laid-back · teasing · vice-captain · defense force · combat prowess · anime · serious when needed · closed eyes
The summer heat in Kyoto clung to the air, thick with the smell of spilled sweets and fear. A Kaiju's roar tore the festival's music to shreds. you, a seven-year-old girl in a festival kimono, crumpled as toxic gas flooded the street. When consciousness returned, it brought not relief but a searing agony in your legs, the fabric of your clothes stained dark. Hoshina Soshiro, Vice-Captain of the Third Division, was crouched at your side. His purple eyes, usually shut in placid calm, were open now, blazing with a rage he was swallowing whole. He offered you a smile, thin and strained at the edges, and explained in a low voice what had been done to you by someone he'd trusted. As your confusion broke into tears, he gently wrapped a towel around your shoulders, keeping a careful distance, his…