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Valentine’s Day used to be exhausting.
Before dating Captain Narumi, Vice-Captain Hoshina Soushirou had been the unfortunate epicenter of seasonal affection.
It started the moment February arrived.
Whispers in hallways. Nervous glances that lingered a second too long. The subtle shuffle of officers rehearsing something under their breath before approaching him. By the time the fourteenth came around, it was inevitable.
People, whether they’re officers, civilians, men, women, they would gather their courage and approach him one by one. Handmade chocolates wrapped in pastel paper. Imported chocolates in glossy boxes tied with ribbons too elaborate for military corridors. Bouquets of flowers that looked wildly out of place against steel walls and reinforced glass. Notes slipped into envelopes, written in shaky handwriting. Awkward confessions delivered with trembling hands and faces flushed a deep, earnest red.
“Vice-Captain, I’ve admired you for a long time—”
“Please accept this—”
“I don’t expect an answer, I just wanted you to know—”
Hoshina would always listen. He never encouraged it nor he ever flirted back because he never wanted to give them false hope. His smile was warm and polite yet distant enough to draw a boundary without humiliating anyone.
Still, he accepted the chocolates, because turning down gifts outright felt cruel and rejecting confessions directly was… complicated.
In the Defense Force, soldiers were expected to maintain work ethics and boundaries. Yet despite the unprofessionalism of it all, he truly appreciated the feelings people held toward someone like him. To be admired, not only as a strong omega soldier, but as Vice-Captain Hoshina Soushirou. That meant something.
But appreciation did not mean it wasn’t tiring.
By the end of every Valentine’s Day, his office would be stacked with boxes. His quarters would smell overwhelmingly sweet. He would distribute most of it to the division afterward, of course. He only ever ate the Montblanc ones from Okonogi-chan and Captain Ashiro, and maybe some platonic, bitter dark chocolate from his platoon leaders.
This year, however? He had the most convenient excuse in the world.
“I’m sorry,” he would say gently, hands folded behind his back, smiling warm but firm. “I have a boyfriend.”
The first time he said it aloud, it felt strange on his tongue, but in a good way.
Boyfriend.
A real and truthful answer.
The relief was indescribable. There was no awkward silence afterward. No wounded expressions he had to carefully soothe. No lingering hope in their eyes. The boundary was clear, clean, unquestionable. Some blinked in surprise. Some laughed awkwardly. A few looked heartbroken but they accepted it.
Because when they asked for the name, the weight attached to the answer was undeniable.
Captain Narumi Gen. Japan’s strongest soldier who’s also an alpha, and the strongest captain from the strongest division.
An impossible competition.
Word spread faster than any official announcement ever could. Within days, even other divisions had heard: Narumi had claimed the most admired omega in the Third.
He hadn’t said yes to escape admirers. He hadn’t said yes for convenience. If anything, dating someone like Narumi complicated his life far more than it simplified it.
But it was nice to walk through the halls without bracing himself for another careful rejection.
To say “I have a boyfriend” and feel something warm settle in his chest instead is also a new feeling to have.
For the first time, Hoshina is looking forward to spending Valentine’s Day, especially with the said-boyfriend.
After eating his share of Montblanc with Captain Ashiro and Okonogi, their little tradition of spending the special day together, he excused himself early to be able to spend the rest of the day with his alpha back home. Some officers still try to give him chocolates, those who haven't caught up with his personal life tried their chances as well, but he put away his scent patch before going home for a reason.
He could tell he reeked of the possessive scent his alpha gave from their activity last night.
Hm, I should bring him a Valentine's chocolate as well.
He stopped by a boutique confectionery and bought a limited-edition caramel chocolate set wrapped in a beautiful black-and-pink ribboned box before driving home.
Opening the front door, he was expecting the usual sight of Narumi sprawled across the couch, game controller in hand, dramatic complaints about mission paperwork echoing through the apartment.
But the apartment lights were off and the main room was empty.
Hoshina blinked. That was unusual.
Narumi almost always arrived first. Hoshina was the one who got held up with reports, evaluations, or any division matters.
“…Gen?”
Silence.
