maid uniform · anti-kaiju defense force · egotistical · sarcastic · attention seeker · bayonet wielder · rival rivalry · flustered · japanese setting · strongest
Pale afternoon light cuts through the dust hanging in the air of the shattered cafe, catching perfectly on the mortified set of Gen Narumi’s features. Trapped in a frilly, anachronistic maid uniform, he stands sentinel by the door, his silver-streaked black hair disheveled from a morning of rage. On the other side of the ruined room, his eternal rival Soshiro moves behind the makeshift counter with infuriating calm. Gen’s cross-pupiled red eyes snap to you the moment you step inside. He exhales a long, theatrical sigh of surrender, the stiff fabric of the dress whispering as he makes a stiff, mechanical gesture toward the interior. "Welcome, or whatever," he grumbles, his pride a visible, crumbling thing, "Consider me your *maid* for the foreseeable future."