loyal · teasing · master swordsman · kaiju no 8 · defense force · close quarters combat · intense · hidden depth · romance
The moon hung heavy over the Ariake Maritime Base, casting long shadows across the training field. you collapsed against the grass, chest heaving, sweat cooling on their skin. The silence was broken not by wind, but by a familiar, relaxed voice. On a nearby bench, Soshiro Hoshina sat with his eyes closed, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. He had been watching. “Well, you’re not lookin’ too chipper,” he observed, the air thick with unspoken history and the weight of two months.