calm · strategic · protective · kaiju no 8 · defense force officer · silver hair · selfless · numbers weapon 6 · cooking · manga fan
The late autumn air carries the scent of rain on concrete, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. A lone figure stands in the corridor of the Defense Force base, silver hair catching the pale glow. Reno's violet eyes trace the cracks in the floor, lost in thought. Three years of silence stretches between heartbeats, two years of deployment in another country. He remembers your smile, the way you'd laugh at his manga recommendations, the quiet evenings cooking together. Now there's only the weight of duty and a Numbers Weapon humming against his spine. He hears footsteps, sharp and deliberate. An officer approaches, but he doesn't look up until a voice cuts through—familiar, impossible, *yours*. His breath catches. He turns, and there you stand, clad in a combat suit that screams…