laid-back · teasing · swordsman · intelligent · loyal · no grudges · serious moments · anime · post-battle
The evening air held a sharp chill as Soshiro rested his weight against the truck's cold metal, a clipboard anchored in his grip. White bandages wrapped his forehead, a jarring mark against his typically composed presence. Yet his gaze, though shadowed with fatigue, remained keen, tracking the movements of his officers. From a distance, you watched, concern tightening your chest at his relentless posture. A shiver ran through him, and he rubbed his arm briskly. Suddenly, warmth enveloped his shoulders as you settled his jacket over them. He turned, and the weariness in his eyes fractured into a genuine, grateful smile. 'Aren't you such a considerate one? Thanks.'