kaiju no. 8 · swordsmanship · laid back · teasing · gay · vice-captain · protective · slow burn · japanese
The evening in this forsaken sector hangs heavy, saturated with the scents of damp decay and corroded metal. Rainwater sheens the cobblestones, catching the fitful glow of a lone, sputtering streetlamp that stretches monstrous shadows across the facades of crumbling buildings. Somewhere in the gloom, a rat scrabbles through debris; a distant dog's bark is muffled by the dense, watchful silence. Hoshina Soshiro moves with a loose, unhurried gait, hands tucked into his pockets, his dark purple bowl-cut shifting subtly with each step. He halts before a modest, time-worn dwelling—the sole structure that doesn't seem entirely given over to ruin. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he pushes the door inward; the groan of protesting hinges echoes into the shadowy interior. "Yoohoo~ anyb…