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Hoshina Soshiro - Archive 2

TW: NSFW, Smut at the very bottom, Creampie, Pet name: "Sweet Heart", Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Ass Slapping

Prequel: Archive Open, Archive 1

Summary: Soshiro was reassured, went on on a date and ended up staying for tea

Author's note: Lowkey did not revise this, so I apologize if there's any mistake. Credit the drawing to the artist! I couldn't find who the artist was, if you know please let me know!

Five hours had passed, and all Soshiro could do was watch the news, his eyes glued to the TV.

Ringgggg Ringgg

Wonder Gorilla was calling.

Soshiro immediately picked up his phone.

“Took ya long enough” he started, not realizing how tense he had been until he felt the invisible weight lift from his chest.

“Did you get home?” he asked, his voice a mix of relief and concern.

“Just now. I was stuck in Osaka,” came the reply.

“Couldn’t ya pick up the phone earlier?” Soshiro asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Ahaha… my phone died.”

Silence hung between them for a moment.

“Aren’t you a lil worried, Coconut?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Soshiro responded, his tone softening.

“Aww, stop it, you lil’coconut head.”

“Respect your elders, broomstick head” Soshiro teased, leaning back on the bed. His eyes drifted to his reflection in the window.

“YOUR MOM.”

Beep Beep 

Soshiro laughed, picturing Yoko’s face turning bright red, her eyes squinting as she delivered the line. Yoko was the most animated person he knew, always gesticulating wildly while telling stories and pausing for dramatic effect, only to deliver the most anticlimactic lines. She loved all kinds of stories—legends, folklore, fantasy, sci-fi, and history. They had even started their own little book club, sharing interpretations and debating deeper meanings that were hidden within the text.

After being released from the hospital, the first thing Soshiro did was take a shower. There was nothing better than showering at home. Walking out with a towel around his waist, he stopped by the mirror above the sink. Water still dripped down his torso as he bent over, looking at his wet hair and feeling a profound sense of relief and joy of getting out of that damn hospital.

“I need a haircut soon.” He mumbled before grabbing his hair towel and patting his hair dry. 

Now, Soshiro found himself stuck in his room, debating what to wear. After much deliberation, he decided on a slightly oversized white linen short-sleeve button-up, folding the sleeves up a bit for a casual touch. He paired it with a random Calvin Klein boxers and stepped into a pair of khaki slacks, securing them with a matching dark brown belt.

Satisfied with his outfit, he took a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked just right. He then grabbed his black Uniqlo shoulder bag, which was hanging by the doorway, slipped into his umber brown Birkenstocks, and snatched the Vespa's key before heading out the door.

The ride to Mie was nothing short of enchanting, blessed by perfect weather. Soshiro reveled in the breeze combing through his hair, the fresh scent of nature mingling with each breath as he navigated the winding roads of Nara. As he approached Mie, the distinct aroma of the ocean greeted him, adding a touch of magic to his journey. Then something caught his eyes, Hanako San’s Flower Shop. 

Soshiro held a bouquet of delicate white baby's breath and light pink roses, wrapped in brown paper and tied with an aquamarine bow. Holding his breath, he pressed the button on the white-painted wooden gate. Moments later, he saw a blur of brown hair rushing through the door. As the gate opened, his breath was taken away.

Yoko stood before him in a cream-colored dress with a corset-inspired bodice and an A-line skirt, the shoulder straps tied into delicate bows. Her wavy dark brown hair cascaded freely, and her pink lips glistened.. When she looked up at him with her mesmerizing teal eyes, Soshiro was struck speechless, completely losing himself in the moment and forgetting every word he had planned to say. He watched as her cheeks turned red, her eyes drifting down to the bouquet of flowers he held.

"For ya," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, breaking the silence between them.

"T-Thank you, they’re beautiful" she stammered, her face breaking into a smile. Soshiro handed her the flowers, their fingers brushing against each other, leaving a lingering warmth even from the brief contact. "Let me put these away before we leave," she said, turning towards the house. 

As she turned away, Soshiro noticed that the dress was backless, held together by only two strings, showcasing her smooth skin. His heart pounded in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. He quickly turned away, covering his mouth with his hand as his ears burned. 

He got ready and mounted the Vespa, its engine purring softly as he waited for Yoko to join him. Yoko soon emerged with the camera strapped across her body. With a gentle smile, he handed her a helmet. After he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist. The warmth of her arms encircling his waist, her chest and face pressing close against his back, made him wonder if she could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart. 

“You smell nice” Yoko whispered, Soshiro could feel her breath on his back. “You smell like freshly laundered sheets mingled with the earthy, sweet aroma of a summer rain.” 

"Okay, descriptive author," Soshiro teased, his face flushing red from the compliment. Thankfully, Yoko couldn't see it. She responded with a playful smack on his thigh, just hard enough to sting a bit.

"This is why you can't have nice things," she retorted, a small smile playing on her lips. Soshiro caught a glimpse of it in the Vespa’s rearview mirror. 

