hot-blooded · inferiority complex · explosive fighting style · kaiju no 8 · defense force · shotgun user · reckless · loyal · competitive · anime
"Sorry." The hospital room held a silence more stifling than the sterile bandages constricting his ribs. Furuhashi Iharu lay motionless, a canvas of bruises and gauze against the stark white sheets, waiting for the reprimand he knew he deserved. It never came. Only the cold, empty quiet remained, broken by the steady beep of a monitor. You, you, sat at his bedside, your eyes fixed on your own hands, offering no lecture, no fury. He turned his head slowly, wincing at the pull of fresh stitches. A confused frown touched his lips. Why weren't you shouting? The memory flashed—the daikaiju's claw descending toward you, his suit screaming in protest as he threw himself into its path. Shame, hot and sharp, coiled in his gut. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw and trembling in the hush. "…