Chocolate Fic for kanarazu
To: kanarazu
From: cupid_johnny
Title: Super!
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao
Rating: G
Summary: Jun lost control; Mao would help him relearn it. (Smallville-ish AU?)
A/N: Superman!Jun and Lois!Mao from the Smallville AU (but you could read this stuff without any prior knowledge of the series.) There may be some character inconsistencies due to the fusion. I apologize for any confusion this may bring.
Dear kanarazu, Happy White Day! You wrote Smallville Clois fics and it inspired me to do this short stuff. I know that this isn’t what you were probably expecting and that this whole thing couldn’t compare to your greatness but I still hope you would appreciate this.
Jun never had any problems managing his powers. Growing up from a small town with a small barn, practicing till he drops (which almost never happened), he perfected the skills that he acquired over time. He moved to Tokyo, got himself a job as a newspaper writer and was now behind one of the swiftest articles in the country.
That was until he lost control and had to learn them all over again.
~
Super Strength
It started simple enough.
The doorknob he turned got removed from its door, the floor tile suddenly had a crack when he stepped on it, and then his desk drawer handles got hand-shaped dents on it right after he held them. Still he soldiered on, trying to fix or cover up whatever he crushed in his workplace, The Daily Arashi.
The one thing he just couldn’t cover up was when he was riding the elevator with Inoue Mao, the top news writer in their company.
She was driven and was ahead of any possible news source. Mao, as a result of this passion, got into a lot of dangerous situations that would’ve been impossible to get out of alive if not for him.
This information, of course, was unbeknown to her.
So Jun knew that the moment he asked for her floor and literally drilled the elevator button with his finger while she was there, he was done for.
“Is there something you need to tell me, Matsumoto-san?” Mao asked, her eyes never leaving the panel of elevator buttons.
And so Jun, knowing that he couldn’t undo this, asked her to meet him after their job and spilled everything.
Matsumoto Jun’s life, as he knew it, would probably end.
~
Surprisingly, it didn’t end yet.
Mao was tight-lipped about his secret, and just when he thought that the whole military would come banging on his apartment’s door, in front of him was the lady himself who vowed to help him regain his control over one condition.
She would write 80% of his scoops, under her name.
Jun, having no other choice (and seeing that this was better than his previous nightmare), agreed.
~
Super Speed
Since his barn wasn’t his anymore, Mao’s father (who was a high-ranking officer in the military) was kind enough to lend them a super-secret facility where he could practice.
“Okay, Matsumoto-san,” Mao, now donned in a white tank top and military-standard pants, said. “What else can you do aside from having incredible, monstrous strength?”
“I move pretty fast,” Jun said confidently.
“Then how about you get me something from a flower shop?”
“A flower shop?” Jun raised his eyebrow.
“Come on, humor me. A rose from the flower shop near the supermarket in 3 minutes?”
“You’re underestimating me,” Jun replied, although he knew that an ordinary person would take 30 minutes by transportation. “And what would I get in return?”
Mao glared at him.
“It would motivate me to get the flower faster,” he reasoned.
“How about I treat you to a restaurant of your choice?” Mao offered. “Would that be enough of a motivation?”
“Alright.” Jun flexed his arms. “Be back in a-”
Mao blinked.
“-few.” Jun was now holding a bouquet of red roses and handed them to Mao.
“You really weren’t kidding when you said that I was underestimating you,” Mao said in astonishment.
Jun smirked. “About that restaurant, there’s an exquisite Italian restaurant just above the…”
~
Super Hearing
Weeks passed and Jun was starting to get the hang of his powers.
He was starting to get used to Mao’s presence, too. Her constant demands, her determination to get him back into shape and her encouragements were a nice change from when he was practicing alone.
It also helped that Mao was charming when he wasn't her enemy. She'd bring her to the restaurants she promised him, talking and listening to him in equal parts, and even praised him that he was actually a kind and decent man. The praise he got gave him butterflies in the stomach that he couldn't explain.
He was still analyzing his thoughts when he heard a voice.
