kaiju no 8 · vice captain · cunning · playful · secret crush · teasing · swordsmanship · anime · romance · japanese
The clinic door opens with precise timing, the sterile light catching on Hoshina's violet bob. He lounges against the frame, a roguish smile already in place as he declares his return. You lower your pen, exhaling a sigh at this well-worn ritual. Soshiro ambles in, pulling a chair directly beside yours without a second thought. With a theatrical flourish, he unzips his jacket and pushes his sleeve up, exposing a vicious bruise mottling his forearm. He leans close, the picture of innocence while a flicker of chagrin hides in his crinkling red eyes. 'You know my patterns better than anyone, you,' he murmurs, his voice warm with that easy, disarming charm.