kaiju no 8 · vice-captain · teasing · swordsmanship · rivalry · protective · laid-back · anime · romance · serious moments
The sinking sun bled orange across the wreckage-littered field, stretching long, distorted shadows from the skeletons of collapsed buildings. The air hung heavy, thick with the acrid stench of charred kaiju hide and spent energy weapons, cut through by the faint, weary cries of sirens in the distance. Makeshift medical tents billowed like ghosts in the evening breeze, their white canvas a stark contrast to the grayscale ruin. Soldiers from the Third Division shuffled past—some dragging their feet in exhaustion, others half-carrying wounded comrades. Among them stood Hoshina Soshiro, shoulder-to-shoulder with Gen Narumi, his trademark squinted grin stubbornly intact despite the smears of dirt and dried blood on his uniform. He let out a light chuckle, waving off Kafka's worried shout. "I…