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Authoress' Note: So a few weeks back, a friend of mine reblogged a list on Tumblr of non-sexual intimate acts to use as prompts for their own muses. I loved this list so much that I saved it for myself, and going to use it for prompts for my own fandom loves. Several of them will likely be used over multiple fandoms, while some may just be specific to one fandom, so if you follow me for all of my stories, don't be surprised if the same prompt is used with different fandoms. With that said, onto the fic!
For We Love
Prompt 1: Your muse wearing your clothes
The first time Gen Asagiri had seen Kohaku wearing his signature violet overcoat, it had been after he had washed it, having it hung out over a clothesline set up between two trees in order for it to dry. He had walked away from the clothesline after hanging it up – of course, the mentalist didn't want to spend all day just watching clothes dry, and even if he did, he knew that he would be quickly dragged to work, since there was never a day off in the Kingdom of Science – and returned to it a few hours later, only to find it inexplicably missing.
His first thought was that one of the children had taken it, probably to try and figure out all of its secrets, given how all of his tricks made reliable use of the long sleeves and hidden pockets of his coat, although he removed all of those to hide on his person before he took it off to be washed. His second thought was that someone was pulling a prank on him. But as he was trying to figure out what happened and who may have been responsible, Suika made a comment of seeing Kohaku going into Yuzuriha's seamstress tent with something purple in her arms. It was a weak lead, to be sure – after all, the purple she was seen with could've been something else that the leader of the crafting team requested to be brought to her – but it was still worth checking out all the same. And so, he entered the tent and lo and behold, Kohaku was still there, wearing the coat and admiring herself in the tent's long mirror.
The shocked look on her face when she realized that she was caught, followed by the intense blushing and lack of actual words as she tried to explain, had Gen doubling over from laughter. He couldn't bring himself to be mad at the theft of his property, not when he received a great price in seeing the resident huntress act in such an uncharacteristic manner.
The second time she wore it was an odd moment, but one of necessity. It was on a hot summer day, and while the day did have aspects of the usual work load – especially given how each day grew closer to the completion of the Perseus – most of the day was spent at the beach. Swimming around, cracking open fresh melons (while being mindful not to accidentally hit Suika in the process), and overall just having a day of fun to break up the monotony of constantly working. Gen was not one of the people that spent much time in the water, but he was dressed for it all the same, having his coat by his side to use more as a makeshift pillow if he wanted to lay back in the sand.
It came in handy when Kohaku came ashore from taking several speedy dips in the cool water, and attention of all sorts turned to her as she exited the water missing her swim top. Likely it had fallen off somewhere in the water as she was diving, and given how she turned into a blurry ghost on photography because of that it was the best guess anyone had, but nevertheless it was gone, leaving her breasts uncovered and bared for all to see. She didn't seem to realize this fact until she had heard all of the attention, ranging from concern and gasps to lewd comments about the size and perceived softness, to which she finally looked down and saw what they were seeing, letting out an embarrassed squeal and trying to cover herself to keep the worst offenders from continuing to stare at her.
Gen was the one to spring into action first, happen to only be a few feet away from where she came out of the water with Minami, going over pictures that she had taken with her camera, coat folded over and slung over one of his shoulders. Within seconds, he was standing in front of her with coat now in hand, slinging it over her shoulders, protecting her from greedy gazes with much protest from said greedy sightseers, namely Ginro (although Kinro did well to keep his pervy brother at bay while also averting his eyes as a gentleman should). He told her to place her arms within the sleeves, and once she had done that, he took the ends of the coat and tied it tightly around her waist, turning the jacket into a makeshift shirt that did a fantastic job at covering her upper half.
… And making her look a bit too cute while he was at it, although he kept that comment to himself. She looked down at herself, covered again by that piece of purple clothing, and she blushed a little more while stammering out a "thanks" before she rolled up the sleeves and took off to give Ginro and anyone else that made the lewd comments a piece of her mind. He rolled his eyes, knowing full well there wasn't much more he could do to stop her from doing so, only hoping that she didn't get his coat wrecked in the process. Luckily, the coat was returned to him after a few minutes before she even had the chance to wreck it, thanks to Nikki finding and grabbing the discarded top and returning it to her, a group of the ladies forming a small barricade to allow her to place it back on without all of the unwanted attention.
