. The colors slowly lined up, messy but meaningful.
They stitched in quiet for a while, the room warm and calm. The only sounds were the soft pull of thread and Narumi’s small breaths as he focused.
After nearly an hour, Narumi wiped his forehead dramatically. “This is harder than it looks.”
The old woman laughed softly. “Good gifts usually are.”
She placed her hand on the half-finished Senninbari.
“You’re doing well. Anyone who receives this will feel how much effort you put into it.”
Narumi’s ears turned red again.
He didn’t say it out loud, but he hoped so. He really, really hoped so because if that bowl cut didn't like this he would shove it to his face.
The old woman guided Narumi’s hands again, slower this time, like she wanted him to understand something beyond just sewing.
“Listen.” she said softly “Each stitch is more than a loop of thread. It’s a breath. A thought. A piece of you.”
Narumi watched the cloth carefully. The tiny holes he made. The trembling thread that followed. It all suddenly felt heavier like he wasn’t just making something he was saying something without words.
The old woman continued, her voice warm and steady.
“When you make a Senninbari, you are stitching your hopes into it. Every pull of the needle is a wish 'Be safe.’ ‘Come back.’ ‘Live.’ ” She placed her hand over the part he had already sewn—messy little pink lines that curved and tilted in different directions.
“Some stitches are crooked.” she said.
“Some are too tight. Some too loose. Just like how we love… clumsy, confused, unsure at times. But still real. Still honest.”
Narumi’s fingers stilled around the needle.
He didn’t expect sewing to feel like this—like his chest was turning inside out quietly.
The old woman threaded the violet string next.
“This color.” she said, placing it gently in his palm “Violet is a promise. When you stitch with it, think of the things you want to protect. Think of the bond you don’t want to break.”
Narumi held the thread between his fingertips. It felt thin. Fragile. But meaningful.
“Try.” she said.
Narumi pushed the needle into the cloth again. This time slower. With intention. The violet thread slid through the fabric, leaving a small mark—shaky, imperfect, but it stayed. It held.
The old woman watched him with a knowing smile.
“Good. Did you feel it?”
“…Feel what?” Narumi asked quietly.
“The pull.” she answered. “The weight. Every stitch asks you a question ‘Why do you care?’ ‘Who are you protecting?’ ‘Who are you willing to pray for in silence?’ ”
Narumi’s breath hitched a little.
He swallowed, thinking of Hoshina again—his dumb serious face, the stupid haircut he found cute, the way Narumi’s heart always raced for no reason around him. The worry he felt when Hoshina was tired. The comfort he felt when he heard his voice.
Yeah. He felt it.
He kept stitching. And the more he stitched, the deeper the feeling grew—soft and warm and painful all at once.
After a few minutes, the old woman touched the cloth again.
“You see?” she said gently. “You’re not just making a charm. You’re confessing, one stitch at a time.”
Narumi froze.
His face burned.
But he didn’t deny it.
Instead, he bent his head lower and kept stitching.
Time moved slowly inside that warm little room. Outside, the darkness began to soften. The sky was no longer pitch black — it was starting to shift, faint orange hues brushing the horizon as the sun prepared to rise. Early morning light slipped in gently, warm and quiet.
Narumi didn’t notice. He kept stitching—slow, unsure, sometimes pausing to breathe when a sudden rush of feeling washed over him.
Pink.
Violet.
Pink again.
Every stitch felt like tugging on something inside his chest.
Sometimes the needle pricked his finger. Sometimes the thread tangled. Sometimes the cloth wrinkled and he had to smooth it out with shaking hands.
But he never stopped.
The old woman only watched in gentle silence, letting him put his heart into the fabric without interrupting.
Finally after what felt like hours the last stitch slipped through, and Narumi tied the thread off with a small, clumsy knot.
He stared at what he made.
It wasn’t perfect. The stitches didn’t line up.
Some pinks were too close, some violets left tiny bumps, and the path of the thread curved like it couldn’t decide where to go.
But it was warm to look at.
Soft pink threads like quiet affection he would never say out loud. Violet lines like promises he didn’t even realize he wanted to make. And together, the colors blended into something gentle like a slow heartbeat stitched into cloth.
Narumi touched it lightly.
“It’s… kinda ugly.” he muttered.
The old woman laughed softly. “It’s honest. And that is more beautiful than anything perfect.”
Narumi’s ears turned red, but he smiled a little.
He held up the finished Senninbari. It was small, not the full belt, but a shorter version—made like a strip of protection, big enough to wrap or convert into something else.
The old woman tilted her head. “What will you do with it?”
Narumi looked down at the cloth again and suddenly pictured Hoshina’s swords.
The way he always carried it.
The way it looked like a part of him.
The handle wrapped in dark fabric and the empty space near the guard where a charm could hang.
“I want to make it into an amulet.” Narumi said quietly. “Something he can put on the handle of his sword.”
The old woman smiled, soft and pleased. “Ah… a warrior’s charm. Very fitting. Then I’ll help you.”
She took the cloth carefully, as if it was made of something precious, and brought out a small wooden frame, thin strings, and a tiny protective case.
“We will fold it.” she said. “Not to hide it… but to hold it close. When he ties it to his sword, your thoughts will follow him everywhere.”
Narumi’s heart skipped a beat.
They folded the cloth gently—once, twice, then one final time—forming a small, thick charm. The stitches still peeked through the sides, pink and violet glowing faintly in the morning light.
The old woman tied a red knot to seal it.
Narumi added a thin black string to match Hoshina’s sword. They placed the folded Senninbari into a tiny charm cover, leaving just a hint of color visible.
When Narumi held it in his palm, it felt warm. A quiet kind of warm.
