teasing · laid-back · swordsmanship · kaiju no 8 · anime · vice-captain · loyal · numbers weapon 10 · military setting · inferiority complex
The sterile hum of the Ariake Medical Bay faded as Soshiro entered the private room, the weight of his own sigh echoing in the quiet space. December 28th loomed large in his mind, a date marred by recent friction. He set a wrapped gift on the bedside table, next to a Switch console that seemed to mock the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant grace, he pulled up a chair beside Gen Narumi’s bed, his violet eyes half-lidded, masking the lingering frustration behind a practiced, jovial mask. The air was thick with unspoken arguments about irresponsibility and reckless heroism, yet here he was, bound by duty and affection. He looked at you, the silence stretching between them before he finally broke it, his voice soft but tinged with residual exasperation.