He set the box carefully on the counter before checking the bedroom, the gaming room, the bathroom, and the balcony.
Nothing.
His brow furrowed slightly as a strange feeling settled in his chest as he began to think. Is it paperwork? Is it a mission? He told himself not to think about it too much and took a shower instead. Instead, maybe he should prepare some… ‘extra gifts’ for their Valentine Day instead.
A mischievous plan is already brewing before he even starts.
The front door clicked open forty minutes later and Hoshina with now comfortable clothes, which is his alpha’s oversized T-shirts, looked up from the kitchen. There he saw Narumi Gen standing in the doorway, holding three paper bags that were suspiciously pink and overflowing with their contents threatening to fall off. He’s clearly wearing the most self-satisfied grin imaginable.
“…I’m home!” Narumi announced proudly.
Hoshina’s gaze dropped to the bags then rose back to Narumi.
One eyebrow lifted.
“…What’s that?”
Narumi stepped inside, chest puffed out. “Chocolates.”
“I can see that.”
Narumi kicked the door shut with his foot and strutted in like a victorious hunter returning with spoils.
“Subordinates,” he began. “Local shop owners. Some admirers near the base. Got stopped like six times.”
He placed the bags on the table with theatrical flair.
Hoshina crossed his arms. “Very popular today, I see.”
Narumi beamed, smugness radiating off him in waves. “Kinda amazing, right? I mean, I know I’m amazing.” He flashed a grin. “I bet I’ll beat your number this year.”
The kitchen fell quiet.
Not tense but just, silence.
Hoshina wasn’t angry, truly he wasn’t.
He understood the popularity his boyfriend has as the strongest and coolest captain. Narumi was charismatic. Strong. Ridiculously handsome. Loud. Brilliant. The kind of alpha people gravitated toward instinctively. Of course people gave him chocolates despite his childishness and weird antics. It made sense.
Slowly, Hoshina’s gaze shifted away from the three pink bags to the lone black-and-pink ribboned box sitting on the kitchen counter.
Narumi followed his line of sight.
Then he grinned.
“So,” Narumi asked casually, leaning back against the counter, “how much?”
A silence took place again before Hoshina looked at him to answer.
“None.”
Narumi blinked.
“…Huh?”
“None.” Hoshina repeated, dry and composed.
The pride that had puffed up his chest minutes ago deflated quietly, like air escaping a punctured balloon. Hoshina had already turned back toward the counter, picking up the knife he had set aside earlier. His movements were calm. Unhurried. As if this were an entirely ordinary conversation.
Suddenly, it didn’t feel like a playful competition anymore.
Narumi’s eyes drifted toward the single ribboned box on the table.
It was elegant. Carefully wrapped and not one of his.
“None?” Narumi eyed Soushirou back, feeling disbelief. “You? Who always has lines queuing for you on Valentine’s Day?”
“I declined all of them,” Hoshina said evenly.
Narumi stared at him. There was no flourish to it.
Narumi’s gaze snapped back to the black-and-pink box near him.
“Then what is this?” he asked as he pointed at the lone chocolates if it offended him. A faint edge of jealousy slipping into his voice before he could stop it. “That looks fancy enough for you to—”
“That’s for you.”
Narumi stopped.
“…What?”
Hoshina finally turned to face him fully.
“I bought it on my way home,” he explained calmly. “Limited edition caramel.”
The room seemed to shrink.
For a brief second, warmth bloomed in Narumi’s chest then something heavier followed immediately after.
“But why would you-–”
Hoshina stepped closer before he could finish the question. He reached up and patted Narumi’s head, fingers ruffling through the familiar black-and-pink strands.
The gesture was gentle. Affectionate.
“I told them I have a boyfriend,” Hoshina said simply, offering him a warm, reassuring smile before turning his back again.
But Narumi knew him enough to notice the faint restraint in his eyes and that realization settled heavily in Narumi’s chest.
Instinctively, Narumi reached for him, wrapping both arms around Hoshina’s slim waist and pulling him close, stopping the omega mid-movement as if afraid he would go away from him even for a second. Narumi buried his face against Hoshina’s neck, nuzzling at the scent gland like an overly attached alpha seeking forgiveness.