“Perfect.” the old woman whispered. “It will protect him.”
Narumi stared at the little charm. At his feelings, wrapped tight and hidden inside it.
“…Yeah.” he said softly. “I hope so.”
The old woman watched Narumi fiddle with the finished charm, his thumb tracing the stitches like he was memorizing them.
Then she said, as if she’d been waiting for the right moment.
"I think I know a place that suits the two of you."
Narumi looked up, startled.
"W-We’re not— I mean—"
She only laughed, waving her hand. "I am old, not blind."
Narumi groaned quietly, burying half his face in his hoodie but they're really not together though it's feels nice to be mistaken that they are together, he'll just let it be.
The old woman continued anyway, voice warm and certain.
"There’s a spot in Tokyo most people forget. Quiet but not lonely. Sacred but not heavy."
She paused, letting the words settle. "The Inokashira Benzaiten Shrine."
Narumi blinked. "Benza— isn’t that…?"
"Yes." she nodded. "A shrine for creativity, protection, and bonds between people. Couples go there, friends go there, even wandering souls who don’t know what they’re looking for yet." She gave him a knowing look. "It listens without judging."
She leaned back, her tone almost storytelling now.
"If you stand on the little red bridge before the sun is fully up.” she said "The water glows like it’s holding lanterns under the surface. The first light touches the offering box… very gentle, very honest." Her smile softened. "Bless it there. Not at noon—not with crowds—but just after sunrise. When the world is quiet but waking. That is the hour when wishes take root easily."
Narumi stared at her, the charm held to his chest.
"…Why there?"
"Because..." she said, closing her eyes briefly, "That shrine carries the feeling of two people walking side by side even when they’re still unsure. A blessing done there will stay. It won’t fade easily."
She pointed at the charm.
"And if you two bless it together, even better. The shrine strengthens shared intentions. His presence will anchor the charm. Yours will warm it."
Narumi bit his lip, overwhelmed in a way he couldn't name.
The old woman’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur.
"Take him there. Let him hold it with you. Speak your intentions softly. It doesn’t have to be dramatic. Just true."
She smiled again—soft, patient, a little teasing.
"Perfect place for a blessing.
Perfect place for… whatever it is between you two."
Narumi flushed to the tips of his ears.
"Wait, you said sunrise—but it’s already sunrise! And he’s in Tachikawa." Narumi groaned, ruffling his hair.
The old woman chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement.
“Mm.” she said, leaning back slightly. “Sunrise is just one suggestion. The charm can still be blessed at another meaningful time.”
Narumi raised an eyebrow. “Another… time?”
She nodded. “Twilight—the hour right after the sun goes down but before the sky gets fully dark. The city quiets down, shadows stretch, and the air feels… soft. It’s a perfect time for intentions you want to last, especially for someone important to you.”
Narumi muttered to himself "Twilight, huh. That could work.”
The old woman picked up a small piece of paper and scribbled a few notes quickly. “Evening, quiet spot, not crowded… somewhere meaningful, or even somewhere new you’ll remember. That’s where your blessing will stick the strongest.”
Narumi tucked the note carefully into his pocket along with the charm, staring at the pink and violet threads. The thought of waiting until twilight made him feel restless, but he also felt a strange kind of patience settling in.
“Good.” the old woman said with a soft smile. “Just make sure the blessing carries you too, not just the charm.”
Narumi glanced down at the stitched amulet in his hand. Pink and violet threads. His own effort, his own intention.
"Uh—this is free, right?" Narumi blurted suddenly. He didn’t have any cash on him—just his cards.
The old woman laughed, shaking her head.
"It’s free.” she said, smiling warmly.
Narumi let out a relieved sigh and stood up.
"I’ll go now. Thank you for all your help," he said politely.
The old woman kept smiling as he moved toward the door.
"Uhm… can I ask what your name is?" he added.
"Hm, call me Ren.” she replied, still smiling.
"Thank you, Grandma Ren!" Narumi said shamelessly, giving her a small wave as he stepped outside.
But as he disappeared down the street, Ren realized she had forgotten to mention something important.
"Ah… the blessing should be done when you’re both physically—oh, he’s gone." she muttered, shaking her head. Then a small smirk crept onto her face.
"Hmm… love is definitely in the air. But I think they’ll eventually do it if my instinct is right."
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Narumi was grinning, and before heading back to the base, he stopped by the mall to buy new clothes and a small box for the gift. Once he was done, he hopped back onto his motorbike and drove straight to the base.
A few members glanced his way when he arrived—Narumi carrying only a few paper bags was unusual. Normally, he hauled more than four without breaking a sweat.
He entered his room. As always, it was a mess, though not exactly dirty—just the usual mess. He checked the clock, 8:30 a.m.
He looked around again, then placed the paper bags carefully on his table. And finally without anyone nagging him, without any dramatic internal fight—Narumi decided to clean his room.
For once, on his own.
It took him hours, and when he finally finished, he checked the clock again.
12:00 p.m.
“Fuck.” Narumi groaned. He rushed into the bathroom and took a shower, scrubbing himself clean and even brushing his teeth twice just to be sure. When he stepped out, he put on the clothes he bought: a simple cream short-sleeved button-down, khaki trousers, and black loafers.
He checked himself in the mirror—once, twice, three times—fixing little details no one else would notice. For the final touch, he sprayed his signature perfume, letting the scent settle around him.
Another look in the mirror.
Good.
He grabbed the paper bag with the box containing Hoshina’s gift, along with the folded letter he wrote last night. He slipped his wallet—cards and a few bills—into his pocket, took his keys, and headed out. Today, he’d take his black-violet car.
On his way, Narumi glanced around. No Kafka. No Shinomiya. Weird.