“No, I don’t have a new hobby. You know how I don’t have one.” Jun heard Mao’s voice, but he couldn’t see her anywhere in the vicinity.
“But you haven’t showed yourself here in a while.” A familiar voice was on the other side of the line - Jun realized that Mao was talking on the phone and that their conversation was private, but he could not turn it off.
“Is it a guy?” the voice teased.
“No! Shun-kun, it’s not!” Mao said to Shun-kun. Jun suddenly put the voice and the face together - Oguri Shun from the photography section.
“The more you deny, the more suspicious you sound!” the man accused. “Is he handsome? Does he have broad shoulders? Does he remove his shirt grabbing the hem from the back like you always wanted?”
“Yes, yes, and no - I don’t think so. I haven’t seen him remove his shirt.”
“See? It’s a guy!”
“Yes, he’s a guy. A friend who needs help.”
“But you like him?”
“That’s…maybe. A little.”
And then Jun’s sense of hearing intensified so that everything suddenly became painful to the point of him passing out.
“Are you okay?” Mao asked him when he came to.
And then he remembered the conversation that he didn’t mean to eavesdrop on and suddenly blushed.
“I’d be fine.” Smiling as he reminisced Mao’s voice, admitting to himself that maybe, he likes her a little too.
~
Kryptonite
Deadlines were a writer’s worst enemy and now Mao was battling it.
Mao was working while she plopped on the floor, typing madly on her laptop, and frowning every now and then, as he was weightlifting a truck. Seeing her like this made Jun realize how important this job was to her and how every seemingly foolish act that she took before in order to follow a story wasn’t so foolish anymore. The articles that get published were always excellent, but witnessing how she worked behind-the-scenes made them all the more precious.
And then she smiled like she just had a Eureka moment, and a few minutes after she faced him and beamed at him which ultimately made his heart skip.
He didn’t even doubt what he was feeling at that point, despite feeling it strongly for the first time.
He was falling.
~
Underwater Breathing
They were in the pool, having a contest on who could hold their breath longer underwater.
Despite being from a swim club, Mao lost every time. But what Jun didn't expect was how openly frustrated she was compared to how she formally presented her disagreements at work. She kept on asking for a rematch.
Jun found that trait adorable and despite himself, he was happy that she allowed him to see this part of her.
“Come on, Matsumoto-san!” Mao shouted. “I was this close to winning! One more round!”
“In 3, 2, 1,” they counted together till they submerged together.
Underwater, Jun subconsciously started to think about Mao again, wondering what else she's going to reveal during their time together. Maybe she's going to be willing to taste one of his pastas? Maybe she'd allow him to let their hugs linger for a little longer when he nailed a particular program? Maybe she'd wear a proper swimsuit instead of a short and t-shirt that she was currently donning?
He shook his head out of his thoughts and resurfaced when he remembered that he was currently having a contest with Mao.
“Inoue-san, you won.” Jun tapped her shoulder when he realized that she wasn't moving. “Inoue-san?”
And then he flipped her and found her unconscious.
“Idiot,” he whispered. “Hang in there.”
He was on the side of the pool in a split-second, prepared to give her a CPR when he realized that he might crush her ribs if he didn't tread carefully.
He was already mapping the way to the hospital in his mind while getting a towel to cover her when she coughed and woke up.
Jun dropped everything he was holding and ran toward Mao when she came to.
Jun didn't think of any consequences and just hugged Mao.
“Idiot,” Jun whispered as he held Mao in his arms. “You could've died there.”
“Sorry,” she said weakly. “You saved me. Thank you.”
Jun brushed Mao's hair away from her face when he replied. “Always.”
~
X-ray Vision and Heat Vision
They were sitting side-by-side and Jun was hyperaware of the fact that she was beside him, almost breathing near his neck when his eyes acted up and then instead of the normal layout of the facility, he saw the pipe-linings like a blueprint.
