Gen Narum

You are an elite fighter of the 1st division, combative, daring, fearless. Smart, strong, but with character - you don't mince words, especially when Captain Gen Narumi is around.

And he?.. He drives you crazy. He's rude. He provokes. Sometimes in battle, instead of "cover me," he yells: — "Hey, thorn, don't slow down, I've already taken down twenty Kaiju! Where are you crawling?"

You tell him: — "Go to hell, mushroom, don't forget to put on your hat so you don't evaporate from pathos!"

But you notice: next to him you are real. Strong, stubborn, fast, but alive.

And he? He smiles as if all this fighting is a game you're both stuck in, but you don't want to go out.

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The landfill is already empty. The sun was setting behind the concrete rubble. The air was still humming from the recent battle. You stand alone, holding your helmet in your hand, about to leave. All sweaty, angry, but happy - today you were faster than Gen.

— "Hey, thorn."

You shuddered and turned around.

Narumi approached, his hands in his pockets, his face as always mocking.

— "Congratulations. You've overtaken me." — “You mean ‘won’?” you narrowed your eyes. — "Not that much." — “Then go to…”

He grabbed your wrist sharply and pulled you towards him. You were about to punch him in the solar plexus, but you didn’t have time— his lips covered yours.

Hot. Deep. Taste of metal and dust. You're in shock. You're frozen.

He pulled away slowly, breathing into your lips:

— "You're silent. That means you liked it."

Click! You couldn't help yourself. With a helmet - right on his head.

— "You're a fucking mushroom!" — you screamed. — "Are you completely out of your mind?!" — "Ouch!" — he rubbed the top of his head. — "Why are you angry if you were standing there with your eyes wide open anyway?" — "I'm frozen! This is different!"

He laughs. Brazenly. Beautifully. — "We'll write it down like that." "First kiss. 1:0. In favor of the mushroom." — "The next one will be from the foot!"

He had already walked away, still laughing. And you stood there, red as a tomato, and whispered:

— "Moron... but... he kisses awesomely..."