They wound up at a quaint corner bookstore, where a tiny elderly lady sat behind the counter, her hair neatly tied in a bun. She greeted them with a warm smile as they walked in.

"Welcome in," the elderly lady said. They smiled back and bowed slightly before venturing down the aisle. Yoko was already a few steps ahead of him. She grabbed a random book and opened it.

"Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism." Yoko closed the book and glanced at the title. "A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini," she read aloud. Soshiro's gaze remained fixed on her as his fingers trailed along the spines of the books. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed a book, and opened it.

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world." He closed the book and looked at the title. "The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller."

"Oh? How romantic, Mr. Coconut," Yoko chuckled, her eyes locked with Soshiro's.

"Says the one with an endless collection of romance novels," Soshiro teased, lightly smacking Yoko on the head with the book. She whined in response. "Your choice."

"The Song of Achilles, duh... but let's read A Thousand Splendid Suns after." Yoko smiles cheekily and steps closer, their faces inches apart. Soshiro could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. In one swift motion, she pulled out another copy of The Song of Achilles from the shelf next to his head, then stepped back with a playful grin.

They both walked to the counter where the elderly lady sat. Soshiro noticed Yoko pulling out her wallet and gently blocked her path with his body. He took the novel from her hand and handed it to the elderly lady. 

"A bag, please," he requested with a smile. Yoko stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her face, waiting for Soshiro to finish up. As soon as they stepped out of the store, Soshiro noticed Yoko parting her lips to speak, but before she could say anything, he interrupted, "What kind of man would make the woman pay on a date?" 

That did the trick; Yoko's face turned bright red, her eyes darting away to look at anything but the man in front of her. It was endearing. Soshiro couldn't help but laugh. With his free hand, he found hers and intertwined their fingers. Together, they made their way to the park. 

"Do you think soulmates are real?" Yoko suddenly asked. It wasn't unusual for her to pose such questions. At the hospital, she had once asked Soshiro if he believed in mermaids, reasoning that if Kaiju existed, then surely it wouldn’t be a stretch. 

"Mmh..." Soshiro pondered, realizing he had never really considered it that way. The idea of having someone destined for you was comforting, but it also seemed to undermine the belief that you could choose your own path in life if everything was preordained. Just like how someone would be inherently “evil” or “good”. 

"I don't think so," Soshiro finally answered. "However, I do believe in fate. You're destined to meet certain people, but what you do with those encounters is up to ya."

"That's a good way to put it," Yoko responded thoughtfully. "Well, I hope that in every lifetime, we're destined to meet."

Soshiro's heart melted at her words, and he grinned back at her. "I'll be sure to find ya."

As they entered the park, Yoko slowly let go of Soshiro's hand. Behind the wooden gazebo stood a giant waterfall, its scent filling the air. He turned to look at Yoko, only to find her pointing a camera in his direction.

Click

"The view's good," she said with a smile, a blush spreading across his face. He then ushered her closer and took the camera. They took a selfie together, with him holding the camera since he was the taller one. His arm wrapped around her waist while she held the paper bag of books. Both of them grinned into the camera, the waterfall cascading in the background.

"Not as good as this one," Soshiro added, looking at the picture. “Race ya to the gazebo” 

The camera and the book were abandoned by a tree. 

Soshiro was in the lead, until Yoko decided that she was going to tackle him. The two of them ended up rolling on the grass. Twisting and turning, somehow ended up with Soshiro on top of her. Her face flushed and both of them were laughing breathlessly. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned her down.  

“Didn’t know ya liked playing dirty” 

“Everything is fair in love and war” Yoko retorted, her knee jabbed into Soshiro’s waist as she tried to push him off. 

"Oh? So this is war?" Soshiro grinned, his canine teeth peeking out. In a swift motion, Yoko slipped her wrist out of his grip and pulled him down by his shirt collar, locking their lips together. Soshiro's eyes widened, but he traced his tongue across her bottom lip before slipping it in, deepening the kiss. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as she leaned in, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hips.

Suddenly, he found himself flipped over, with Yoko on top. She grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the ground. Her face was flushed, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of her reddened lips, which curved into a smirk. She reached out to touch the gazebo’s wooden pole.

"I won," Yoko announced. Soshiro stared into the teal eyes and let out a laugh. 

“Ya’d really do anything to win” 

“Perhaps” 

Soshiro had the potential to do much more, but he didn’t want to traumatize anyone who might take a stroll in the park today. They lingered for a while, enjoying the surroundings and engrossing themselves in the book they had just picked up earlier. As the weather began to cool, Soshiro decided it was time to leave before the mosquitoes appeared, likely viewing Yoko’s exposed back as an invitation for a feast.

When they arrived back at Yoko’s house, she hopped off the Vespa with a smile.

"I had fun today," Yoko said, removing her helmet but still clutching it tightly. "D-Do you want t-to stay for tea?" she stammered, her eyes cast down at the ground.