And then when he turned his eyes on Mao, she saw her skeleton and then gradually, gradually it turned to white, smooth skin-
“Earth to Matsumoto-san.” She waved her hand in front of him and all he could see was how naked she was in his eyes, every curve and beauty marks that covered her body all there for him to see. When he realized that he was actually staring, he averted his eyes, willing the image away that was unconsciously making him…excited.
Her hand touched his forehead then his neck, innocently checking his temperature without her knowing that every touch left goose bumps in its wake.
“You don’t have a fever.” And then she dropped her raised hand, almost touching his thigh. “Are you not feeling well?”
At that point, he dashed out of the facility, and the moment he stepped out of it, his eyes beamed with heat flares, leaving a trail of burned grass as his eyes traveled. When the heat was gone, and he calmed himself down a bit, he heard her exclaim.
“Well, you got a little hot out there.”
Jun muttered under his breath. “You have no idea.”
~
Super Memory
As much as practicing how to wield his powers again were important, so was his job. And Mao, having helped him, didn’t make the number of articles like she used to either - causing their bosses to fix it by giving them a special task.
So for the first time, Mao allowed him to accompany her to a particular dangerous scoop.
And dangerous it was: They were chasing a story about a known pharmaceutical giant experimenting on drugs that provided people some supernatural ability and was using it for profit. In an effort to snatch some evidence, Mao infiltrated the building with ease using fake IDs while Jun was on standby. She managed to get to the room where most of the confidential files were and managed to download a copy of it with Jun helping her with the password and the general navigation of the place when he heard people demanding her to show her ID. They immediately learned that it was faked and then she was taken some place else.
Jun entered the laboratory with brute force, knocking people out who rushed to him before they knew what hit them. He finally arrived at the place where Mao was and discovered that she was trapped from behind a sturdy metal door.
He broke in, ripping the metal door and promptly scooped Mao in his arms before escaping the room.
“You saved me again,” Mao said as she was being carried by Jun.
Jun thought silently that she’s the one saving him instead.
~
Flight
“Have you ever thought of flying?”
He never tried, but true enough one day, he just noticed himself floating when she kissed his cheek when they won the Best News Article of the Year with their collaboration.
It didn’t go as smoothly as the other ones before considering that he wasn’t re-learning it. Flying was a whole new territory and it was making him frustrated more than ever.
When Mao made a remark that he should fly with her when he mastered the said superpower, Jun doubled his efforts and training time, perfecting the said skill faster than he did most of his skills.
Although they didn’t get really far when they finally flew due to her fear of high places, Jun still believed that the view above Tokyo while Mao was in his arms had been worth all the trouble.
~
Multi-lingual and Invulnerability
“Вы мне нравитесь,” Jun said to her when she woke up.
“What does that mean?”
Jun didn’t answer, only saying ‘I like you’ in 24 other languages.
“I only speak Japanese,” Mao said.
Jun took a deep breath, yet he still couldn’t find the courage to say it.
“Just tell me that you like me already,” Mao said in a soft voice.
“What?”
“I said, tell me that you like me already. You like me, don’t you? You wouldn’t follow me in the shadows and save me a thousand times now if you don’t,” she blabbed, although she turned pink from her own statement.
“I do like you,” Jun answered. “You workaholic, extremely competitive, almost suicidal beautiful woman. I really, really like you.”
Jun closed the distance between them and then slowly, as their lips would finally meet, Mao realized something else.
“Did you just call me workaholic and suicidal?” Mao took a step back.
“I also called you beautiful.”
“So you did call me that!” Mao tried punching Jun and he caught her wrist, but as a person who hated losing, Mao didn’t give up and made a roundhouse kick that was aimed at Jun’s face.
Which unfortunately resulted in her bending on the ground in pain.
“This would probably need at least two weeks to heal,” he said.
“This is all your fault.”
Jun looked like he was about to complain when she screamed in pain, cursing him for having a body of steel.
“You should take responsibility for this.” Mao pouted.
Jun chuckled, resigning to his welcomed fate as he princess-carried Mao and stole a kiss on her forehead.