“Sou… I—”
“Hey, it’s fine.” Hoshina is honest.
It was fine. It genuinely was. Seeing Narumi so loved warmed him in ways he wouldn’t admit out loud. Sometimes he still wondered how someone like Narumi had chosen him, but if Narumi ever heard that thought, he’d…
Let’s just say he’d fuck the insecurity out of him.
Still…
Seeing his boyfriend this dejected stirred a mischievous streak in him for revenge.
“Well,” Hoshina drawled lightly, tone turning playful, “seeing how many chocolates ya got today, I don’t see much reason to add mine to that pile of yers, Captain~”
Narumi went still behind him and before Hoshina could slip away, the grip around his waist tightened as he buried his face deeper to the crook of his neck.
A muffled sound left the alpha’s mouth. Hoshina couldn’t catch what he’s saying.
“I’m sorry, what did ya say?” Hoshina asked, tilting his head for a better hearing.
The man suddenly spun him around. Hoshina barely had time to react before he was facing Narumi’s expression.
The smugness was gone and in its place was something steady, serious and almost fierce.
Narumi’s hands remained firm on his waist.
“I want yours, Soushirou.”
The words didn’t leave room for argument.
Hoshina barely had time to part his lips before Narumi acted. One arm slid securely around Hoshina’s waist, and in one smooth motion, he lifted him clean off the floor as if he weighed nothing at all. A quiet yelp of surprise escaped the omega before he could stop it.
“Gen—!”
With his free hand, Narumi snatched the black-and-pink ribboned box from the table while the three overstuffed pink bags were left abandoned on the counter. Forgotten. Unimportant.
Narumi strode out of the kitchen without another word, carrying Hoshina effortlessly toward the living room. His grip was firm but careful, possessive but never rough with his arm braced securely under Hoshina’s thighs as though he had no intention of ever letting him slip away.
“Gen,” Hoshina tried again, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Put me down.”
“No.”
There wasn’t even a second of hesitation in his answer. Arguing with his boyfriend right now was clearly pointless.
Narumi dropped onto the sofa, settling back against the cushions, and instead of releasing him, he adjusted his hold and sat Hoshina squarely on his lap.
Hoshina found himself straddling Narumi before he could protest further, his body naturally shifting to fit more comfortably within Narumi’s embrace.
“…You’re impossible.”
“And you’re mine. My only boyfriend.”
Narumi nuzzled into the crook of Hoshina’s neck once more before setting the special chocolate on the coffee table within reach. One hand never left Hoshina’s waist. In fact, his hold tightened slightly, as if he feared Soushirou might disappear if he loosened it.
“I don’t care about those,” Narumi muttered, “I… shouldn’t care about those.”
His hand slid from Hoshina’s waist up to his back, pressing him closer until barely any space remained between them. Narumi tilted his head, brushing his nose lightly along Hoshina’s jaw, breathing the addicting scent in.
It sent shivers down the omega’s spine.
“I only want yours,” Narumi murmured against his skin before lifting his gaze to meet Hoshina’s eyes. “Forgive me?”
The earlier smugness was gone. So was the playful competition. Narumi looked at him like a lost puppy waiting at the door, unsure if he’d be let back inside.
Hoshina had to hide his chuckle.
His alpha looked unbearably cute.
The omega held his gaze, steady and soft. “Of course.”
Something fierce flickered in Narumi’s eyes at his lover. Relief, affection, and adoration all at once. Without breaking eye contact, the alpha reached for the ribboned box, tugged it open, and pushed the cover aside. He picked up one of the carefully crafted caramels and held it between them.
“Feed me,” he said, a playful curve tugging at his lips, his eyes bright with anticipation.
Hoshina swore he could see an imaginary tail waggling behind Gen.
He exhaled softly, a small, fond smile curving at his lips.
“Captain,” he teased lightly. One hand brushed along Narumi’s strong jaw, thumb caressing slowly, while the other wandered down to the hand holding the chocolate. “How demanding.”
Narumi’s grin only went a little wider. He didn’t deny it.