"Yea," Soshiro replied, turning off the Vespa’s engine. He wasn’t one to turn down such an invitation. Yoko handed back the helmet, and Soshiro hung it on the rearview mirror before following her into the house. Taking his shoes off at the doorway. 

The house was just as Soshiro had imagined: warm and inviting. The living room was decorated with two yellow chairs, each adorned with light green pillows, and a blue sofa accented with salmon pillows. A white and light blue carpet lay underfoot. On the shelves were pictures that he assumed were of a younger Yoko and her parents. One showed her in a kimono with her parents at a wedding, another captured her high school graduation, and yet another depicted Yoko from her preschool days.

“You were so cute, what happened?” Soshiro teased, looking back at Yoko who was about to leave the room. 

“Your mom happened” 

“Is that ya’r only comeback? Ya suck” 

“Are you going to swallow?” Yoko grinned as Soshiro’s face went red. She stuck out her tongue at him as she left the room. “I’m going to get the tea” 

Soshiro felt heat rushing down south as he had such a vivid imagination of what Yoko insinuated. He sat down on the blue couch, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his lap. Trying to slap that image out of his head. 

"Someone got comfortable real quick," Yoko teased as she returned to the room, carrying a tray with two teacups. She set the tray down on the side table next to Soshiro before taking a seat on the empty side of the couch. “My parents are overseas right now for business stuff…in case you were wondering” Yoko mumbled, if it wasn’t for the dead quiet room maybe he wouldn’t have heard it. 

Soshiro tilted his head, his eyes scanning Yoko from head to toe. He could tell she was nervous from the way her finger tapped on the edge of the teacup, her eyes fixed on her finger instead of meeting his gaze. The tips of her ears were bright red. He settled his teacup on the side table. “Can ya repeat that? I didn’t catch it,” Soshiro teased, his lips curling into a Cheshire grin.

“Repeat w-what?” Yoko stammered, lifting her eyes to meet his. Soshiro could see she was trying to hide her embarrassment with annoyance, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. She set her tea down on the side table and looked away, unable to hold his gaze for long. 

Soshiro gently grasped Yoko's chin, turning her face to meet his. He locked their lips together, his other hand finding its way to her waist. He pulled her into his lap, one hand cupping her face as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, while the other rested on her waist, drawing her closer. Yoko’s hand finding its way to his back. Her fingers clenching down on his linen shirt, crinkling it in her grasps as she moved into the kiss. His canine teeth biting down on her bottom lips as he rolled his hips up against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she rolled her hips down onto his to match his rhythm. Just like how they fight without needing words, it seems like this was also the case here. 

Soshiro pulled away and there was a string of saliva connecting both of their lips. Yoko’s chest was heaving up and down as her face flushed. Soshiro looked down and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two little dots that poked through told him that. Her hands found their way to her skirt, lifting the material up to reveal a light purple lace panty the color complimenting her skin. There was already a drenched spot in the middle of the panty. This sent blood rushing down south for Soshiro, making him even more uncomfortable in his pants than before. Soshiro smirked as his lips found their way to Yoko’s bare neck. Biting down onto the skin, sucking onto it at his heart content. One of his hands found its way up Yoko’s thigh. Sending shivers down her spine as she felt the heat creeping in closer and closer. Her lips brush against Soshiro’s ear as she moans out softly. 

Soshiro pressed his thumb against her soaked panty, moving his thumb in a circular motion, groaning against Yoko’s skin as he wanted nothing more but to rip the fabric off her. Stripping her bare of anything in front of him, looking up at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. For her to whisper his name over and over again. Yoko's breath began to shorten as pleasure was spreading to her, her fingers finding its way to Soshiro’s chest. Working her hands to unbutton his shirt as fast as she can, only to be distracted by the other’s tongue on her clothed nipple. The hand that was once on her waist was now gone, finding its way to occupy her other nipple. She arched her back wantonly into the touch. Soshiro pressed his tongue flat on her nipple, then he squeezed the other nipple in between his fingers. Soshiro, being a fair man himself, took the other nipple in his mouth and switched his hand so that both sides were equally loved. His eyes never left Yoko’s face, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched her drown the room with her moans. Soshiro’s free hand brushed up against her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy, each touch was like fueling the fire of lust. By the time Yoko was done unbuttoning all of Soshiro’s buttons, lust clouded her eyes. Moans leaving her lips as she raked up and down Soshiro’s abs and biceps. Reminding her of how the combat suit really didn’t do him justice. Soshiro retracted his lips and hand from her nipples. Leaning backward for Yoko to fully rake in the view, his skin glowed under the warm light of her living room. He himself was no better than her, eyes filled with lust as he raked in the image of the disheveled hair and how her dress’s strap was falling down her shoulders. Her smooth neck now decorated with red marks all over, the two little wet marks on her chest proved the action he did earlier. His eyes trailed down to her legs, his finger trailed up the wet liquid that was seeping down Yoko’s leg. “I swallowed,” Soshiro teased, licking his fingers clean as he stared right into Yoko’s eyes. 