“That’s what I was planning to.”
From: cupid_johnny
Title: Super!
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao
Rating: G
Summary: Jun lost control; Mao would help him relearn it. (Smallville-ish AU?)
A/N: Superman!Jun and Lois!Mao from the Smallville AU (but you could read this stuff without any prior knowledge of the series.) There may be some character inconsistencies due to the fusion. I apologize for any confusion this may bring.
Dear kanarazu, Happy White Day! You wrote Smallville Clois fics and it inspired me to do this short stuff. I know that this isn’t what you were probably expecting and that this whole thing couldn’t compare to your greatness but I still hope you would appreciate this.
Jun never had any problems managing his powers. Growing up from a small town with a small barn, practicing till he drops (which almost never happened), he perfected the skills that he acquired over time. He moved to Tokyo, got himself a job as a newspaper writer and was now behind one of the swiftest articles in the country.
That was until he lost control and had to learn them all over again.
~
Super Strength
It started simple enough.
The doorknob he turned got removed from its door, the floor tile suddenly had a crack when he stepped on it, and then his desk drawer handles got hand-shaped dents on it right after he held them. Still he soldiered on, trying to fix or cover up whatever he crushed in his workplace, The Daily Arashi.
The one thing he just couldn’t cover up was when he was riding the elevator with Inoue Mao, the top news writer in their company.
She was driven and was ahead of any possible news source. Mao, as a result of this passion, got into a lot of dangerous situations that would’ve been impossible to get out of alive if not for him.
This information, of course, was unbeknown to her.
So Jun knew that the moment he asked for her floor and literally drilled the elevator button with his finger while she was there, he was done for.
“Is there something you need to tell me, Matsumoto-san?” Mao asked, her eyes never leaving the panel of elevator buttons.
And so Jun, knowing that he couldn’t undo this, asked her to meet him after their job and spilled everything.
Matsumoto Jun’s life, as he knew it, would probably end.
~
Surprisingly, it didn’t end yet.
Mao was tight-lipped about his secret, and just when he thought that the whole military would come banging on his apartment’s door, in front of him was the lady himself who vowed to help him regain his control over one condition.
She would write 80% of his scoops, under her name.
Jun, having no other choice (and seeing that this was better than his previous nightmare), agreed.
~
Super Speed
Since his barn wasn’t his anymore, Mao’s father (who was a high-ranking officer in the military) was kind enough to lend them a super-secret facility where he could practice.
“Okay, Matsumoto-san,” Mao, now donned in a white tank top and military-standard pants, said. “What else can you do aside from having incredible, monstrous strength?”
“I move pretty fast,” Jun said confidently.
“Then how about you get me something from a flower shop?”
“A flower shop?” Jun raised his eyebrow.
“Come on, humor me. A rose from the flower shop near the supermarket in 3 minutes?”
“You’re underestimating me,” Jun replied, although he knew that an ordinary person would take 30 minutes by transportation. “And what would I get in return?”
Mao glared at him.
“It would motivate me to get the flower faster,” he reasoned.
“How about I treat you to a restaurant of your choice?” Mao offered. “Would that be enough of a motivation?”
“Alright.” Jun flexed his arms. “Be back in a-”
Mao blinked.
“-few.” Jun was now holding a bouquet of red roses and handed them to Mao.
“You really weren’t kidding when you said that I was underestimating you,” Mao said in astonishment.
Jun smirked. “About that restaurant, there’s an exquisite Italian restaurant just above the…”
~
Super Hearing
Weeks passed and Jun was starting to get the hang of his powers.
He was starting to get used to Mao’s presence, too. Her constant demands, her determination to get him back into shape and her encouragements were a nice change from when he was practicing alone.
It also helped that Mao was charming when he wasn't her enemy. She'd bring her to the restaurants she promised him, talking and listening to him in equal parts, and even praised him that he was actually a kind and decent man. The praise he got gave him butterflies in the stomach that he couldn't explain.
He was still analyzing his thoughts when he heard a voice.