He shrugged it off and walked to the parking lot, unlocking his car with a soft beep before climbing in.
Narumi drove for almost an hour to Tachikawa, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel the whole way. His chest felt tight—not painfully, just that irritating kind of pressure he only ever got when he was involved.
When he finally parked beside the Third Division gate, he stepped out and instinctively smoothed out his shirt. The early afternoon air brushed against his skin, making him hyper-aware of how long he’d been rehearsing this moment in his head. He stood there, waiting, shifting from one foot to the other.
Five minutes.
Ten.
Thirty.
An hour.
“What the fuck…?” Narumi muttered, checking the time again, irritation rising. Then a thought hit him—hard.
“…Fuck. I didn’t message him.”
He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees, biting his lower lip in pure frustration. How the hell did he forget something so basic? He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply.
Why am I like this?
Idiot.
He might not even be here.
He pulled out his phone and opened his contacts. Hoshina’s name stared back at him. For a second, his thumb hovered—hesitant, his chest tightening like he was about to confess something huge.
“Fuck it. There’s no point hesitating now.” he muttered.
He typed the message—short, direct, the only way he could manage without spiraling.
Narumi Gen:
Let’s meet. I’m in front of your division’s gate.
He sent it.
No turning back.
Narumi leaned against the wall, tapping a thumb on the paper bag at his side like it would somehow calm the pounding in his chest.
But nothing happened.
So he waited.
Another hour.
Two hours.
Two and a half.
Narumi stared at his shoes, brows drawing together—not angry, just something heavier. Something he didn’t want to name. A tightness curled in his chest, warm and stupidly fragile.
Why am I even upset?
It’s my fault. I didn’t tell him in advance.
I just showed up like an idiot.
I shouldn’t feel like this.
He shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the emotion building in him.
Then he heard laughter—in the distance, familiar, light, annoyingly distinguishable.
He looked up.
There they were. Hoshina with others with Kafka and Shinomiya too.
Narumi’s breath caught. He froze, staring far too long, too openly, before he even realized it. And Hoshina… Hoshina looked back.
Their eyes met.
Narumi swallowed, suddenly aware of how stupidly vulnerable he felt.
As the group approached, one by one they began to notice him standing there beside the gate like someone waiting for something that never came.
Hoshina’s brows furrowed as they stopped in front of him.
“Captain Narumi?” Hoshina asked, confusion coloring his tone.
Narumi opened his mouth but suddenly he couldn’t tell what he was supposed to feel. Frustration. Embarrassment. Relief.
Something softer he refused to name.
He didn’t know what to feel at all.
Narumi’s fingers kept tapping against his phone—not on purpose, just… something his hands did when his chest felt too full. Every time he glanced at the screen and saw nothing from Hoshina, that weird sting crawled deeper inside him.
From where he stood, he could see it—the laughter, the way Hoshina walked with everyone, how relaxed he looked, how bright. The Third Division sticking together like always.
And for some reason… it bothered him.
Why?
Why did he feel upset?
Why did it feel like something tiny cracked inside his chest?
Why didn’t anyone invite him?
Why wasn’t he part of this?
He used to be, right? Or… did he only think that?
His jaw clenched, lips pressing into a thin line. He didn’t want to think deeper than that. Didn’t want to admit that the thought—maybe it’s because I’m an asshole—hit harder than it should.
He tightened his grip on the paper bag, knuckles turning pale.
Meanwhile…
Hoshina woke up to a day brighter than expected. Ashiro burst into his room with a cake, and the entire Third Division had joined in like a loud, chaotic storm of surprise. They pulled him out for breakfast, then lunch, dragging him from one place to another. He ate too much, laughed too hard, and felt… warm.
He wasn’t used to this. But with the Third Division, things always felt lighter.
He remembered before, his first year in the Third Division when they found out about his birthday—after he told them two weeks late—they had been furious. Furious in the way family was. Furious because they cared. And now, they made up for it in the loudest, most overwhelming way possible.
Hoshina smiled the whole time, feeling stupidly lucky.
Lucky to be here.
Lucky to meet people like them.
Lucky to feel included.
And now they were heading back to the division again, excited to continue the celebration. Hoshina didn’t even know why they insisted on a second round, but he didn’t mind. Being with them made his chest feel full in all the good ways.
But then—
He saw someone.
Someone familiar.
Someone he never expected to see standing there.
“…Narumi?”
Hoshina slowed down, his brows knitting together in confusion.
“Captain Narumi?” he repeated, stepping closer.
Narumi wasn’t just standing—he looked like he’d been waiting. For a while. His clothes were neat, hair fixed, posture stiff like he’d been holding himself together for too long.
Hoshina’s eyes dropped, noticing the small things first.
The rapid tapping of Narumi’s thumb on his phone. The twitch of his eyelids like he was frustrated or nervous—maybe both. The way his grip tightened around the paper bag until his knuckles almost turned white.
Narumi looked tense. And Hoshina couldn’t understand why. Or Maybe he did. And that confused him even more.
And without thinking, Hoshina checked his phone. A small frown appeared on his face the moment he unlocked it.
His phone was on Do Not Disturb.
And sitting at the top of his notifications was a message from Narumi.
Sent almost three hours ago.
Hoshina’s stomach dropped a little.
Before he could say anything, Shinomiya leaned in.
“Why is Master Moron here?” she asked, squinting at Narumi like he was a weird statue that magically appeared.
“Master Moron wh—” Shinomiya added but Hoshina cut her off.
“We have plans.” Hoshina said with a soft smile.
The entire Third Division stared at him like he just announced he was quitting and running away to become a monk.
