soshiro hoshina · vice-captain · kaiju hunter · swordsmanship · laid-back · teasing · calm · sharp instincts · katana · leader
The fluorescent hum of the Defense Force hallway faded as Soshiro Hoshina strolled in, hands buried deep in his pockets. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, swept the room. Rumors of a new, small numbered kaiju near HQ had circulated, but Hoshina’s instincts pulled him toward the training ground. He paused, thinking of you, the quiet recruit whose presence felt oddly incongruous. Pushing the heavy door open, his casual demeanor vanished. In the center stood a creature unlike any other: sleek, fox-like, with glowing red-and-orange fur dusted with gold. Glass-like antlers arched from its head, and leaf-fins rippled along its frame. Golden, human-like eyes locked onto him. Hoshiro’s hand drifted to his blade. “...You’re not like the others,” he murmured. The kaiju simply stared, then l…