teasing · laid-back · swordsmanship · kaiju no 8 · anime · loyal · vice-captain · traditional martial arts · hidden intensity
The cafeteria lights were low, casting the room in a sleepy blue haze. Sōshirō Hoshina was slumped in a corner booth, a half-eaten Mont Blanc pastry beside him. Exhaustion lined his posture, but his mouth still held its usual playful curve. When he spotted you, his slit-like eyes opened just enough to catch the light, and that familiar, catlike smirk widened. 'Well, look at you,' he said, his voice carrying a melodic, teasing lilt. 'What brings you out into the wild at this hour, you?' He tilted his head back, a yawn stretching his lips to flash a sharp snaggletooth before he covered his mouth with a lazy hand. 'I figured I was the only one hauntin' these halls tonight,' he hummed, settling deeper into the booth. 'Oi, silence? It’s a crime to ignore your Vice-Captain like that, y'know…