“Oh? You have plans with Narumi?” Ashiro asked, eyes widening. She didn’t push for details—just hummed in confusion and kept walking.
“Eh? Why would Vice Captain Hoshina meet—” Kafka started, but Ashiro slapped a hand over his mouth.
“I heard there will be A LOT of meat,” Ashiro said suddenly.
Everyone’s head snapped toward her.
“And seafood.” she added casually.
Iharu’s eyes sparkled.
“I’LL TAKE THE BIGGEST MEAT!!!” he screamed, then sprinted toward the building like his life depended on it.
The rest of the squad took off after him, yelling and racing each other like children.
Ashiro sighed, still dragging Kafka by the collar.
In a blink, the noisy group disappeared inside the division.
And suddenly It was just Narumi and Hoshina.
The air between them felt… heavy.
Not bad just full of things unspoken.
“I’m sorry, Captain Narumi.” Hoshina said quietly. “My phone was on DnD— I didn’t see your message—”
“It’s fine.” Narumi cut him off, voice flat—but not sharp. “Just get in.”
He opened the passenger door for Hoshina.
Hoshina froze for half a second.
Narumi had never done that before.
Not for him.
Not for anyone, really.
It threw him off so hard he forgot how to breathe for a moment.
But because he felt genuinely bad for making Narumi wait this long, he hurried and slipped into the seat.
He subtly sniffed the collar of his shirt, just to make sure he didn’t smell like sweat or grilled meat from earlier.
Lucky. He didn’t.
And the moment he sat down, he noticed—
Narumi’s car smelled like Narumi. Warm. Strong. Something like citrus and spice. Familiar, but in a way Hoshina wasn’t used to.
He blinked fast and shook the thought away.
“I didn’t know ya’d be here, Captain Narumi.” Hoshina said lightly once Narumi got in and started the engine.
Narumi just clicked his tongue.
“Tsk.” he muttered, eyes on the road not looking at Hoshina at all.
But Hoshina noticed how his grip on the wheel was a little tight.
And Hoshina couldn’t tell if Narumi was annoyed or what.
Narumi started the engine and drove off. Hoshina leaned his head against the window, watching the city blur past.
He wanted to ask where they were going, why Narumi was doing this, and most of all what was happening?
And why is he feeling nervous?
At first, the streets felt unfamiliar, winding through quiet avenues Hoshina didn’t recognize. He furrowed his brows.
Why are we here?
Why does Narumi seem to be in such a rush?
Gradually, as the scenery began to look more familiar—the small parks, tree-lined streets, and gentle slopes of the road—Hoshina realized where they were headed.
Mitaka.
He tilted his head slightly, still confused. Why here? And why now?
Narumi parked at a small public lot just outside Inokashira Park, near the path leading to the shrine. He didn’t waste a second—grabbing the paper bag from the back seat, he slid across the front of the car to set it down conveniently and immediately opened the passenger door for Hoshina.
Hoshina froze for a moment, blinking. What the fuck is going on?
He stepped out of the car, his eyes catching the sky. The sunset stretched across the horizon, bathing the park in soft gold and rose hues. The light reflected on the pond, glinting off the leaves and the small red torii of the shrine.
For a brief moment, Hoshina just stood there, taking it all in, still trying to process why Narumi was acting like this and what was happening in general.
The sun was sinking low now, casting long shadows through the trees. Just as Hoshina watched the glowing sky, Narumi grabbed his wrist with surprising firmness.
“What—” Hoshina started, but before he could finish, Narumi pulled him forward.
He led him down a narrow, leaf‑lined trail. The air smelled of damp earth and old wood. Through the trees, they saw the pond first—Inokashira Pond—it's surface reflecting the golden light of the setting sun like liquid amber.
They crossed a small wooden bridge—the familiar red Benten Bridge spans part of the pond, connecting the land to the little island shrine.
As they stepped onto the island, Narumi eased his grip on Hoshina’s wrist. The path curved through dense greenery, lined with stone lanterns and mossy stones, and the sound of water lapping gently at the pond’s edge filled their ears.
Ahead, the red-painted wooden Bentendō Hall came into view—it's vermilion pillars bright against the foliage, and its white walls glowing softly in the dusk.
To one side was a small hand-washing basin where visitors purify themselves. Hoshina could see the basin’s stone edge and the water shimmering faintly.
Near the hall stood a statue of Ugajin, a strange figure with a human head and a snake’s body—the snake legend, told long ago, rumored to be part of this place.
They stopped in front of the main hall. The air was quiet, almost sacred. Narumi looked at Hoshina with a serious expression — not expectant, but… intent.
Hoshina’s pulse raced, his eyes flicking around, red pillars, gently swaying leaves, ripples in the pond, the dragon-like silhouette of Ugajin beside the water.
Narumi whispered softly, “This is where we bless it.”
“Bless the what?” Hoshina finally asked, frowning in confusion. What exactly was he supposed to bless? Why did Narumi have to drag him all the way here? Was… he going to bless him?
“So fucking stupid bowl cut.” Narumi muttered under his breath.
Hoshina’s eyebrow twitched. He yanked his wrist back—the part Narumi had grabbed earlier still warm from his touch—and rubbed it lightly.
“Yer cursing here in the shrine.” Hoshina said, a hint of reproach in his voice.
Narumi ignored him. From the paper bag, he pulled something out.
“Hand.” Narumi said.
“What? Ya want to hold my hand?” Hoshina raised one eyebrow, incredulous.
Narumi just glared, and Hoshina, feeling a little guilty for making him wait all those hours at the division, reluctantly offered his hand, palm open.
Narumi carefully opened the small box from the bag and placed it between their hands.
“Amulet?” Hoshina asked, eyes widening.
