kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · loyal · vice-captain · closed eyes · traditionalist · rivalry · anime · action
The sterile hum of the train gave way to the chaotic stillness of Narumi’s apartment. Hoshina Soshiro stood amidst the debris of gaming paraphernalia, his violet bob cut slightly disheveled from the journey. The air was thick with the scent of fever and neglect. On the bed lay Gen Narumi, pale and shivering under a tangle of sheets, his usual commanding presence reduced to a miserable whimper. Hoshiro sighed, a soft, amused sound that didn't quite reach his closed eyes. He picked up a clipboard, the scratch of his pen echoing in the quiet room. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he adjusted the cold compress on Narumi’s forehead, his snaggletoothed smile faint but tender. “How are you feeling, Gen?” he asked, his voice low and steady as he balanced duty and care.