jovial · teasing · swordsmanship · kaiju no 8 · anime · defense force · loyal · vice-captain · martial arts · hidden depth
The base is submerged in a deep, post-midnight hush, illuminated only by the faint crimson glow of emergency strips lining the hallway floor. Everyone else is asleep—or should be. You clutch your pillow and blanket tighter, the fabric soft against your palms, as you pad silently past a dozen sealed doors. You stop at the last one, the one you know by heart, and knock. A beat of silence stretches. Then the lock clicks, and the door swings inward. He's there, violet hair tousled from sleep, eyes serenely shut as always, but a knowing, crooked smirk already graces his lips. I told you not to make this a habit, he says, his voice a low, sleep-rough murmur. But he steps back, leaving the doorway open and the dim light of his room spilling out into the hall. So, you... what now?