The amulet was handmade—every stitch crook, every thread is mess. Hoshina immediately recognized it. The prick of the needle against Narumi’s hand as he worked—the care, the effort—it all made his chest tighten weirdly.
He knew it because he came from a swordsman’s family. Senninbari were traditionally made for warriors—an amulet of a thousand stitches to protect the wearer in battle. Even from a distance, he could tell the care put into each stitch, the significance of the colors, the patience behind it.
It was a thousand-stitch Senninbari. He knew it well. And the colors pink and violet. He knew their meaning instinctively. Protection, courage, and the quiet strength of someone who cared.
Hoshina stared at it, then up at Narumi’s hands hovering above the amulet. He could feel the cold of Narumi’s palms through his own.
Narumi muttered under his breath “…fuck… what did Grandma Ren say again…”
Hoshina couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, the sound soft and warm in the quiet shrine, caught somewhere between amusement and something else he wasn’t ready to name.
“So ya made this for me? Didn’t expect this side from ya, Captain Narumi.” Hoshina said, though Narumi was still frowning—clearly trying hard to remember whatever the old woman told him.
“Shut up.” Narumi muttered.
“I…” Hoshina watched him bite his lower lip again. “Happy birthday… Hoshina. I pray this amulet can protect ya from erm uh from harm. And please don’t die like an idiot and always get back safe.” Narumi’s voice came out fast, almost tangled.
Hoshina stared. Really stared.
The amulet between their palms suddenly felt warm—his own heat mixing with Narumi’s cold hands. A soft breeze swept past them, almost like the shrine itself had quietly acknowledged Narumi’s prayer.
“Do ya even know the meaning of these colors, Captain Narumi?” Hoshina asked carefully.
Narumi looked at him.
Hoshina knew that gaze.
Narumi knew exactly what the colors meant.
“Are ya sure this is the only message ya wanna give me?” Hoshina pressed.
“What? What more do you want?” Narumi grumbled, looking away.
Hoshina smiled—sharp, canine teeth showing—tilting his head in that way that always made Narumi flinch.
“I don’t know? But to think ya dragged me here and even made a senninbari for me?” Hoshina said casually, like it wasn’t hitting him straight in the chest.
Narumi was about to pull his hands away, but Hoshina tightened his grip—palms closing around the amulet, trapping Narumi’s hand in his.
“You—” Narumi started.
“Ya think I wouldn’t know? I’m from a family who’s been using swords for who knows how long, Captain Narumi.” Hoshina smirked, eyes glinting. Narumi’s frown only deepened.
“You're basically confessin’ to me right now.” Hoshina added, teasing but soft.
“I might misunder—”
“Yes.” Narumi cut him off sharply.
His face was serious. Flat. Direct.
“What?” Hoshina blinked.
“Yes. I have feelings for you. I like you.” Narumi said.
Hoshina froze. He didn’t expect Narumi—of all people—to be this blunt. His throat felt tight, his chest strangely hot. He couldn’t even look away. He was just stuck there, staring at Narumi, unable to find his voice.
“What?” Hoshina asked again.
“You heard me well. I like you.” Narumi repeated. “I don’t need you to have the same feelings. I made this amulet so you’ll be safe, so you’ll come back alive. Our work is dangerous, and I know you’re strong, and this amulet… I made it so you can attach it to your sword handle. I made it.”
Hoshina just kept staring at him, eyes fixed, trying to process it all.
“I know it’s not pretty, and if you don’t like it, just throw it—” Narumi added quickly, almost defensively.
“No.” Hoshina answered immediately, Kasai edge in his tone.
“It’s pretty.” he added, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Ah… uh—” Narumi seemed genuinely taken aback by Hoshina’s smile, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
“And uhm. ” Hoshina started, tilting his head slightly, his voice soft but steady. “Ya don’t have to be all nervous ‘round me. I get it, Cap’n. I know what ya mean.”
Narumi’s gaze softened a little, but he didn’t speak. He just squeezed the amulet slightly between their palms, the warmth between them growing heavier in the quiet shrine.
“Okay, then you better take care of it carefully, so yeah.” Narumi tried to pull back his hands, but Hoshina’s grip was firm, steady.
“Ya forgettin’ somethin’.” Hoshina said calmly, his voice low but teasing.
“Huh?” Narumi blinked, confused.
Before he could react, Hoshina leaned in, sliding his left hand up to Narumi’s nape, tilting his head slightly. He pressed a soft, deliberate peck to Narumi’s lips.
Narumi froze. Hoshina froze. Time seemed to stretch for a heartbeat.
If he doesn’t pull back in three seconds. I’ll kiss him, Narumi thought.
Hoshina didn’t pull back.
Narumi’s instincts took over. His hand moved to Hoshina’s back, fingers brushing along the curve of his spine, steadying him. And then, softly at first, he pressed his lips to Hoshina’s.
The kiss deepened slowly, like they were discovering the moment together. Hoshina felt Narumi’s warmth seeping through his hands, the firmness of his chest against him. Every subtle motion of Narumi’s lips was gentle, careful, yet demanding, a quiet insistence that made Hoshina’s heart beat faster.
The world around them seemed to melt away. The soft rustle of leaves, the gentle ripple of the pond, the faint call of distant birds it all faded behind the intimacy of the kiss. Their breaths mingled, warm and shallow at first, then steadier, closer, as if time had slowed just for them.
Hoshina’s hands found their way to Narumi’s shoulders, gripping lightly, leaning into the warmth. He closed his eyes and let himself feel everything, the weight of Narumi’s hands on his back, the steady press of lips against his, the shared warmth of their bodies in the cool evening air.