The next day, as Gen was walking past the tent that held all of the developed photos for the photo journal of the Kingdom of Science's progress in their mission to revive humanity, he noticed that Minami had snapped a picture of the two of them after Kohaku was covered up. The picture captured the light blush the huntress had on her cheeks, her arms up in the air as she gazed up at Gen with her flustered smile, while he was smiling at her as well. His heartbeat elevated upon seeing the photo, upon seeing that smile and her cute appearance captured so elegantly on film. He wasn't too sure as to why, however, although he would think about it quite a bit over the following weeks leading up to the Perseus' maiden voyage.
The third time was an effort entirely of his own accord. It was during the voyage to North America, after a rough night at sea due to a terrible storm. Several members of the crew became seasick due to the ferocity of the rocking and movement of the ships, one of them being Suika. She was used to traveling on the water, coming from a village that lived and thrived off of the sea's bounty, but she wasn't fully prepared for how violent the open seas could be.
Kohaku's love and protection of Suika was absolute, and so when the child became ill, Kohaku did not leave her side. It was her insistence, although she didn't have to push for it very hard as it was universally agreed upon by several of the crew, that Suika was given a private bed in the medical bay where she could recover. And so she did, with Kohaku helping her through all of the ups and downs.
Gen was the one that offered to bring them both something to eat for breakfast in the morning after the storm had passed and most everyone had started to feel better. He wasn't surprised to see them both asleep when he walked into the room, and in fact, he actually expected them to be. He figured that he would wake up Kohaku with the alert of food, and leave it to her discretion to wake up Suika or not. However, upon seeing them, he nearly froze in place over how entirely magical the scene was before him.
Suika was laying upon the bed, her helmet removed and laying at the foot of it. She was curled up under a blanket, laying on her left side with her back towards the entrance of the medical bay. Her blonde hair was sticking to her face, likely due to sweating from any fever she had during the night, but she didn't seem like what was suffering from such a thing now. Thank goodness for the variety of medication and remedies they were able to come up with to help with such maladies.
Kohaku laid on her left side as well, but she was knelt down upon the hard floor, with her arms up on the bed, her head laying upon them like her own pillow. She was completely out of it, not disturbed at all by the morning sunlight that was coming through the one porthole window that was placed inside the room. It was her that namely caused Gen to skip a breath, the beam of light illuminating her slumbering face and highlighting a side of her beauty that he hadn't seen before.
She had always been beautiful, of course. That was one of the first things he had noticed about her, with her strength and fighting abilities being the others. However, it was those latter attributes that were often what defined her character among most of those in the Kingdom of Science, including himself. So to see her in such a serene state, a total opposite of her usual appearance, bathed in the light that brought out her beauty more so than in anyway before had the mentalist dealing with the same odd rising in his heartbeat as he did before. He could feel his cheeks getting warm this time, however... perhaps he was starting to feel sick as well? Yes... that could be it... it was a better explanation than any, or at least any that he wanted to admit to.
Kohaku let out a small shiver, although she didn't seem to wake up, only stirred as she snuggled her head further into her arms. He had to admit, things were a bit chillier this morning than it had been, likely still dealing with whatever front that brought the storm. It would quickly warm up, that was for certain, but for now, he supposed that it wasn't a surprise that perhaps the lighter temperatures were making their way through the entire ship.
He placed the tray with their meals down on a nearby table, looking around the medical bay for another blanket, finding that there actually wasn't a second one to be found. He hummed quietly to himself, bringing a hand to his chin as he pondered what to do. He knew he could just leave and find another blanket, figuring there would definitely be extras down with the bunks. Although, just as he thought of that more logical plan, another one crossed his mind. One that was entirely illogical and unnecessary, but yet it was the idea that sounded the most perfect.
Sliding off his coat, he gently walked over to where Kohaku laid, covering her shoulders with the fabric and having it drape over the back of her form. She stirred again, but this time with a comforting hum, and he swore that her lips curled into a gentle smile, taking a sweet delight in the warmth of the cloth. His heartbeat sped up again for a few moments, along with the temperature in his cheeks, and he had to force himself to look away, covering most of his face that was tainted pink with one arm, although the sleeves on his yukata didn't hide himself as well as what the coat normally did.
