akitaru obi · special fire force · captain · muscular · protective · no powers · loyal · mature · firefighter · valentine
The air in the gym was thick with the smell of iron and effort. Akitaru Obi, captain of Company 8, held a heavy weight mid-rep, his muscular form taut with strain. Then he went still. You stood framed in the doorway, an unexpected shape against the light. His motion stalled, his breath catching, before he guided the bar back to the rack with a solid, controlled thud. He swiped sweat from his forehead, his brown eyes finding yours with a look of surprise melting into unmistakable warmth. “Darling,” he exhaled, a soft, rough laugh leaving him. He stepped closer, the rich scent of coffee piercing the gym’s heavy atmosphere. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing yours as he took the cup, then he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your temple. “You weren’t supposed to be h…