A soft bell rang somewhere in the shrine. The wind rustled gently through the trees, making the little bells hanging from the torii and the lanterns tinkle in delicate harmony. The sound was like a quiet blessing over them, echoing across the pond and glowing vermilion pillars, as if the shrine itself was acknowledging the moment.
When they finally pulled back, their foreheads resting together, both were breathless. The amulet still warm between their palms, a quiet reminder of why they were here, of the trust and care woven into every stitch and now, woven into the first brush of lips between them.
“What was that?” Narumi asked, still a little breathless, his mind spinning from the kiss.
“My answer.” Hoshina said, calm, with that teasing glint in his eyes.
“Huh?” Narumi blinked, still floating on cloud nine.
“I said, I like you too.” Hoshina chuckled softly, watching Narumi carefully.
“Huh?”
“I like you too.” he repeated, this time with a small, confident smile.
“What?!” Narumi exclaimed, grabbing Hoshina’s arms on either side, holding him still as shock painted his face.
“Hm?~” Hoshina smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on Narumi.
“You like me?! How?!” Narumi demanded, voice rising in disbelief.
“What do ya mean, how?” Hoshina raised an eyebrow, teasing.
“What's there to like me?!” Narumi pressed, almost frantic now.
“Everything.” Hoshina said simply, smiling. Then his smile widened. “And thank you for the gift.”
Narumi’s face turned bright red, heat rising like a furnace.
“You look like a red panda!” Hoshina laughed, still holding the amulet in one hand while the other clutched his stomach from laughing so hard.
Narumi just groaned, hiding his face in his hands, but the tension had melted—replaced by the quiet, warm feeling of knowing Hoshina felt the same.
Hoshina tilted his head, still holding the amulet, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“So that’s it? Only this?” he asked, voice soft but playful.
“What do ya mean, only this?” Narumi muttered, still red in the face, looking anywhere but at Hoshina.
“This place… it’s pretty too.” Hoshina said, glancing around at the shrine, the pond reflecting the soft glow of the sunset, the vermilion pillars catching the last light. “We should take a photo, remember this moment.”
Narumi’s jaw almost dropped. “A photo?!”
“Yes.” Hoshina smiled, mischievous. “Come on, don’t tell me ya shy now, Cap’n Narumi.”
Narumi’s ears practically burned. “I’m not shy! Just... Fuck, fine.” he stammered, looking down at his shoes and trying to hide his flushed face, but failing miserably.
As they fumbled to find a good spot, a kindly-looking old woman appeared, walking down the path near the shrine. She was quietly sweeping leaves from the walkway, humming softly, unaware or maybe knowingly watching the two of them.
Narumi quickly straightened, trying to act composed. “Ah, excuse me could you do us a favor?” he asked, voice still flustered, scratching the back of his neck. “Take a photo of us?”
The old woman paused, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Of course, young ones. Stand still now.”
Hoshina grinned, still holding Narumi’s hand, leaning slightly closer, enjoying every moment of Narumi’s flustered expression.
Narumi’s face was burning, but he reluctantly positioned himself, side by side with Hoshina.
“Good, now look at the camera.” the old woman instructed.
They posed, a little awkwardly, a little shyly but the warmth was real. Narumi’s sheepish smile, Hoshina’s teasing one, hands still brushing against each other, and the shrine behind them bathed in the soft glow of sunset, the pond reflecting the light, small bells tinkling gently in the breeze.
Click.
The moment was captured—fleeting, warm, and perfectly theirs.
After the photo was taken, the old woman handed the camera back to Narumi.
Hoshina leaned over slightly, peeking at the screen. His eyes lit up as he saw the two of them framed against the glowing vermilion of the shrine, their hands still brushing together over the amulet.
“Huh, not bad.” Hoshina said teasingly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Though ya look… extra red, Cap’n Narumi.”
Narumi froze, cheeks burning even more. “I-I’m not red! It’s just… the sunset or somethin’! Yeah, it’s the light!” he blurted out, clearly flustered.
Hoshina chuckled softly, tilting his head. “Sure, sure. Light, huh?” His tone was teasing, warm, and it made Narumi’s chest tighten.
Narumi muttered under his breath, still trying to cover his blush “Stupid bowl-cut, can't you stop being so… obvious…”
They started walking down the path, the little bells around the shrine tinkling gently in the soft evening breeze. Hoshina’s hand brushed Narumi’s as they walked, their fingers nearly touching again.
“So.” Narumi finally asked, trying to act casual “What kinda food you craving now?”
Hoshina tilted his head, thinking for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hm, not much. Still full from all that meat this mornin’.”
Narumi blinked, slightly surprised but relieved. “Hah, figures. All that meat, right?”
Hoshina nodded, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Yep. So… guess I’ll leave dessert to ya. Don’t tell me ya’ll already ate too, Cap’n Narumi.”
Narumi’s lips twitched, caught between wanting to glare and secretly grinning. “I might’ve had something, but don’t get used to me being nice. It’s not like that.”
Hoshina laughed lightly, leaning a little closer as they continued down the shrine path.
Though Narumi hadn’t eaten properly since morning, he had been holding it in—but now, his stomach betrayed him.
Growlll.
“Oh?” Hoshina glanced at him, eyebrow raised, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Don’t start.” Narumi snapped, placing a hand over his stomach and trying to act composed, though his face betrayed his embarrassment.
Hoshina chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Ya been starvin’ all day, huh? No wonder ya look like ya boutta explode.”
“I’m fine! Just not hungry right now,” Narumi muttered, though the rumble of his stomach made him wince.
Hoshina grinned, brushing past him slightly, letting the warmth of his presence brush Narumi’s side. “Mhm sure, Cap’n. Whatever ya say.”
