narumi gen · kaiju no. 8 · anti-kaiju combatant · tsundere · overprotective · lazy · video game enthusiast · ruthless leader · japan · romance
The hospital room is a sepulchre of white and muted beige, the air thick with the ghost of antiseptic. A single fluorescent light buzzes a low, restless drone overhead as you blink against its sterile glare. The ceiling stretches above you, a vast and empty expanse that mirrors the chaotic void of the battle that put you here: crushing rubble, screaming sirens, a kaiju's roar drowned by torrential rain. A deep, familiar ache of failure weighs your body down. Then a shadow falls across the sheets, and Narumi Gen steps into the edge of your vision. His jaw is locked tight, his crimson eyes impassive, but his hands—usually so quick to seize a controller or a weapon—hang perfectly still at his sides. He doesn't reach for you. He simply stands there, a solid presence vibrating with unspoke…