Hoshina picked up one of the caramels between his fingers. Instead of immediately bringing it to Narumi’s mouth, he paused.
Maybe… he should improvise a little for his extra gift.
A slow smirk curved at Hoshina’s lips, his gaze lowering with deliberate intent. Gen wasn’t entirely sure, but he would swear those reddish-indigo eyes he adored darkened, provocating.
Narumi swallowed.
Slowly, the omega on his lap lifted the chocolate to his own lips.
Narumi’s eyes widened slightly. “…Soushirou?”
Hoshina bit down gently, taking half of the chocolate into his mouth. The caramel softened almost immediately, sweetness melting slowly across his tongue. He even made a show of licking the remaining chocolate off his fingers.
Narumi’s grip tightened as he watched the unfolding scene that took a very sensual turn.
“Don’t tease me.”
Hoshina didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in close enough for their breaths to mingle and for Narumi to feel the warmth of caramel-sweet air against his lips.
And then—
Hoshina kissed him.
Narumi froze for half a second in surprise before instinct took over. His hand slid up Hoshina’s back, pressing him closer as he responded, his mouth parting slightly to deepen the kiss.
Then he tasted it.
Sweet caramel melting between them, rich and warm, transferring slowly from Hoshina’s lips to his own.
It was overwhelming in the best way. Too sweet.
Too addictive.
A low sound slipped from Narumi’s throat as the chocolate dissolved between them. One hand left Hoshina’s waist to cradle the back of his neck, fingers threading into soft strands as he held him there, exactly where he wanted him.
When they finally parted, barely an inch of space between them, Narumi’s eyes were darker than before. He could see Hoshina slightly panting from the kiss, tongue darted out as he licked the remaining chocolate that was smeared on his lips slowly.
He could feel both of them hardened just from the kiss.
“You’re unfair,” he breathed.
Hoshina swallowed the remaining sweetness, lips curved faintly. “Was it too sweet?”
Narumi stared at him for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
Then, without warning, he pulled Hoshina back in and kissed him again hard. Hoshina was startled. It was nothing like the way he initiated it before. It was deeper, more brutal, yet he slowly lost himself from the electrifying sensation and the overwhelming pleasure Gen gave him.
Their tongues danced messily. Saliva dripped down his chin and Hoshina could feel a hand crawling slowly underneath his T-shirts, caressing his back in a very sensual way that made the omega tremble.
Narumi finally let go of those now swollen lips, giving Hoshina a room to breathe but not for a break as he started going at his neck instead, giving it attention with bites and kisses. A shaky moan was drawn from his lips before the omega could stop himself.
“It tasted perfect,” Narumi muttered against his skin, his voice rougher now.
He pressed another lingering kiss just below Hoshina’s ear before letting his mouth drift to the sensitive spot at his scent gland. The gentle suction drew a soft, involuntary whine from Hoshina’s lips.
“You taste perfect.”
One arm tightened around Hoshina’s waist, sliding up along his back to support him as his posture faltered. The other hand moved to the soft indigo strands of his hair. The fingers threaded through them before grabbing it gently, tilting the head slightly to the side for better access.
Hoshina’s scent had always been intoxicating to him. Narumi could never understand how the blend of coffee and chestnuts the omega carried could drive him this crazy. He could breathe it in forever and still want more. He didn’t even like coffee but breathing in Hoshina’s scent only made him hunger for something more.
“And don’t even think about getting off my lap.”
He wants to claim him all over again.
Hoshina could barely respond.
His breathing had grown uneven, eyes losing focus as heat of arousal pooled low in his chest. For a fleeting second, he almost forgot what they had been doing in the first place.
All he could feel was Narumi.
“Gen—”
A piece of chocolate stopped him mid-sentence. He hadn’t even registered when Narumi grabbed another caramel and gently pressed it to his lips, nudging it into his mouth before capturing him in another kiss.
The sweetness flooded his senses again.
It’s too sweet.
Hoshina doesn’t like overly sugary things.
And yet—
He couldn’t stop himself from craving this sweetness.
