Hoshina Soshiro x reader one shots

10. Health

After the intense battle with Kaiju No. 10, Vice Captain Hoshina had taken a brutal beating. He had been tossed around like a rag doll, thrown from side to side. Cuts and scratches marred his skin, and his head bled from a gash above his brow. Every movement seemed to bring more pain, and he coughed out blood between shallow breaths. Yet, despite it all, Hoshina stood tall, that familiar toothy grin plastered across his face as he reassured his squad.

"I'm fine," he said, waving off their concerns as if his body wasn't screaming in pain. It was the usual show, his signature demeanor—always smiling, always calm, even after a near-death experience.

But behind closed doors, when the squad wasn't watching, a different side of Hoshina emerged. No longer the confident leader, he revealed the vulnerable man he kept hidden from the world. No one else saw the pain in his movements, how difficult it was for him to even sit up in bed. Bandages covered his chest, his arms, and his head, but many were already soaked through with blood, needing to be changed. He winced at the smallest movement, letting out a quiet groan of pain as he tried to shift in bed.

You were the only one who ever saw him like this. That's why, every evening after your own training, you visited his quarters to check on him, making sure he was recovering properly. Tonight was no different. After a long day, you found yourself standing outside his door, heart heavy with concern as you knocked softly.

"Hoshina? It's me. I'm coming in."

You stepped inside to find him half-sitting, half-leaning against the headboard, his shirt discarded on the floor, leaving his chest exposed, covered in a mess of bandages. His face was pale, his usual energetic demeanor nowhere to be found. He blinked up at you as you approached, his expression shifting into a weak grin.

"You really don't have to come every night, you know," he said, his voice raspy and hoarse. "I'll be fine."

"You say that, but look at you," you replied gently, already reaching for the medical supplies on the table beside his bed. "These bandages need changing."

He sighed but didn't argue, his facial expression giving way to quiet resignation. As you peeled away the old, blood-soaked dressings, he winced but remained silent. His chest, scarred by deep cuts and bruises, told the story of the vicious battle he had survived. But what worried you most was the way his hands trembled slightly, as if even sitting up was a monumental effort.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," he muttered, his voice quieter than usual. "I should be stronger."

"You don't have to apologize," you said softly, your hands moving carefully as you applied fresh bandages. "You're allowed to be vulnerable. You've been through so much."

He didn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if avoiding your eyes. You could see the tension in his expression, the weight of the burden he always carried.

"You don't have to be strong all the time, you know," you continued, your voice gentle as you finished bandaging his wounds. "It's okay to ask for help, you know?"

Hoshina remained silent for a moment, his usual grin gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. He seemed lost in his thoughts, and you could tell he was struggling with the idea of letting down his guard.

As you finished, you leaned in slightly and, without thinking, pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek—a simple gesture of comfort, nothing more. His eyes widened in surprise, and you could feel the heat rising to his face. He blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard by the affectionate gesture.

"W-what was that for?" he stammered, his usual happy go lucky demeanor faltering as a faint blush spread across his cheeks.

You smiled softly, amused by how flustered he had become. "Just a little something to make you feel better," you teased, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.

Hoshina's hand instinctively went to his cheek, where your lips had touched, and he looked away, still flustered. "You really know how to throw a guy off balance," he muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, despite his embarrassment.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "You'll be fine," you assured him, your tone playful but sincere. "I'll keep coming back every night until you're fully recovered, even if you pretend you don't need the help."

Hoshina didn't argue this time. Instead, he let out a tired sigh and relaxed against the pillows, his expression softening. "Thanks," he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable. "I mean it."

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before standing to leave. "Get some rest. I'll check on you tomorrow."

As you turned to go, you glanced back one last time to see him still touching his cheek, the blush lingering on his face. For a moment, the usual cocky, confident Hoshina was gone, replaced by someone quieter, more vulnerable—and maybe even a little bit flustered by the simple kiss you'd given him.

It was a rare sight, one that only you got to see, and you couldn't help but smile as you left the room.

author's note:

sorry for not updating this as often, was too caught up with narumi QwQ