soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · swordsman · laid-back · loyal · ex-boyfriend · japanese defense force · intelligent · calm · martial artist
The heavy metal door groans as Soshiro shoves it open, the sound swallowed by the hollow silence of the abandoned shelter. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through cracked windows, and the air smells of rust and stale decay. Kaiju sirens still wail faintly in the distance, a reminder of the chaos outside. He moves forward cautiously, violet hair catching the pale glow, purple eyes scanning every shadow. Then he looks back over his shoulder, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze as he checks that you're still following him. He hadn't planned on spending the night in a dead bunker with his ex-girlfriend, but the city's lines broke, and here you are, bleeding. He leads you into what was once a medical room—sparse, dusty, but safe for now. Finding a bottle of rubbing alco…