Narumi shot him a sharp look. “Don’t get used to acting all casual like that!”
Hoshina just laughed again, softly, the sound carried by the wind among the shrine bells. “Relax, will ya? We still got time. Let’s just walk a bit. Then maybe find somethin’ light for ya to munch on.”
Narumi groaned, muttering under his breath, “Light, my ass. I’m starving.”
Hoshina tilted his head, eyes glinting playfully. “Then we’ll see what ya pick, Cap’n. Don’t go cryin’ if I steal the best bite, alright?”
Narumi’s jaw twitched, but he couldn’t help the faint, reluctant smile tugging at his lips.
The two of them walked slowly down the shrine path, hands occasionally brushing.
They finally left the shrine and made their way toward a small, cozy izakaya in Mitaka, the sunset still lingering behind them. The warm glow from lanterns lit the street, and Narumi’s stomach gave another audible growl.
“You’re starvin’, ain’t ya?” Hoshina asked, Kasai dialect soft and teasing.
“Shut up.” Narumi muttered, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. “I just need something to eat.”
They stepped inside, and Narumi immediately scanned the menu, eyes lighting up at the meat dishes. “I’ll take the grilled meat platter. And a cola. Big one.”
Hoshina smirked, tilting his head. “I’ll go light, some salad, maybe a small rice bowl, and my tea. Though I’d really love a coffee right now, my stomach won’t let me, ya know.”
Narumi blinked, slightly surprised but focused back on his food. “Figures, still picky even when ya full, huh?”
Hoshina chuckled softly, settling into his seat, watching Narumi devour the meat with relish. “Just makin’ sure I don’t regret eatin’ too much.” he said, teasing, sipping his tea between bites of the salad.
After a while, Hoshina leaned slightly closer, his voice soft and playful. “Ya know, Cap’n Narumi makin’ that amulet, confessin’ first, ya really put yourself out there.”
Narumi froze mid-bite, cheeks heating. “I didn’t, It’s not like I made it for you to use or anything!”
Hoshina smirked, eyes sparkling. “Oh, I’ll definitely be usin’ it. Keep it close, promise me.”
Narumi’s hand twitched, a little flustered. “I just made it so you’d be safe! That’s all!”
They ate in comfortable silence after that, Hoshina teasing now and then, Narumi stubbornly trying to act casual while secretly enjoying the quiet warmth of being together.
As they finished, Narumi reached into the bag beside him and handed Hoshina a folded letter.
“Here. Read it when you get home,” Narumi said bluntly, trying to sound nonchalant but his fingers brushed Hoshina’s as he passed it over.
Hoshina took it carefully, a soft smile curling on his lips. “Hm a letter, huh? Can’t wait.”
Narumi simply huffed, turning away to hide the faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “Damn it, don’t get used to me being all sentimental.”
Hoshina laughed softly, shaking his head. “Nah don’t worry, Cap’n. I like it just the way it is.”
After they eat, they stopped by a small row of souvenir shops near Mitaka. Narumi carried the paper bag with the amulet carefully, while Hoshina wandered curiously among the colorful stalls.
“Cap’n why’re ya buying all these?” Hoshina asked, picking up a small charm and holding it between his fingers. “You got a lot of money right now or somethin’?”
Narumi shrugged casually, still scanning the stalls. “Eh, forgot I got cards in my wallet. Haven’t touched them since I joined the First Division.”
Hoshina blinked, slightly confused. “Cards? You mean, like credit cards?”
“Yeah, cards.” Narumi muttered. “I just never needed them before. Been cashing it out mostly. Guess I forgot they were there.”
Hoshina tilted his head, smirking. “Heh so ya got money just sittin’ there, huh? That explains it. And ya been usin’ it to buy all these souvenirs?”
Narumi’s ears twitched. “Shut up. It’s for memories, alright? Don’t act all suspicious.”
Despite Narumi’s flustered tone, Hoshina couldn’t help but smile. The playful tension, the sunset glow on the shop windows, and the small charms they picked out all felt warm, personal, and perfectly suited to the moment.
Narumi was the one paying for everything, sliding his card casually, and Hoshina raised an eyebrow again, teasing, “So ya just forgot ya got all this money sittin’ around and now I get to enjoy it too, huh?”
“I said shut up!” Narumi hissed, clearly embarrassed, though his eyes softened when Hoshina smiled at him. “Just enjoy it, alright?”
Hoshina grinned, slipping the small souvenirs into the paper bag alongside the amulet. “Don’t worry, Cap’n. I’ll cherish ’em all just like the amulet.”
Narumi muttered under his breath, hiding his blush behind the bag. “Stupid, can’t you stop saying things like that!”
After finishing their meal and buying souvenirs, both decided it was time to head back—it was already 10 PM. Narumi started the car, but Hoshina suddenly spoke up.
“Eh… stop for a while.” he said, pointing ahead. “Look… the stars. So many tonight.”
Narumi slowed down and parked at a quiet, open spot away from the streetlights. The night sky stretched endlessly, dotted with countless stars, the Milky Way faintly visible in the violet-tinged darkness.
“Come out too,” Narumi said, opening his door and gesturing to the roof of his car. “Sit. Watch.”
Hoshina grinned, sliding out carefully, and they both settled on the smooth roof, legs dangling over the edge. The cool night breeze brushed against their faces, carrying the faint scent of the city mixed with distant grass and flowers.
“I notice it’s violet.” Hoshina said softly, his eyes scanning the sky. “Did you… choose this on purpose?”
“Shut up.” Narumi grumbled, though his lips twitched slightly.
“Pfft.” Hoshina laughed, nudging him lightly.
