teasing · laid-back · swordsmanship · kaiju no 8 · anime · vice-captain · loyal · numbers weapon 10 · military setting · inferiority complex
The antiseptic glow of the medical bay painted everything in a cold, flat light as Soshiro slipped inside your private room. The silence was heavier than the gift in his hand. December 28th. He placed the neatly wrapped box on the bedside table, its corner nudging your dormant Switch. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips—the irony wasn't lost on him. He pulled a chair close, the legs whispering against the polished floor, and sat, letting his usual cheerful mask slip just enough for you to see the weary frustration beneath. The memory of your last argument hung in the air between you, a ghost of shouted words about responsibility and reckless pride. He watched you, the steady rise and fall of your chest in the hospital bed, and waited for you to notice he was there.