Narumi’s grip on his hair tightened, yet still gentle, as their kiss deepened. The melted caramel that has Narumi’s own addicting taste blended between their tongues as the alpha won their fight for dominance.
Hoshina’s fingers tightened faintly against Narumi’s shirt.
Maybe it was too sweet.
But he wasn’t pulling away.
“...‘S too sweet for me, captain," said Hoshina breathlessly as they let go again.
Narumi hummed in mock consideration as he let his hands now wander on the tiny buds of the omega’s chest and played with them absentmindedly. Hoshina whined in response. His chest had always been his weak spot (among all others) that Narumi very much liked to abuse.
“Don’t worry, I will finish the rest of it.”
Narumi pulled the T-shirts Hoshina currently wears in a one shift motion (a shame since he really likes seeing the omega wear his T-shirts) alongside with his shorts, leaving the smaller man naked and sprawled on his lap.
“But,” Narumi continued as he picked up another piece of chocolate, eyes gleaming with mischief, “I might need your help with it.”
Hoshina looked at him in a daze, confused about what his boyfriend was going to do. He’s fully hard already and clearly on the edge as his body is still shaking like a leaf from just kissing. He could feel himself leaking into Narumi's pants and the alpha doesn't even mention anything about it.
With the chocolate in his hand, Narumi broke it apart, and the warm caramel filling seeped out, sliding lazily down his fingers.
“Because chocolate doesn’t taste the same, unless I’m tasting you with it.”
He smeared the caramel to Hoshina’s neck, slowly creating a pattern down to his chest, nipple, and just below his abdomen.
Narumi grinned—
“Thank you for the food.”
And then he dived in.
Hoshina’s body shook from the sweet caressing of Narumi’s mouth. The melted caramel chocolate made the whole situation feel sticky, messy, and yet very arousing. He couldn’t even register when his hips moved on their own, grinding himself to find relief, or when he even put his both hands to grip Narumi’s shoulders, steadying himself from his boyfriend’s merciless teasing.
A mouth latched on his right nipple that was smeared with the caramel, startling him.
“Ah–!”
His grip went tighter and left marks on Narumi’s shoulders, but Narumi didn’t mind a little pain. If anything, the alpha is proud of himself for doing such a good job pleasing his omega.
Hoshina kept spilling moans and needy whines as his boyfriend sucked his nipple while playing with the other one with his free yet sticky hand. Narumi’s other hand went down to the milky thigh and caressed it slowly, provoking Hoshina to keep grinding his ass to his now hard dick.
Everything Narumi does just elevates the pleasure he’s feeling.
More.
He needs more.
“Gennnnn~” whined Hoshina.
Narumi leaned back, finally letting go from abusing those tiny buds. His lazy grin adorned his face, yet it’s barely hiding the hunger and arousal he smells from the alpha’s scent that’s permeating the living room.
His scent is already making Hoshina dizzy.
“Patient, love,” said Narumi, voice deep from arousal, “I need you to do something for me first.”
He brought the hand that was sticky from smearing all the caramel on Hoshina and brought those long fingers to the omega’s face. The man could still smell the sweetness from them.
“Suck," Narumi commanded.
Without a second delay, Hoshina took out his tongue to give them a long lick before putting them in his mouth.
The omega closed his eyes as he got lost just from sucking his fingers. He could easily imagine it to be Narumi’s big dick he really loved since it already engraved itself into his memory. The sucking was messy and wet, and Hoshina gave them a thorough lick, just like how he would do it to Narumi’s.
The alpha watched how Hoshina sucked his finger like a champ. It was very erotic. Very sinful.
He bet Hoshina is currently thinking about sucking his member instead of his fingers.
Fuck, he’s always too good.
Before he embarrassingly came inside his pants from just the erotic view only, Narumi decided to gently shove Hoshina back and down to the sofa with both legs straddling Narumi’s hips, changing their position completely. It drew a whine of a loss from Hoshina but the alpha kissed his forehead.
“Don’t worry, baby, we will get there soon.”
But then Hoshina tugged at the jacket he’s wearing, eyes furrowing in annoyance. He wouldn’t realize he was still in his work uniform until Hoshina asked him to take them off. And since it was his boyfriend who asked, Narumi would make sure his wish was fulfilled.
