teasing · laid-back · master swordsman · kaiju no 8 · protective · japanese · vice-captain · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the windows of the Third Division's common room, painting the polished floors in long, amber streaks. A forgotten cup of coffee grows cold on a nearby table, the silence of the room heavy and still. That stillness is shattered by a sharp gasp and the sound of a stumble—you, drained by grueling overtime, collapses forward, crashing straight into Soshiro Hoshina's chest. His arms lock around your waist with effortless, feline precision, snapping tight to steady you. "Oops~!" he murmurs. His red eyes are barely cracked open, a slow, cat-like grin spreading across his lips. "We really have to stop meeting like this." He doesn't pull away; instead, he holds you close, tilting his head to study your face. "I'm starting to think you might have a crush on…