“No, I don’t have a new hobby. You know how I don’t have one.” Jun heard Mao’s voice, but he couldn’t see her anywhere in the vicinity.
“But you haven’t showed yourself here in a while.” A familiar voice was on the other side of the line - Jun realized that Mao was talking on the phone and that their conversation was private, but he could not turn it off.
“Is it a guy?” the voice teased.
“No! Shun-kun, it’s not!” Mao said to Shun-kun. Jun suddenly put the voice and the face together - Oguri Shun from the photography section.
“The more you deny, the more suspicious you sound!” the man accused. “Is he handsome? Does he have broad shoulders? Does he remove his shirt grabbing the hem from the back like you always wanted?”
“Yes, yes, and no - I don’t think so. I haven’t seen him remove his shirt.”
“See? It’s a guy!”
“Yes, he’s a guy. A friend who needs help.”
“But you like him?”
“That’s…maybe. A little.”
And then Jun’s sense of hearing intensified so that everything suddenly became painful to the point of him passing out.
“Are you okay?” Mao asked him when he came to.
And then he remembered the conversation that he didn’t mean to eavesdrop on and suddenly blushed.
“I’d be fine.” Smiling as he reminisced Mao’s voice, admitting to himself that maybe, he likes her a little too.
~
Kryptonite
Deadlines were a writer’s worst enemy and now Mao was battling it.
Mao was working while she plopped on the floor, typing madly on her laptop, and frowning every now and then, as he was weightlifting a truck. Seeing her like this made Jun realize how important this job was to her and how every seemingly foolish act that she took before in order to follow a story wasn’t so foolish anymore. The articles that get published were always excellent, but witnessing how she worked behind-the-scenes made them all the more precious.
And then she smiled like she just had a Eureka moment, and a few minutes after she faced him and beamed at him which ultimately made his heart skip.
He didn’t even doubt what he was feeling at that point, despite feeling it strongly for the first time.
He was falling.
~
Underwater Breathing
They were in the pool, having a contest on who could hold their breath longer underwater.
Despite being from a swim club, Mao lost every time. But what Jun didn't expect was how openly frustrated she was compared to how she formally presented her disagreements at work. She kept on asking for a rematch.
Jun found that trait adorable and despite himself, he was happy that she allowed him to see this part of her.
“Come on, Matsumoto-san!” Mao shouted. “I was this close to winning! One more round!”
“In 3, 2, 1,” they counted together till they submerged together.
Underwater, Jun subconsciously started to think about Mao again, wondering what else she's going to reveal during their time together. Maybe she's going to be willing to taste one of his pastas? Maybe she'd allow him to let their hugs linger for a little longer when he nailed a particular program? Maybe she'd wear a proper swimsuit instead of a short and t-shirt that she was currently donning?
He shook his head out of his thoughts and resurfaced when he remembered that he was currently having a contest with Mao.
“Inoue-san, you won.” Jun tapped her shoulder when he realized that she wasn't moving. “Inoue-san?”
And then he flipped her and found her unconscious.
“Idiot,” he whispered. “Hang in there.”
He was on the side of the pool in a split-second, prepared to give her a CPR when he realized that he might crush her ribs if he didn't tread carefully.
He was already mapping the way to the hospital in his mind while getting a towel to cover her when she coughed and woke up.
Jun dropped everything he was holding and ran toward Mao when she came to.
Jun didn't think of any consequences and just hugged Mao.
“Idiot,” Jun whispered as he held Mao in his arms. “You could've died there.”
“Sorry,” she said weakly. “You saved me. Thank you.”
Jun brushed Mao's hair away from her face when he replied. “Always.”
~
X-ray Vision and Heat Vision
They were sitting side-by-side and Jun was hyperaware of the fact that she was beside him, almost breathing near his neck when his eyes acted up and then instead of the normal layout of the facility, he saw the pipe-linings like a blueprint.
