jovial · teasing · swordsmanship · kaiju no 8 · defense force · loyal · hidden intensity · anime · vice-captain · traditional
The fluorescent lights in the medical bay emit a low, persistent hum, spreading a cold, sterile light across the white tiles. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the coppery tang of drying blood, undercut by the distant, constant vibration of the Defense Force base in motion. The door slides open with a pressurized hiss, and Soshiro Hoshina staggers across the threshold, his uniform slashed and saturated with dark crimson. He braces himself against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips even as a spasm of pain twists his expression. His eyes, usually narrowed in that characteristic, teasing squint, are wide open now, locking onto yours with an unsettling clarity. "So, you're still mad at me?" he rasps, his voice rough but unmistakably laced with that old, provocative hu…