Yoko whimpered at the sight, her fingers finding its way to cup Soshiro's bulge. Making the man buckled his hip. She pulled her dress over herself, revealing the flushed skin that’s begging for Soshiro to mark. Her nipples were all puffy due to the attack it endured earlier. Soshiro's hand found its way up to fondle Yoko’s breast, his thumb brushing past the nipple as he kissed down on her bare skin. His tongue flickering on the nipple as he took it in between his teeth. Raking his teeth over the already sensitive skin. This made Yoko throw her head back, hips coming down on Soshiro’s. Yoko could feel Soshiro's cock pressing up against her panties, just to imagine what it would feel like inside her was already driving her insane. Soshiro moaned as he rolled his hips back up against Yoko’s drenched pussy, his pants and her panties being drenched. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his precum or was it because of her. Perhaps it was the both of them.

“E-Enough with the t-teasing” Yoko stammered out, tugging Soshiro by the hair to pull him away from her nipples. Nevertheless, she’s still grinding down on him. Soshiro chuckled as he grabbed her chin gently, pulling her back in. His lips found its way to her, licking her bottom lips he pushed his tongue into her mouth hungrily before pulling away.

“Patience sweetheart” Soshiro whispered against Yoko’s lips before hooking his fingers around Yoko’s panties, ripping the fabric. Revealing her soaked pussy, aching to be touched. The clit was bright pink showing how well it was cared for earlier.  His other hand went to unzip his own pants, lifting his hips up while tugging down his boxer. Taking his cock into his hand and pulling it out. The tip of his cock was already bright red, precum leaking down on its side.

“The combat suit does hide it '' Yoko mumbled, making Soshiro laugh as he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she still thinks about her random questions even at times like this. “That’s huge.” Yoko whispered, her finger tip tracing the crown of Soshiro’s cock, making his cock twitching and ripping a moan out of him. Soshiro really couldn’t help himself when he flipped Yoko over on her stomach. Her plump ass right in his face, he let his intrusive thoughts take over when he slapped the skin with his palm. Earning him a loud moan from the other, her back arched as she pushed her ass further up in the air. 

The next thing Yoko knew was that Soshiro’s fingers were prying her mouth open, which she gladly did. Swirling her tongue around his fingers, and sucking onto them like how she’d suck his cock. Only for him to withdraw the fingers a few seconds later. Soshiro himself was so hard to the point where it hurts, but he has self control. 

 Soshiro’s fingers trails down Yoko’s ass cheeks to her pussy. Slipping his index finger in first, the way that her pussy wrapped around him. The warmth, tight and wetness engulfed his finger, causing him to moan. Sending a hot sensation down to his cock at the imagination of it would feel like when he’s finally in her. He added in another finger, curling them as he tried to find the sweet spot. Earning himself a stifled moan from Yoko. Her pussy was so wet that the only sounds he could hear was the squelching of her pussy every single time he thrusted his fingers in and out mixed in with her moans. It was driving him crazy. “S-Sohiro..p-please” Yoko whined as she felt the pleasure being sent through her body. Her legs were already shaking just from his fingers. 

“Please what sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, his chest touching her bare back as his lips grazed her ears. Without waiting for an answer, Soshiro pushed in another finger until he was knuckles deep. Curling them just at the right spot, the spot where he knew Yoko would moan out the loudest. Just as he expected Yoko sobbed into the pillow, her fingers digging into the couch’s fabric. 

“Your c-cock insid-de” Yoko breathed out shakily as she turned her face to the side. That was more than enough for Soshiro to lose it. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing Yoko by the waist and flipped her over. Grabbing her thighs, he spread her legs apart and put them over his shoulder. One hand was right by her head as the other was holding onto his cock. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. He took in the way her eyes were squinted close as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her pussy. Yoko’s hands latched onto Soshiro’s back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving a stinging feeling but Soshiro doesn’t mind it. Matter of fact, he loved it. “S-Soshiro”. 

That was all it took for Soshiro to push his cock all the way inside of her, even he himself couldn’t hold back his moan as her pussy was wrapped around his cock. “So t-tight” Soshiro moaned as he grinned his hips into her. The warmth and the wetness was overwhelming. Yoko gasped seeing white for a split second, moaning Soshiro’s name like it was a mantra. It took all of his self control to not start ramming into her. 

“How do you feel s-sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, wanting to make sure that Yoko was comfortable before he continued. Yoko’s hand slipped up into his hair grabbing it and pulled him down into a kiss. Shoving her tongue into his mouth as she pushed her hips upward, causing Soshiro to let out a surprised moan now that they were skin deep. 

