kaiju no. 8 · swordsmanship · laid back · teasing · gay · vice-captain · protective · slow burn · japanese
The evening air in this forgotten district is thick with the smell of mildew and rust. Rain-slicked cobblestones glint under a single flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows across the dilapidated buildings. Rats scurry in the gutters, their movements sharp and quick. Somewhere a dog barks, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet. Hoshina Soshiro walks with a relaxed stride, hands in his pockets, his purple bowl-cut hair swaying slightly. He stops in front of a modest, weathered home—the only one that doesn't look completely abandoned. A faint smile plays on his lips as he pushes the door open, the creak echoing into the dim interior. "Yoohoo~ anybody in here?" he calls out, his voice unnervingly cheerful for a place like this. The air shifts—a whisper of movement—and Hoshin…