He froze when she moved way more than a typical stir, shifting a bit upon the floor and her head turning to the opposite side, hands moving enough to grasp at the edges of the coat to pull more around her. The fabric rested now closer to her face, and she sighed dreamily over how much more surrounded she was by it. His shoulders relaxed once it seemed like she had settled down again, and took the cue to leave, stepping across the floor as quickly but as quietly as he could. Once he was outside of the medical bay, he realized how much his heart was racing out of his control, and he knew that he was a bright shade of red. He was grateful that no one else was around the medical bay at this point to see him, as he had to look quite the sight. Very unbecoming of the resident mentalist, to be sure.
But what he wanted to know was why. Why was he turning into such a mess over Kohaku and her wearing his coat? At first, it was funny, cute even... but now... it wasn't just that. There was something else. Something he didn't quite place.
He realized what it was later that day, once Kohaku and Suika were both awake and rejoined the crew, much to the happiness of all those around them in seeing their little detective back on her feet. The huntress found Gen a bit away from most of the people that gathered on deck, and she approached him with a sweet smile and a faint blush, holding out his coat neatly folded within her hands and greeting him with a sincere "thank you". He smiled and took the coat with an equally sincere "you're welcome" and placed it back on, brushing out the folds. He eyed Kohaku as he did, noticing how she shifted on her heels, hiding hands behind her back, her head turned away and he swore her bottom lip was jutted out in a small, uncharacteristic pout.
"... It was really warm and comforting."
He pretended that he didn't hear what she said, jokingly asking her to repeat herself and wasn't surprised when she didn't, saying that it was nothing before she walked back off towards the crowd. But he heard it loud and clear, and once again he felt the heat and thumps rise up. He also couldn't tear himself away from watching her, seeing how she smiled and laughed and chatted with everyone, and how he couldn't get his mind to clear about how beautiful and sweet she truly was, even when others would speak of her more beastly aspects.
It was the first sign that he was falling in love with her. That was the entire reason why. And he nearly choked on his own spit when he realized this fact. Really, of all things... yet, as he continued to watch her, even as she went off to do some work for Francois in order to prepared for the evening meal, he couldn't help himself but to laugh softly aloud, not denying the truth that was blooming in his chest.
All of those moments led up to now, with the party of the revived crew and members of the newly-established Superalloy City going on in the background, and Gen catching sight of the huntress pulling herself away from the majority of the party and following behind her by several feet, allowing her distance as what he was assuming she desired. She chose an area of isolated beach, still within earshot and ability to reach the main camp, sitting down upon the rocky shores with several feet away from the waves that washed up against the natural barricade. Her arms behind her back as she leaned upon her palms, hair blowing past her face by the gentle evening breeze, lapis eyes lingering upon the moon that hovered above the land.
"... Just letting you know, you're better at being sneaky than this." She called him out, and he chuckled as he removed himself from his hiding space behind some trees and greenery, approaching her at last and taking a seat at her right.
"Ah, yes, you are correct, but perhaps I was hoping you'd catch me so I may receive a proper invitation," he replied with a bit of his classic sing-song in his voice, and Kohaku scoffed, rolling her eyes at such a silly notion.
"You never need an invitation, Gen."
He chuckled again before falling into the relative quiet, his arms crossed over his chest and legs folded in and crossed in front of him, joining her in her moon-viewing reflection. Dark cerulean occasionally glanced over to her, although she didn't return his gaze. She hummed softly at one point, deep in thought, muttering a whisper of an apology when she realized what she had done, feeling as though she had done something to disturb her stargazing partner.
He could see that there was much on her mind in those little noises and gazes. An overwhelming amount of things. The battle before, the petrification, the revival, seeing Suika all grown up and learning how she survived all this time, the Why-Man, the rocket, knowing that there were so many people back in Japan and North America that needed to be revived... the party atmosphere was only a mask and a relief that everyone needed in order to unwind and reset their minds and bodies before they took the next step. And while Kohaku – and pretty much everyone else – was fantastic at hiding the stress, it was clear that now it was starting to show through the cracks.