“So-o full” Yoko let out as she pulled away from the kiss for a second, before taking Soshiro’s lips back into hers. This was the green light that Soshiro needed, he started rocking his hips slowly. Picking up the tempo as he was engulfed in the pleasure. Yoko turned her face to the side as she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hand tugged on Soshiro’s hair as her lips parted slightly. Soshiro felt the familiar feeling swelling on the tip of his cock as he slammed into Yoko, letting his moans out. His eyes never left Yoko’s face as he washes how she’s drowned in pleasure because of him. 

“Cum for me” Soshiro whispered into her ears. Yuko’s toes curled up on their own, letting out a whine as white washes over her vision. Wet liquid spraying out of her and onto Soshiro. Soshiro could only groan as his hands found their way to her hips, clenching onto them as he started ramming into her, chasing his high. Small moans left his lips as he pulled out, letting his cum squirt all over Yoko’s pink pussy. Biting onto his lips at the sight, his own chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. 

Soshiro kissed Yoko’s forehead before stumbling out of the room, trying to find a bathroom. He first cleaned himself up quickly with a wet towel. Wrapping a towel around his waist as he found two more towels, a face towel and a body towel. Soshiro wetted the face towel and twisted the water out of it. Walking back he saw that Yoko was still on the couch, catching her breath. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Soshiro carefully wiped her clean, wrapping her with the towel as best as he could before he carried her in his arms. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” Yoko mumbled as Soshiro ascended the stairs. She clung to him, her breath warm against his neck. “My room is the one at the end of the hallway,” she added, leaning further into his arms. “Not only big dick energy but also a big dick,” she whispered with a sly grin.

Soshiro chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged Yoko’s bedroom door open with his foot. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You think you can handle it?” he teased, his voice a low, playful growl.

Yoko coughed, opening one of her eyes, and slapped him on the arm. “Never growl again,” she scolded, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Fine, fine,” Soshiro conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. The two broke out into laughter, their voices mingling with the night’s quiet. Yoko grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to her on the bed.

“It’s late…stay the night?” she asked, her voice softening.

“Mmh, first it was stay for tea, now it’s stay the night…if I stay any longer, I feel like ya’r going to ask me to stay forever,” Soshiro replied with his signature grin, but his eyes softened, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Yoko rolled her eyes playfully. “And if I did? Would that be so bad?”

Soshiro's grin faded into a gentle smile as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe not,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the warmth of their shared laughter still lingering in the air.  He pulled her close against his chest, and they both drifted to sleep, intertwined with each other.

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Hoshina Soshiro - Archive 1

TW: Mention of blood

Prequel : Archive Opened, Archive 1, Archive 2

Summary: Memories of Hoshina Soshiro before division 3.

Hoshina Soshiro, the blade prodigy. If this was still the Muromachi period he would've been considered a genius. It's a pity that he doesn't have the same unleashed power with guns. Even so, despite all of that here he stands in line at the himeji entry exam to grab his bib number. In his hand was number 203. He couldn't find anyone he recognized personally in the sea of people. "Oh we're still missing on more person" The officer whispered to each other as they looked down at the list of people's name that were crossed off. "We have to start the exam soon, it can't be helped" The other officer added shaking his head. The officers stood up from their chair, packing up the papers and tablets. "WAIT!!!" The voice was so loud that the whole room dropped dead into silence. All the heads turned to the owner of the voice, including Soshiro. Only for his eyes to land on a girl, she seems like she's 5'4 at best. Her dark brown hair tied up into a ponytail with a white bow. Her teal eyes glistening like the andaman sea glittering under the sun. "I'm sorry I'm late!!" The girl shouted as she rushed to the registration table. Her bangs were stuck to her forehead, cheeks were flushed red, probably because of the heat from outside. It is late June anyways.

"Iwaizumi Yoko" Yoko grinned as she looked at the officers.

"Okay, here you go Iwaizumi-san" The officer handed her the bib number. "Well, good luck on the exam". The officer bid as he packed up once again. Seems like an interesting one.

Soshiro made his way outside to where the fitness exam was to be taken place. It was a series of test: low crawl, 4km timed run, and speed climbing. It wasn't a surprised when he landed in the top three barracks in each one. However, the surprise was that Iwaizumi Yoko placed first in all of them except the timed run, that one Soshiro took home the win. This caused an up-roared within the sea of examinee, everyone asking the same question. Who is Iwaizumi Yoko?

The next part of the exam was the aptitude test. All of the examinee was ushered to the testing ground.

