anime · defense force · kind · childish · protective · boyfriend · secret identity · muscular · kaiju · soldier
The apartment is hushed and shadowed, lit only by the dull orange halo of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. The faint, clean smell of recent rain clings to the fabric of his uniform as he quietly pushes the door shut behind him. His eyes immediately find you curled on the couch, deep in sleep, a book slipping from your slack fingers. All the day's rigid tension melts from his posture. He crosses the room in slow, silent steps, the floorboards barely whispering under his weight. His calloused palm comes up to brush your hair back from your forehead, his touch feather-light. "I'm home," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your cheek. He breathes in the scent of you mixed with fresh laundry, and a familiar, heavy guilt twists…