He understood. More so than he would ever let on. But in the quiet, no sympathetic words were needed to be shared. Instead, Gen took a different approach, recalling her words upon the Perseus. He slid his coat off his form, shifting over a couple of inches to allow him the ability to wrap the fabric around her shoulders. Kohaku flinched at the foreign touch, confused by the sudden action, her head turning with a thin brow raised towards him, being greeted with a sincere smile.
"I thought you would appreciate the comfort."
He was sure that she turned pink, turning away to try and hide that lovely shade further than what the darkness was already doing, curling her legs in a bit more than she already had them and arms wrapping around her knees after pulling the coat a bit more onto her shoulders. He was also a shade of pink that made him grateful for the cover of night.
"Thanks," she muttered quietly, smiling gently as she nestled her head upon her folded arms, pulling the fabric a smidgen around her, brushing it against her cheek.
Gen hummed in acknowledgment of her appreciation, turning his gaze away with arms in the sleeves of his yukata and back towards the sky, trying to ignore the rumbling in his chest from his intensifying heartbeat, however slight that it was. There was silence again, save for the noises of the party going on behind them, but there was a bit of a different air this time around, a more relaxed and calming air. This time, when Kohaku sighed with a small hum in her throat, she didn't apologize for it, instead nuzzling the coat up against her cheek again and reveling in the comfort that it was giving her.
He watched her, of course, and the entire time he could feel his chest getting tighter. He had it bad, that feeling of love. But he didn't, or rather, he couldn't express it. Not now, at least. There was way too much still on the horizon that would entirely get in the way of a relationship, if she were to return his feelings as he was hoping she would. Although there was also the nagging feeling he had that she had her eye on someone else within their tight-knit group that she felt a more romantic attachment to, although neither of them were anywhere near the point of pushing that ideal. But he would tell her someday, he was certain... especially if it was to become more of a habit for her to be wearing his signature coat like this.
His private thoughts were disturbed when he felt the gentle force of something hitting his shoulder, flinching for a moment to see Kohaku had moved herself over the extra few inches and was now laying against him, still curled up in the coat. She didn't look up at him, but she was smiling beautifully, the celestial glow highlighting her in the same way the sunlight did on that morning on the Perseus. If his heart wasn't already racing, it definitely was now, but it seemed as though she couldn't hear it at least... or if she did, she wasn't saying a word about it.
For a few moments, he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't going to push her away by any means, lest he risk being a victim of her scorn, but he also didn't want to push things further and risk her reacting in any sort of disdain. Cautiously, he lowered his arms, resting them upon his lap and relaxing his shoulders, something that she seemed to responded to positively by how she hummed and lightly shifted her head to better accommodate the softened position.
His head fell over towards her subtly, judging her reaction, before being more direct, resting his cheek against the top of her blonde locks. She stiffened momentarily at the foreign touch, but quickly settled down, and she made another happy noise as she shifted her form over another few centimeters.
"Hey, Gen?"
"Yes, Kohaku-chan?"
She glanced up at him through long lashes, "I think this is my favorite moment. For wearing your coat, I mean."
Gen laughed, shutting his eyes as he nodded, taking in a deep breath that didn't seem at all heavy, his chest becoming much lighter and the warmth in his face subsiding. "Mine as well. Although... I hope it won't be my only favorite," he replied, lips curled into a peaceful smirk.
Kohaku shut her eyes as well, copying his sigh with fingers clinging to the fabric. "I hope so, too."
They fell into the quiet again, sitting as they did, opening up their eyes to stare up at the sky as they had before, remaining there for a long time before they both realized that they should head back to the camp, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before someone would try and come to find them. After they stood up, stretching out their legs, Kohaku returned the coat to him and he placed it back on as if it never left him in the first place. He didn't miss the small pout upon her face when she had to give it back, missing the borrowed clothes that looked too good upon her delicate form.
But he knew this wouldn't be the last time that she would wear it. She knew it too. There was going to be another time, somewhere down the line. And a time after that, and another after that. It was only a matter of when.
However, as Gen watched her as they walked back together, a comfortable distance between them, seeing the weight that laid on her shoulders disappearing and that lovely smile still playing her lips, he hoped that one of those times will be the start of their lives romantically intertwined.
- end -
