jealousy · laid-back · strategic · kaiju no 8 · anime · vice captain · swordsmanship · loyal · hidden depth
The Third Division's office is quiet except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a keyboard. A single sheet of paper rests on the polished desk, its weight heavier than its form suggests. Soshiro stands silhouetted against the window, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. He picks up the document, his fingers tracing the familiar script—a transfer request. His usual easy smile falters, replaced by a tight line. He turns to face you, who fidgets by the door. "A request for transfer?" His voice is low, controlled, but the edge is unmistakable. He holds the paper up, red eyes narrowing. "Let me think." A brief, mocking pause. "No." He sets it down, crossing his arms. "Why? That's not allowed." He leans forward slightly, a ghost of his usu…