For a quiet moment, they just sat, looking at the sky. Then Hoshina reached over and held Narumi’s hand, warm and firm.
“Capt—”
“Call me Gen.” Narumi interrupted, his gaze locking on Hoshina’s.
“Then… call me Soushirou.” Hoshina said softly, leaning just slightly closer.
“Sou.” Narumi said, low and serious. Hoshina felt his breath hitch, his ears burning red.
“Yes… Gen?” Hoshina whispered, heart skipping a beat.
“I love you.” Narumi’s voice was quiet, steady, and sincere, and it made Hoshina’s eyes widen.
“Hah… you can be this romantic, heh.” Hoshina chuckled softly, the words betraying his flustered delight.
“I love you too.” Hoshina said, smiling gently, fingers tightening around Narumi’s.
At that moment, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Hoshina’s eyes followed it, awe mixing with the fluttering warmth in his chest.
“There’s a shooting star.” he murmured.
“Make a wish, birthday boy.” Narumi said, a teasing glint in his eye, though his hand remained firmly holding Hoshina’s.
Hoshina closed his eyes, silently wishing. The night seemed to hold its breath with him, the stars twinkling like tiny witnesses to the quiet, perfect moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked to his side—and Narumi’s face was impossibly close. Neither moved, just stared at each other, hearts racing, breaths mingling. Slowly, almost instinctively, they closed their eyes.
And then their lips met. Soft at first, tender, the world around them melting away—the stars, the violet sky, the cool breeze—everything focused on the warmth and closeness of each other.
The kiss deepened just slightly, neither pulling away, their hands still intertwined, the gentle night wrapping them in a private, endless sky of their own.
After that kiss, Narumi started the car and drove them back quietly. When they reached Hoshina’s quarters, Narumi parked outside and turned to him.
“Here’s your stop.” he said softly.
Hoshina climbed out, holding all the paper bags, still a little dazed from everything that had happened. He watched Narumi’s car disappear down the street, the hum fading, and then finally let himself exhale.
Inside his quarters, he carefully placed the paper bags on the floor, setting them down gently. From one of the bags, he brought out the amulet and the photo.
He set the picture on his desk, upright, taking a moment to really look at it. Then he picked up one of his swords and tied the amulet to the handle with care. The violet and pink stitches glimmered faintly in the dim light, a reminder of the effort Narumi had put into it.
He couldn’t help but smile. He’d never imagined someone would make something like this for him. He’d often wondered when he might have something so thoughtful and personal… but to think it would come from Narumi—of all people—was almost funny to him.
He leaned back slightly, fingers brushing over the amulet. Thoughts of Narumi flooded him—how capable, confident, and just… himself he was. Hoshina had feelings for him, yes. For his Captain… or, well, Gen now. The one who also used a sword, never questioned him, and somehow always let Hoshina bicker and be himself without judgment.
He smiled again, softer this time.
“I really love him.” he muttered quietly to himself, letting out a small chuckle.
Then his eyes fell on the letter. Hesitantly, he unfolded it and began to read.
Each word made his chest tighten and warm all at once. By the time he reached the end, tears were sliding down his cheeks, but a bright, happy smile stretched across his face.
“He’s so idiot.” he muttered, laughing through the tears.
Hoshina clutched the paper tightly to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to it. The letter smelled faintly of Narumi, carrying a warmth that made Hoshina’s heart swell.
He leaned back in his chair, holding both the amulet and the letter close, and whispered to himself once more, smiling through the tears.
── ⊹ ࣪ ˖♡˖ ࣪ ⊹ ──
The sun was high, and the city streets were alive with chaos—but safely from his room, Narumi watched it all unfold on his screen. Vice Captain Hoshina was on a live feed, moving through the streets with lethal precision, eliminating small kaijus one after another. Every strike was crisp, every movement controlled, like he was dancing with the wind.
Narumi leaned back in his chair, a few of the Hoshina Birthday kits from the CSE he signed, had received last night spread across the desk—little charms, a figure, even the picture from the shrine. He smiled quietly as he looked at them, his desk full of hoshina.
Heat immediately rushed to his cheeks. He remembered stitching every thread, choosing the colors, making sure it would protect Hoshina. Seeing it there, swinging with every precise strike, his chest tightened.
“Fucking bowl cut.” Narumi muttered under his breath, voice low but threaded with affection. Despite the grumble, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His heart swelled, quietly proud and happy.
Hoshina didn’t notice him watching from afar, immersed in the fight and in the city he was protecting. But for Narumi, seeing him like this—strong, focused, alive—made him realize just how much he cared.
And after that night, after the livestream ended and the gifts and memories of the day still lingered, they both quietly understood. It was time to start dating.
The amulet, the stars, the shared moments, they were all part of this beginning, a small, perfect step toward something neither of them would forget.
Narumi's Letter to Hoshina:
Dear, Hoshina Soushirou
Happy Birthday.
I don’t really know how to start this. I’m not good with words, and I probably sound dumb trying to write this, but I wanted you to know.
Hoshina you’re someone I notice. I notice the way you move when you fight, the way you care about people without even saying it, how you laugh, how you get serious, how you just exist. You’re stubborn, and yeah, your bowl cut’s annoying, but that’s part of why you’re you. And I like you. All of it.
I don’t expect anything in return. I just wanted to tell you that you’re important to me. That you make my days better. You make me want to try harder, even when I act like an idiot or don’t know what to say.
You’re the kind of person that makes people around you better. You make me better. And I guess I just wanted you to know that someone’s thinking about you, caring about you, and cheering for you even when you don’t see it.
Happy birthday, Soushirou. I hope today is as good as you are and I hope you know that, at least to me, you’re the best.
Narumi