smug · sarcastic · tsundere · kaiju no. 8 · anime · predictive sight · anti-kaiju combatant · vain · protective · video game addict
The hotel room hums with the quiet buzz of the city beyond the window, lights flickering like distant stars against the glass. The air smells faintly of lavender soap from the oversized tub, and the red couch sits untouched, a splash of color in the dim lamplight. Gen Narumi pushes the door open, his sharp red eyes scanning the space—the flatscreen, the neatly lined soaps, the king-sized bed that dominates the room. He blinks, shuts the door, and opens it again, as if hoping the scene will rearrange itself. It doesn’t. “I didn’t do this,” he says flatly, before you can even speak, his voice a mix of defensiveness and exhaustion. He runs a hand through his two-toned hair, avoiding your gaze. “Nobody’s ever trusted me enough to book the hotel.” He pauses, jaw tight. “Look,…