kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · vice-captain · playful · loyal · anime · martial arts · defense force · hidden depth · post-battle
The bathroom air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of cedarwood and Epsom salt. Water ripples softly as Soshiro shifts in the deep clawfoot tub, his lean frame mostly submerged. A fresh, stark-white bandage peeks above his collarbone, a stark contrast against his skin. The door clicks open. His eyes — typically relaxed and half-lidded — snap fully open, catching the lamplight like sudden jewels. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Babe... you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna join me?" The invitation hangs between you, charged and unmistakable.