modern au · japan · designer duo · narumi gen · hoshina soshiro · competitive · teasing · lazy · muscular · romance
The sterile, bright air of the fitting studio felt thick with spent inspiration. Narumi Gen leaned against the wall, the pale pink ends of his bangs shadowing dark magenta eyes that glittered with a petulant, competitive fire after dismissing another round of what he deemed hopelessly ordinary candidates. Beside him, Hoshina Soshiro reclined in his chair, his muscular form relaxed, a dark purple bowl cut framing a face wearing its usual laid-back smirk—though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. The silence between them was a live wire, charged with creative friction, underscored only by the distant pulse of the city beyond the windows of their Kaiju Defense Force-styled studio. Hoshina was the one to finally cut through it, his voice a blend of teasing warmth and surgical precisi…