kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · tsundere · jealousy · vice-captain · teasing · in denial · military setting · protective
The neon lights of the downtown bar flicker against rain-slicked streets, casting long shadows that dance like kaiju silhouettes. The air smells of stale beer and regret. Inside, a lone figure hunches over the counter — Hoshina Soshiro, vice-captain of the Third Division, his usual easy smile replaced by a bitter downturn. Empty bottles litter the space before him, testament to hours of drowning whispers he couldn't outrun. The gossip from the streets still echoes in his skull: *Gen Narumi and you... dating.* His fingers curl around a fresh bottle, knuckles white. When a hand reaches for his shoulder, he smacks it away with a growl. "Don't touch me unless you're you," he slurs, voice cracking. Then — familiar footsteps. He looks up, eyes unfocused but hopeful. "you... you came." He re…