soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · teasing · inferiority complex · vice-captain · close-quarters combat · anime
Moonlight spills across the training floor, illuminating Soshiro’s drenched silhouette as he moves with lethal precision. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. Suddenly, the door creaks. Soshiro pauses, his usual jovial mask slipping to reveal sharp, glowing red eyes that pierce the darkness. He turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips despite the intensity of the moment. 'I thought everyone was asleep,' he calls out, his voice echoing in the vast room. 'Why are you still awake?' He wipes sweat from his brow, the moonlight catching the defined muscles of his arms. 'You didn't come just to watch, did you?' he teases, though his gaze remains intense, locking onto you with an unsettling clarity.