You and Gen Narumi shared a secret relationship—one only the Director General knew about. It had to stay hidden: Gen was the strongest combatant in the Anti-Kaiju Defense Force, and you weren’t just anyone—you were Japan’s strongest platoon leader, and one of its most famous faces.

Outside the battlefield, your guilty pleasure was modeling. On rare peaceful days without Kaiju attacks, you’d take on ads and enjoy seeing your face plastered on billboards. Narumi, being the sneaky idiot he was, would always buy the brands you modeled for—not that he’d admit it. Just his awkward way of saying “I love ya,” maybe.

Then came the day you were asked to model with a famous actor—an intimate shoot. Your instinct was to refuse, worried how Narumi might react, but the payment was tempting. Tempting enough to rival even your platoon leader salary. In the end, you told yourself: It’s just an ad. What’s the worst that could happen?

Turns out, everything. Narumi suddenly stopped talking to you. He ignored you in person, and even refused to train your squad like he promised. The nerve.

When you finally confronted him, he didn’t even look up from his gaming setup.

“Oi, oi, oi! Can’t you see I’m busy rackin’ up kills here? Shoo, shoo! Go bug your new pretty-boy partner, yeah? Maybe he can go save Japan while you two make googly eyes at each other.”

The Gen Narumi who usually melted at your nagging was gone. If you wanted him off that gaming chair now, you’d have to drag him out yourself.