And then when he turned his eyes on Mao, she saw her skeleton and then gradually, gradually it turned to white, smooth skin-
“Earth to Matsumoto-san.” She waved her hand in front of him and all he could see was how naked she was in his eyes, every curve and beauty marks that covered her body all there for him to see. When he realized that he was actually staring, he averted his eyes, willing the image away that was unconsciously making him…excited.
Her hand touched his forehead then his neck, innocently checking his temperature without her knowing that every touch left goose bumps in its wake.
“You don’t have a fever.” And then she dropped her raised hand, almost touching his thigh. “Are you not feeling well?”
At that point, he dashed out of the facility, and the moment he stepped out of it, his eyes beamed with heat flares, leaving a trail of burned grass as his eyes traveled. When the heat was gone, and he calmed himself down a bit, he heard her exclaim.
“Well, you got a little hot out there.”
Jun muttered under his breath. “You have no idea.”
~
Super Memory
As much as practicing how to wield his powers again were important, so was his job. And Mao, having helped him, didn’t make the number of articles like she used to either - causing their bosses to fix it by giving them a special task.
So for the first time, Mao allowed him to accompany her to a particular dangerous scoop.
And dangerous it was: They were chasing a story about a known pharmaceutical giant experimenting on drugs that provided people some supernatural ability and was using it for profit. In an effort to snatch some evidence, Mao infiltrated the building with ease using fake IDs while Jun was on standby. She managed to get to the room where most of the confidential files were and managed to download a copy of it with Jun helping her with the password and the general navigation of the place when he heard people demanding her to show her ID. They immediately learned that it was faked and then she was taken some place else.
Jun entered the laboratory with brute force, knocking people out who rushed to him before they knew what hit them. He finally arrived at the place where Mao was and discovered that she was trapped from behind a sturdy metal door.
He broke in, ripping the metal door and promptly scooped Mao in his arms before escaping the room.
“You saved me again,” Mao said as she was being carried by Jun.
Jun thought silently that she’s the one saving him instead.
~
Flight
“Have you ever thought of flying?”
He never tried, but true enough one day, he just noticed himself floating when she kissed his cheek when they won the Best News Article of the Year with their collaboration.
It didn’t go as smoothly as the other ones before considering that he wasn’t re-learning it. Flying was a whole new territory and it was making him frustrated more than ever.
When Mao made a remark that he should fly with her when he mastered the said superpower, Jun doubled his efforts and training time, perfecting the said skill faster than he did most of his skills.
Although they didn’t get really far when they finally flew due to her fear of high places, Jun still believed that the view above Tokyo while Mao was in his arms had been worth all the trouble.
~
Multi-lingual and Invulnerability
“Вы мне нравитесь,” Jun said to her when she woke up.
“What does that mean?”
Jun didn’t answer, only saying ‘I like you’ in 24 other languages.
“I only speak Japanese,” Mao said.
Jun took a deep breath, yet he still couldn’t find the courage to say it.
“Just tell me that you like me already,” Mao said in a soft voice.
“What?”
“I said, tell me that you like me already. You like me, don’t you? You wouldn’t follow me in the shadows and save me a thousand times now if you don’t,” she blabbed, although she turned pink from her own statement.
“I do like you,” Jun answered. “You workaholic, extremely competitive, almost suicidal beautiful woman. I really, really like you.”
Jun closed the distance between them and then slowly, as their lips would finally meet, Mao realized something else.
“Did you just call me workaholic and suicidal?” Mao took a step back.
“I also called you beautiful.”
“So you did call me that!” Mao tried punching Jun and he caught her wrist, but as a person who hated losing, Mao didn’t give up and made a roundhouse kick that was aimed at Jun’s face.
Which unfortunately resulted in her bending on the ground in pain.
“This would probably need at least two weeks to heal,” he said.
“This is all your fault.”
Jun looked like he was about to complain when she screamed in pain, cursing him for having a body of steel.
“You should take responsibility for this.” Mao pouted.
Jun chuckled, resigning to his welcomed fate as he princess-carried Mao and stole a kiss on her forehead.
“That’s what I was planning to.”