"I'm impressed by how fast you were" The blonde guy started as the group walked towards gate 4. "Keiji Fujiwara" "Hoshina Soshiro" Soshiro offered back, the two of them talked until they reached Gate 4, the exam arena. Soshiro learned that Keiji is actually the Keiji Fujiwara that's the top student at JGSDF. No wonder that man is so muscular. All of the examinee was ushered into the preparation room, and changed into the combat suit. As Soshiro slips the suit on, he feels the material clinging onto his skin. It feels like it wasn't even there. His heart was beating so loud that it feels like everyone else around him could hear it. "OOO THIS IS SO COOL!!" Yoko shouted, looking at her arms and legs that were now covered with the suit perfectly. Soshiro eyes trailed from Yoko's face down to her legs. The suit is hugging all of her curve perfectly, the way it reveals Yoko's waist and hips--Soshiro shook his head, snapping himself out of the trance. Now isn't the time to be ogling someone. "You think someone with a big dick would have an issue wearing this?" Yoko questioned with the most nonchalant face Soshiro ever seen. Yoko she looked around as if she's trying to find something or rather someone to prove her point. The girl with a bob hair cut next to her slapped Yoko's arm. "Could ya have said that any louder?" "I'm just expressing my concern for my fellow examinee, Megumi-chan"

Soshiro broke out into laughter, hugging himself as he folded in half. He locked eyes with Keiji as the other jaw's dropped at what they just heard. Keiji reminds him of a gaping goldfish somehow and that made him laugh even more. "I hope everyone here pass" Soshiro wheezed out.

"Settle down everyone, I'm Captain Kinichi and I'll be proctoring the aptitude test." The voiced boomed around them, and they could see Captain Kinichi on the screen. The man had a scar running from underneath his eye to his nose. Soshiro heard about it before that Captain Kinichi got that scar from saving his vice-captain during a mission. An honorable man indeed.

"The combat suit also measure your unleashed combat power. This practically means how much power of the suit that you're able to draw out. 20% is usually where most trained general officer is at so don't fret if your percentage is low"

"Ito Misakai, 8%"

"Tanaka Momo, 10%"

"Keiji Fujiwara, 25%" To be expected of the top student at JGSDF

"Abe Megumi, 5%"

"Hoshina Soshiro, 32%?!" Fuck yeah

"Iwaizumi Yoko, 35%?!" Oh?

"Suzuki Hajime 17%" The list then went out, but everyone including Soshiro was hung up over Yoko's number. When Captain Kinichi announced Keiji's number everyone already went crazy, but to see that the expectation kept going up was insane.

"Judging from the results here, it seems like we're going to have an interesting exam. Your objective is to neutralize Kaiju. The target are the 53 Yoju and Honju in the arena, this arena is modeled of the Gion-distract in Kyoto. We captured them last year during the Gion tragedy. Each one of you have been assigned an auto-tracking drone. You can pick what weapons you would like to use in the arena. In the event we determined that your life is in danger, we will activate your suit's shield. However, that also means that you failed. We can't guarantee that you'll make it out of this alive, so anyone that chooses to walk away can do now. THE EXAM STARTS NOW." Next to Soshiro a box appeared from the ground, the lid of the box opened automatically. Showcasing variety of weapons to choose from, however he already has his eyes set on one thing and one thing only. The one thing he ever known his whole life, the twin sword. He also grabbed the katana just in case, there's no such thing as being too careful. Once he stepped out, the arena is literally a replica of Gion. Soshiro located his first target, smirking as he went up close to the lizard type yoju. When it comes to mid size yoju, Soshiro has no doubt in his mind that he'll win. Soshiro drew his swords out, and in the matter of 23 seconds the yoju dropped to the ground. "That's some big dick energy right there" A familiar voice shouted, Soshiro looked up to see Yoko standing on a house's balcony. Her bangs falling over her eyes as she looked down on him, her lips curving into a little smirk. In her hand was a bloodied scythe, interesting choice

"Oho? The great Iwaizumi-san is complimenting me?"

"Perhaps, you don't really see someone using a sword nowadays"

"Says the one with a scythe" Soshiro added as he decided to join Yoko up on the balcony.

"I don't really like it when they're too close to me. They're kinda ugly and disgusting" Yoko made a disgusted look on her face. She really is a simple person.

"Why not a gun?"

"It wouldn't be fun if the risk wasn't high enough." Soshiro himself really didn't know what to make of that answer. Is she was joking or psychotic. "Do you want to team up?"

"Sure" Soshiro replied, getting up on his legs.

"Everyone! The mature ones have acidic saliva in the neck. It can shoot salivas out of it's mouth" Megumi shouted, thankfully she was close by otherwise Soshiro wouldn't have heard it.

"That means the ones we dealt with in these streets were just the juven-" Soshiro grabbed Yoko, cutting her mid-sentence. He pulled her closed to his chest and jumped off the balcony. Sheltering Yoko from being the one to brace the impact as the both of them fall to the ground. Soshiro being the safety mat for Yoko. Looking up the both of them saw how the balcony that they were just standing at melted to nothing. The acid even punctured a hole in the house. Towering above them was the mature lizard yoju. This yoju was taller than the houses, which translates to Soshiro would have a hard time with his sword.