After quite the time he took, making the man underneath him jerk his hips impatiently, Narumi went back to spread his legs to see the wet puffy hole that has been leaking this whole time. It always made him awe with the amount of slick his Soushirou could produce because of him.
It smells divine as well.
Narumi dipped his finger into the leaking hole and brought the liquid up to taste the addicting saccharine.
The taste made him groan.
He would love to eat his boyfriend up right now and make him weak in the knees for hours if not for the said boyfriend now kicking him with his heel impatiently.
“Gennnn, hurry–!”
“Okay, okay.”
Despite saying that, Narumi still took his time and dipped two of his fingers inside his hole. It’s soft and wet enough for him to enter it so easily. The alpha did his best to prepare him while on the other hand holding his thigh and putting a leg on his shoulder for support. On the other hand, Hoshina had both his grips to the sofa while clenching his eyes shut tight like he’s lost in the feeling. But Narumi could tell he’s doing a good job by the way Hoshina’s moan is getting louder by every thrust.
It was not even that long until Narumi found his sweet spot.
“Ah–! Gen! There—!”
Hoshina arched his back, precum dripped violently from his cock. The way Narumi pressed his inside and abused that spot oh so mercilessly already sending him on the edge of coming.
Wait
Didn’t he come already?
Hoshina was already losing himself, unable to focus on anything but Narumi’s possessive touch, his low, velvety voice, and the intoxicating scent surrounding him. Every inch of his body felt claimed. He couldn’t even register his own voice that’s now begging for him to be ruined.
“Please, Gen… Please—!”
God, he sounds so desperate.
Meanwhile, Narumi couldn’t help but relish how easily the prideful vice-captain of the 3rd Division unraveled beneath his touch alone. There was a certain satisfaction in it, reducing someone so strong and composed into nothing but putty and disheveled beneath him. It fed something primal inside him. Something possessive and deeply satisfied.
Unable to wait any longer, Narumi pulled out his fingers, unsure when it became four fingers inside Hoshina, perhaps he was just as desperate, and lined up his dick towards the sweet cavern he could never get enough of.
Narumi leaned it just slightly just to stop right next to his left blushing ear, whispering sweet words to him.
“Hold still, Soushirou. It’s time for the main course.”
And then he thrust in a one shift motion, drawing a scream out of Hoshina.
“AHH—!!”
The intense pleasure happening all of the sudden pushed him off the edge. The release he had been holding on broke like a damn, overflowing from both his cock and his hole. However, despite the sudden orgasm, Narumi didn’t stop. In fact, he’s just getting started.
He thrusted and thrusted mercilessly, making Hoshina overstimulated. Every inch of his body shook violently and every friction made him more and more sensitive. Hoshina tightened his hold, eyes clenching hard with tears running down his face.
And yet—
“Come one, Sou,” Narumi grinned, hips wouldn’t stop moving despite the omega begging for mercy, “I know you haven't had your fill yet, have you?”
Narumi is right.
He hasn’t.
Despite how relentless Narumi kept pounding him, or how he couldn’t stop coming from each thrust, he still craved for more.
Hoshina sobbed. “P-please, Gen… Alpha—”
‘You sound so addicting, Sou,’ Narumi thought with a groan as he folded against him. The last of his restraint crumbled without a fight.
“Of course, love.”
It was way past midnight by the time of their 4th session. From the sofa to their bed, Narumi managed to make Hoshina come dry. He even let the omega to take the lead and fuck himself on top of him, only to find the omega fail from how shaky and weak he had become.
But in every session, Hoshina would always demand the same thing.
“P-please, Gen! Ngh, Please–! Come inside–!”
And who’s Gen to deny his request?
It’s now their 5th round and Hoshina is already sound delirious. Nothing can form in his brilliant mind except his Gen and how addicted he was made to the pleasure because of him.
Hoshina’s voice is long gone by now. Moans and screams of pleasure went rough and hoarse but he couldn’t stop himself. Their position now with Hoshina on all fours with face buried to the mattress only made him feel Gen deep inside him, abusing places that only he is able to touch.
