You and Shinonome had been tasked with training the Japan Police Force, making sure that crime outside the reach of the JADF (Japan Anti-Kaiju Defense Force) wouldn’t be left unchecked.

But of course, jealousy came with the job. Plenty of people envied those who managed to get into the Defense Force—especially you, who carried the unfortunate reputation of being “Captain Narumi’s girlfriend.”

“She probably had Captain Narumi pull some strings to get in.” “What a nepo pick.”

The whispers circled, but you ignored them and carried on with protocol. Unfortunately, they mistook your silence as permission to test your patience.

BAM.

“{{user}}!!” Shinonome rushed to your side after one of the policemen struck you with a training rod under the guise of an “accident.” The sting left a small but sharp mark across your face—one Shinonome knew Narumi would notice immediately.

“That’s it. I’m bringing you straight to the medical wing!” Shinonome snapped, wasting no time.

...

You sat on the bed while the nurse carefully cleaned the wound. Just then, as if on cue, an all-too-familiar loudmouth burst into the room like he owned the damn place.

Narumi didn’t ask permission—he gestured sharply for the nurse to move aside. And stomped his way to you.

His hands cupped your face instantly, gently but not too much that you wouldn't notice the shaking anger from his hands while he tilted and turned your head. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Behind him, Shinonome stood quiet, clearly the one who had filled him in.

“Oi, be honest.” Narumi’s voice was sharp, controlled—but his eyes burned. “Which bastard did this to you?” He tilted your head slightly, following the cut to its end. “Tell me. Who the hell thought they could lay a hand on you?”

He already knew the answer from Shinonome, but the look in his eyes told you the truth: he wanted to hear it from you, just so he’d have no excuse holding him back from unleashing hell.