"Thanks" Yoko said as she got to her feet, grabbing the scythe that landed next to them. Soshiro ran up to the lizard, slicing the skin off. It wasn't that easy as he wasn't cutting fast enough to beat the regenerating time. The next cut he made next to the yoju's knee was then followed by a large scythe decapitating the yoju. Before he knew it, him and the scythe user was completely in sync. Every cut he made, Yoko would be ready to deal the last blow. It was as if they were dancing, in a rhythm where only the two of them would know. The yoju was neutralized in no time. There were streams of yoju coming at them, however the two of them finished it in no time.

Sweat slid down Soshiro's face, dripping down on the ground. The muscle on his back flexing as he inhale and exhale. The coconut dark violet hair was now also drenched wet, it was like someone poured a bucket of water on him. Yoko's condition was no different than Soshiro's. "We make a great duo don't you think?" "So ya need to pass" Soshiro winked at Yoko, this made Yoko's already flushed face even redder. The tips of her ears burning as she smiled back brightly. If Soshiro were to be completely honestly, that smile that Yoko had was more than enough for him to forget about all the kaiju that's wrecking havoc in the world. Enough for him to even forget that they're in an exam.

"That's my line!"

"Should've said it faster than" Soshiro laughed. Yoko stuck out her tongue at him, but doesn't say anything else as they walk down the street.

"All yoju have been neutralized" Captain Kinichi announced. At this announcement, it sparked a fire in between the duo. Yoko was the first to start running and Soshiro caught up in no time. A smile playing on his lips as he could see Yoko's lips parted before she utter the next words. It was as if he already knew what she was going to say.

"The loser have to pay for dinner" Before Yoko could even finish Soshiro was already a few feet ahead. Making Yoko scoff as she flings her scythe ahead to loosen up the weight to make herself faster. They ran past the other examinee. To plain eyes, they just look like colors flashing by. "They're a whole different class" Megumi sighed, wiping her forehead as she grinned. "Who cares tho! I'll catch up to them!!" She shouted as she also started running to the direction of the Honju. "Mmmh I could already smell the wagyu" Soshiro teased as he halts right in front of the honju. Wasting no time, Soshiro jumped into the air. "Number One: Air Slicer" Soshiro did his best to engrave as many cut as he can. The bigger the size, the thicker the skin. He was also running out of stamina. The honju twisted its body and avoided the attack. It wiped its tail and smacked Soshiro mid air. Soshiro got slammed to the ground. He could feel his ribs break, coughing up blood all over the cracked pavement. The honju was above him, towering over him. Piercing yellow eyes look right into him. He blinked. The honju was gone. Soshiro felt water dripping down his face, he looked up into the sky to see if it was raining. It was indeed raining, but raining blood. The culprit for this was now in front of him, the teal eyes soften as they landed on him. Her lips let out a small sigh. Soshiro noticed how her white bow was now drenched red.

"Sorry that I couldn't keep up Hoshi-chan"

"I'm craving wagyu...A5 wagyu" Soshiro smile, letting himself close his eyes for a second. That honju really just reminded him again of everything everyone in his life ever said to him. The era of sword is over.

"Hoshi-chan, you're really cool...you know that right?" The sweet voice lured him back to opening his eyes. Her arms wrapped around his back, lifting his other arm around her neck. The feeling of warmth grew in his chest as he let himself lean against the girl next to him. "You as well, Yoko-chan"

"Eh? Are you even older than me to say that?"

" 19 "

" Fine, you win this one" Yoko huffed out.

"The honju has now been neutralized, everyone please head out to the exit gate." Captain Kinichi announced. To say everyone in the monitor room was amazed would be an understatement.

"This year's recruits really are talented"

"Iwaizumi Yoko's unleashed power was at 60% earlier" Harumi Miyako was still in shock with what she saw. The speed that the honju was taken down was insane. This girl was probably on par with officers from division 1. "Hoshina Soshiro is also no joke. He's even faster than Iwaizumi" Captain Kinichi added as he sat down on his chair looking at the two through the screen. "This is probably what it means by, it takes a monster to hunt a monster down one."

Soshiro was propped up sitting reading a book on his hospital bed, the hospital gown draped over him. He looked up at the clock to see it being 14:00. Just as if on cue, the room door opened and it revealed a the brown hair girl. Today she was wearing pink satin crop tank top with lace embroidery on the top and white flare jeans. Her hair was tied up into a half up half down with a white bow. In her hands were two coffee ceramic cups and a bento box wrapped with a furoshiki seahorse pattern. One of the ceramic was teal with a black cat on it and the other one was dark red with a white cat on it. "Coffee delivery" Yoko sang as she puts the coffee down next to Soshiro's bedside. "Hoshi-chan, how's the recovery?" "They said I'm released t'morrow" Soshiro set his book down next to his bedside, reaching for the red cup. Bringing the cup to his lips, inhaling the aromatic scent of the coffee before taking a sip. She sure does make good coffee. "Don't ya live in Mie?"

"Yeah why?"

"Isn't a hassle to drive all the way here everyday?"