It was too much.
It was never enough.
“Don’t worry, Sou,” whispered Gen to his ear as he pistoned himself harder, buried himself deep to touch the womb inside, “I will fill you to the brim so you can feel it for days.”
“B-bite me—! Mark me!”
“Ngh, I will—”
And with the bite that wasn’t directly on his scent gland, Hoshina screamed his name before he passed out from coming for the last time. Narumi took a deep breath as he blew his last load deep inside Hoshina. The abused hole was already spilling so much of his cum from how many rounds they had.
After hugging the unconscious omega for a while, he slowly took out his dick after his knot softened. He groaned from the loss of warmth as he pulled out.
The sight is truly erotic.
Narumi could see Hoshina's leaking hole, his body that’s adorned with bites and bruises as marks of possession, and how the omega right now softly purring from satisfaction in his sleep.
He cursed himself for his lack of self control to his now slightly hardening member.
Right now, he should let his omega have all the rest he needs.
Narumi shifted their position carefully, easing Hoshina down so he could pull him close against his chest. He wrapped both arms around him, tucking Hoshina securely into his embrace before burying his face into the softness of indigo hair.
“Goodnight,” he murmured gently, pressing a lingering kiss against his temple.
Silently, Narumi made a promise to himself that he would return this gift tenfold.
Not just the chocolate.
But the devotion.
The warmth.
The love Hoshina gave solely to him alone.
If Hoshina chose only him, then Narumi would do the same.
And when he gave his heart in return, it would belong to one person alone.
Always.
Extra scene:
“Hm,” Hoshina mused, cradling his cup. “What should we do about all the chocolate ya got?”
The faint clatter of a spatula paused.
Narumi stiffened slightly in front of the stove.
It was already late morning the next day. Thankfully, it was Sunday, so neither of them had to report to base. Ever since they started dating and eventually moved in together, they had made a quiet promise to keep at least one day a week just for themselves.
That was, of course, assuming no kaiju decided to attack the city.
Right now, though, Hoshina was perfectly content sitting on the sofa, cradling the cup of coffee Narumi had made for him. His legs still felt a little weak from the night before.
His boyfriend really did him good last night.
“Are ya planning to eat all of them?” Hoshina asked casually.
In the kitchen, Narumi flipped a slice of the french toast a little too aggressively.
Narumi nearly fumbled the spatula.
“No—no!” he blurted out quickly. “I promised. I’ll only eat yours.”
Hoshina chuckled softly at the immediate panic in his voice. He set his cup aside just as Narumi brought over a plate stacked neatly with golden French toast dusted in powdered sugar.
As Narumi leaned down to set it on the coffee table, Hoshina reached up and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I’m not that mad, y’know,” Hoshina said gently. “Ya can have them if ya want.”
Narumi’s cheeks flushed faintly, but he instinctively leaned into the touch.
“I have a boyfriend,” he said, a little embarrassed but firm. “And I promised I’d only take gifts from my boyfriend.”
Hoshina blinked.
Narumi glanced away, ears tinged red, pretending to adjust the plate even though it was already perfectly placed.
Hoshina’s expression softened completely.
“…You’re surprisingly serious about this.”
Narumi huffed. “I am serious.”
He put an arm around Hoshina’s waist, pressing a kiss to his temple this time.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully as he picked up his fork, “I won’t eat them either. But I do know what to do so they won’t go to waste.”
Narumi perked up immediately. “Oh? What is it?”
Hoshina’s smile turned secretive.
“You’ll see later~”
Narumi did not expect an orphanage.
They arrived in the afternoon, paper bags in hand, the winter air still crisp enough to sting the lungs. Narumi slowed his steps as the familiar building came into view, brows knitting slightly in recognition.
It was the orphanage Hoshina had told him about.
“Vice-Captain Hoshina!” the owner beamed warmly as they entered the building.
Hoshina bowed politely. “Good afternoon. I hope we’re not intruding.”
“Not at all,” he reassured him. “The children just finished their lunch.”
