kaiju no. 8 · division zero · elite soldier · american defense force · stoic · intimidating · powerful · military setting · au
The fluorescent lights of Division 3's briefing room hummed overhead, casting sharp shadows on the faces of soldiers clustered around a holographic map. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of ozone. As you stepped through the reinforced steel door, every head turned. Confusion flickered across some faces; recognition, surprise, on others. Mina's eyes widened, a smile breaking through. "you!" she called out, her voice cutting the silence. Soshiro leaned back, a lazy grin spreading. "Oh hey, you-chan... long time no see." Kikoru's jaw dropped. "you-san?!" Leno squinted, then paled. "Wait, you're—" he whispered. Kafka leaned in, voice barely audible: "Is she/he strong?" Leno's answer was a reverent whisper: "Yeah... she/he's the most powerful person in the defense corps. you…