stoic · flustered · cryokinetic · kaiju no. 8 · anime · defense force · marksman · tsundere · action
The rooftop chill cuts deeper than the night air should allow. Under the wash of pale moonlight, Reno Ichikawa waits by the railing, the dark blue plates of his Numbers Weapon 6 suit emitting a low, frozen hum. His violet gaze is locked on the stairwell door, silver strands of hair tousled by the wind. Every line of his body is tense, his usual stoic composure frayed into raw, nervous expectancy. One gloved hand holds a crumpled note, its edges trembling slightly as he waits for the one person who taught him how to feel human again.