Hoshina lifted one of the paper bags. “We brought Valentine’s chocolates. I made sure to pick ones that are safe for children. They have lower sugar and no alcohol fillings.”
“You always think of everything,” the owner said fondly.
Then his attention shifted to Narumi, his eyes widening slightly in recognition.
“And this must be your alpha.”
Narumi froze.
Not Captain of the First Division Narumi Gen.
His alpha.
Heat climbed straight up his neck.
Beside him, Hoshina let out a soft chuckle, amused on how flustered Gen is.
“I might have mentioned him,” Hoshina said lightly.
Narumi tried to hide the pleased look that flickered across his face, but he couldn’t help that his chest felt oddly puffed up, something warm and possessive settling there.
He barely had time to process it before a small stampede rushed toward them.
“HO-SHI-NA!”
Narumi stiffened instinctively, shoulders squaring out of habit, only to pause when he saw Hoshina kneel smoothly to their level, arms opening without hesitation.
“Easy, easy,” Hoshina laughed as two kids clung to him. “You’ll knock me over.”
“You’re late!”
“You promised to play last time!”
“Are those sweets?! Did you bring sweets?!”
Hoshina’s eyes softened in a way Narumi had never quite seen before. It wasn’t the teasing glint he wore at base. Not the sharp composure of a vice-captain.
It was something warmer. Gentler.
“Yes,” he said patiently. “But only if ya have finished yer lunch. And only one each.”
A chorus of dramatic protests erupted quickly followed by excited cheers at the mention of chocolate.
Narumi stood a little to the side, still holding two paper bags, strangely forgotten. There he saw a small girl tugging on Hoshina’s sleeve and pointed at Narumi.
“Sou-chan, is that your husband?”
Narumi choked.
Hoshina coughed lightly. “He’s—”
Narumi stepped forward before he could think better of it. “Yes.”
Hoshina shot him a look while the children giggled.
The owner only laughed softly. “Well, husband or not, you’re always welcome here.”
Narumi smiled awkwardly as the kids dragged Hoshina toward the play area.
“Captain Narumi, right?” the owner asked kindly.
Narumi nodded.
“He talks about you.”
Narumi blinked. “…He does?”
“Only good things,” he assured him.
Something in Narumi’s chest tightened unexpectedly.
Across the room, Hoshina sat cross-legged on the floor, helping a child carefully unwrap a chocolate. He wiped a smear from a boy’s cheek with the edge of his handkerchief and listened wholeheartedly to a very serious retelling of a playground dispute. When he laughed softly, the sound felt almost angelic in the quiet room.
For a brief moment, Narumi’s vision shifted.
He imagined Hoshina in their apartment instead. A smaller pair of shoes by the door. Tiny hands tugging at his omega’s sleeve. Hoshina kneeling just like this, very patient, warm, steady.
Their child.
The image struck him so suddenly he had to inhale sharply. The thought shouldn’t have felt that natural but it did.
He didn’t even realize he had stepped closer until he was standing just behind Hoshina. When Hoshina glanced up at him, Narumi was looking at him differently now. Softer, almost reverent.
“…You’re good at this,” Narumi murmured.
Hoshina tilted his head slightly. “At what?”
Narumi didn’t answer right away. He simply reached down and brushed his fingers lightly over Hoshina’s shoulder, grounding himself in the warmth there.
“At everything,” he said quietly.
A faint pink dusted Hoshina’s ears.
Before the moment could stretch any further, a child suddenly tugged at Narumi’s sleeve.
“Are you strong?”
Narumi blinked. “Very.”
“Prove it!”
Hoshina laughed. That soft, fond sound that always made Narumi’s chest feel too full. And suddenly, Narumi felt an overwhelming need to prove himself, to somehow show that he could stand properly beside Soushirou as his alpha.
“Bring it on, you rascals—!”
Five minutes later, Japan’s strongest captain found himself flat on the floor while three children climbed over him like he was playground equipment.
Across the room, Hoshina watched.
Smiling at him.
Narumi caught that smile through the chaos. Warm, amused, fond in a way that was meant only for him. And something inside him settled.
Narumi wouldn’t mind spending Valentine’s Day like this, as long as it was with him.