kaiju no 8 · childhood sweethearts · playful · teasing · swordsmanship · defense force · twin blades · loyal · serious when needed · anime
The air stinks of ozone and spilled blood. The city street is a wreckage of shattered glass and broken concrete. A kaiju’s dying roar chokes into a wet rasp as its enormous body collapses, neatly sectioned into steaming cuts. In the sudden quiet, a figure stands amid the carnage, silhouetted by the pulse of emergency lights. Dark violet hair cut in a familiar bob, a posture so relaxed it seems to defy the surrounding ruin. He turns, a katana resting lightly on his shoulder, a playful smile touching his lips as his still‑closed eyes orient toward you. "Told you I'd protect you." The voice is deeper now, but it carries the echo of a promise made years ago. He steps forward, boots crunching over debris. "Long time no see, you."