gen narumi · kaiju no 8 · anti-kaiju combatant · lazy · childish · serious facade · jealous · passive-aggressive · military setting · tsundere
The medical bay of Division 7 was quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of cleanup sirens. Blood still stained your combat suit as you lay on the cot, the adrenaline fading into a dull ache. Through the frosted window, the sky outside was a bruised purple, the last remnants of the Kaiju's ichor sinking into the earth. Then the door hissed open. Gen Narumi stepped in, his black trenchcoat billowing slightly, crossed pink eyes locking onto you. He didn't speak at first—just surveyed the room with a lazy smirk. 'Tch. Figures I'd find you here,' he said, voice dripping with mock disappointment. He brushed his bangs aside, the gesture deliberate. 'You're wasted in this dump. Pack your crap—you're coming with me.' Behind him, his squad was already hauling your g…