"I can't have Hoshi-chan being all bored and alone can I?" Yoko replied nonchalantly like it didn't make Soshiro's heart skip a beat or anything. If Soshiro would paid more attention, he would've noticed that Yoko stuttered and her ears were bright red. "Didn't know I was that special" Soshiro retorted.

"Shut up before I take the coffee away"

Soshiro did just that, sipping slowly on the coffee as they basked in each other's presence. The only thing they could hear was the birds chirping outside of the hospital's window. The sunlight found its way into the room, hitting Soshiro's face perfectly. His eyes glistened like a ruby. Yoko couldn't look away, as if she's in a trance.

"T'morrow, let's go to the bookstore" Soshiro turned and held her eye contact, he himself was no better than Yoko. To him Yoko's eyes were that of the Andaman sea and Soshiro would gladly drown in them.

"Where?" Yoko whispered out, suddenly her voice was stuck in her throat.

"Mie, I'll pick ya up" Soshiro set down his now empty coffee cup.

"Okay" Yoko unwrapped the furoshiki from the bento box and handed the box over to Soshiro.

"Thanks" Soshiro grinned, looking down at what's inside took his breath way. It was rice ball that looks like panda, grilled wagyu and veggies on the side. He first tried the wagyu, the meat itself was so sweet and tender, it literally melted in his mouth. "It's delicious Yoko-chan!"

"Bet it is, it took me so long to cook it"

"Didn't burn the kitchen down?"

"I'll burn you"

Soshiro laughed continued eating, Yoko grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. The two of them watched the news quietly, but if Yoko were to ever look back at Soshiro, she would noticed how his eyes were on her more than it was on the TV. "I think the news reporter should change her lipstick" Yoko commented, pointing out how the bright pink neon lipstick didn't suit her. "I can't believe they would let her on live television without anyone telling her that." "It's her new hair color, if she didn't dye it orange maybe it would've worked" Soshiro added.

"You're right"

"When am I not?"

"Like how you think milk goes in before cereal"

"Ya just in denial"

"Okay Mr.Coconut"

The two of them bickered until the sunset, however there were absolutely no tension in the room. Yoko packed up and got ready to leave as she realized that the sun was threatening to fall asleep anytime soon.

"Taking the train?"

"Nah, I took the motorcycle today"

"Be careful"

"Of what? Of you on the loose?"

"I'm warning other people, since ya took the motorcycle" Soshiro teased, chuckling as he could see Yoko pouting away. "Okay, for real now be safe"

"Yea Yea, Gramps" Yoko waved off as she head for the door, turning around one last time to look at Soshiro before heading out. "Don't be late tomorrow, Coconut-Chan". Before Soshiro could even reply, Yoko left. Leaving him grinning like an idiot to himself. Soshiro stayed up a little longer, to meditate. Even on day offs, he still needs to train. If he can't train physically then he'll train mentally. Every second that passes is considered potential time he could use for growth. Just as he was ready to sleep, he got an emergency alert on his phone. Emergency Alert: Honju sited in Nara, everyone please go to your nearest shelter or lock yourself inside your house.

Emergency Alert: Honju sited in Nara, everyone please go to your nearest shelter or lock yourself inside your house.

Soshiro eyes widen at the news. It was only an hour and half since Yoko left. Meaning that she was probably still on her way home. Soshiro immediately went through his contacts. Finger hovering over, Wonder Gorilla before tapping the call button under the contact.

"Pick up idiot" Soshiro whispered, only for the call to go into voicemail. He tried multiple times to no avail.

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" Excuse me" An old man with snow white hair entered the cafe, in his hand was a black ebony cane. He was dressed in a pastel purple knitted sweater and a pair of white slacks. "Welcome in" A woman with a cotton candy pink hair greeted, she smiled softly. Her eyes soften as she pointed to the empty seats in front of the bar. With each step that the old man took, what youth that time took away was restored. He was no longer hunching, his posture fixed, giving himself 4 more inches of height. His white hair was now dark violet. In front of the woman was no longer an old man in his 80s, but a man in his late 20s. He gave her a cheeky smile, his canine peaking through. "What drink can I get for you today, Hoshina-san?" "A cappuccino would do" "A refined choice" The woman commented as she made her way to the espresso machine. Hoshina's eyes slowly examined the cafe. The cafe was decked out in wood. There were a few potted plants here and there. Not that he can really tell what type of plants they are. There was a black and white picture framed on the island table. In the picture was the woman, she was wearing a plain kimono, her hair was in an updo. Next to her was another woman, dressed in a matching attire. Their hands intertwined as they both smiled into the camera. On the right corner of the picture written was 23.05.1888 Hinata & Chuya. Hoshina looked away from the picture only to see the cappuccino sitting in front of him with the woman nowhere to be found. "Soshiro?"

Hoshina's heart picked up its paced, and all of the sudden he forgot how to breath. Upon setting his eyes at the front door of the cafe, his vision got blurry as droplets of water drips down his chin.