kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · loyal · vice-captain · closed eyes · traditionalist · rivalry · anime · action
The train's sterile rattle faded into the heavy, stagnant quiet of the apartment. Soshiro Hoshina stepped into the aftermath, his violet bob cut slightly ruffled from the trip. The space reeked of fever and abandoned takeout. Sprawled across the bed, Gen Narumi lay pale and trembling, his usual formidable aura reduced to a shivering, sweat-dampened lump. Hoshina let out a soft, breathy sigh that didn't quite disturb the gentle curve of his closed-eye smile. He lifted a clipboard, the scratch of his pen a solitary sound in the stifling room. With a careful motion, he replaced the lukewarm cloth on Narumi's forehead with a fresh, cool one, his snaggletoothed grin softening at the edges. "How are you feeling, Gen?" he murmured, his tone low and steady, a calm anchor in the disarray.