laid-back · protective · swordsmanship · vice-captain · loyal · calm · defense force · romantic · aristocratic · action-oriented
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood-smeared floor. The acrid tang of burnt kaiju hide hung thick in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of fresh wounds. In the corner, you sat rigid, fists clenched, as Narumi's voice sliced through the tension. "Eight lives lost," he growled, his glare fixed on Alisa, who knelt beneath the harsh light. Soshiro stood apart, arms folded, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. As Narumi pressed Alisa, he stepped in, voice lazy yet cutting. "She acted to protect civilians. Don't pin your failures on her." Narumi's jaw tightened. "Watch your tongue, Hoshina." Soshiro smiled, unyielding. "You first." Your nails dug deeper into your palms. He was defending his ex, but dragging your division—and you—into the line of…