Hoshina Soshiro x reader one shots

12. Pocky Day

It was already late in the evening, and you'd finally finished washing up after a long, exhausting day. Though tired, you were excited, anticipation bubbling up as you waited for none other than Vice Captain Hoshina to arrive. The two of you had made plans earlier to spend a cozy evening together watching a movie—a chance to relax and unwind from the day's pressures and just enjoy each other's company. You'd barely had time for anything other than training recently, so this was a rare and welcome treat.

You heard a soft knock at the door and smiled to yourself, heart skipping a beat.

"Come in!" you called, eyes already trained on the door frame, and in he walked. Hoshina looked as he always did—sporting that signature, easy-going grin of his that somehow managed to be both mischievous and kind. Yet, tonight, there was something different about him, a subtle tiredness in his eyes. You could see it in the slight dark circles under them, a sign of how hard he'd been pushing himself.

He waved a little, almost lazily, as he strolled toward you, the warm light in your room casting soft shadows across his face. You felt a surge of affection; he'd been so busy lately, yet he still made time for this evening together.

"The usual," you said with a soft smile, nodding toward the bathroom. "Your clothes are already in there, so go shower before we settle in, okay?"

"Oh? No offer to help me with it?" Hoshina's voice took on that familiar, teasing, his brow raised just enough to give away the playful glint in his eyes.

You felt your cheeks flush, and, with a small scoff, grabbed the nearest pillow to toss in his direction. Predictably, he dodged it with ease, laughing as he shrugged and strolled toward the bathroom, clearly delighted by your reaction. You took a deep breath, still smiling, and got to work setting up snacks, trying to calm the slight racing of your heart. Hoshina's teasing was something you'd grown used to by now; in fact, it had become almost a daily routine for him to make you blush. No matter how many times you protested, he never stopped, as if he found an endless amusement in your reactions. And though you'd never say it out loud, you didn't mind the attention—not one bit.

You could hear the shower running as you prepared the little things. Hoshina was in there for a few minutes, and as you set out the drinks and arranged the snacks, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to him. Even though you both worked together, these quiet moments were rare. Each one felt special, somehow, like a stolen piece of time that the rest of the world couldn't touch.

Soon enough, he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the casual clothes you'd set out for him: a soft, oversized shirt and loose shorts that made him look even more relaxed than usual. He ran a hand through his damp hair as he approached, his expression softening as he looked at you.

Without a word, he settled onto the couch beside you, and you leaned back, finally starting the movie. You opened a fresh box of Pocky, one of your favorite snacks, and relaxed into the cozy atmosphere, feeling the comfortable warmth of Hoshina beside you.

After a while, as the movie played, you caught Hoshina staring at you from the corner of your eye. You glanced over, giving him a questioning look, and he only smiled, leaning his chin on his hand. He seemed thoughtful, as though he had something on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked softly, holding back a smile of your own.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Did you know what today is?" he asked, his voice holding a hint of mystery.