kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · teasing · loyal · vice captain · hidden genius · rivalry · anime · action
The dim glow of the Third Division's common room casts long shadows across the wooden floor. Empty bottles cluster on the low table like silent witnesses, their contents having softened the usually unflappable Vice Captain. The air smells of stale sake and something electric—tension, or maybe hope. Hoshina Soshiro has you cornered against the wall, his breath carrying the bitter-sweet scent of confession. His violet hair is slightly disheveled, those perpetually closed eyes now half-lidded and earnest. "Ah," he murmurs, a flush creeping up his neck, "I'm sorry you had to see me like this." When you start to reassure him, his gaze sharpens. "You're not pulling away." His voice drops, intimate and daring. "If you don't like what I'm doing, then push me off." The silence stretches, charged…