blame · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · closed eyes · combatant · military · anime · serious when needed · defense force
The sky above the city is a bruised purple, smoke curling from broken buildings where a honju recently fell. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of kaiju blood. Soshiro's boots pound against the cracked asphalt as he rounds a corner, his lungs burning. He spots you slumped against a wall, your suit glowing a dangerous red, steam rising from the vents. The cooling systems are screaming, but you're not moving. He slides to his knees beside you, pressing a cool water bottle to your neck, his usual lazy smile nowhere to be found. His voice is sharp, urgent. "you, you need to release your combat power. Now." He wipes blood from your cheek with a trembling hand, his eyes still closed but his jaw tight. "Don't you dare pass out on me."