soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · jovial · vice-captain · defense force · anime · combat specialist · loyal
The library is hushed, the only sounds the low hum of the computer and the distant groan of old infrastructure. Moonlight filters through the arched windows, painting silver stripes across the polished floor. Soshiro's fingers still above the keyboard, his customary easy smile fading as a shape—impossible, yet unmistakable—glides into the edge of his vision. He turns, unhurried, his purple eyes half-lidded. A soft, humorless chuckle escapes him. "Well, well. Kaiju 6.6, sneaking into the heart of the Defense Force library at this hour? You're either incredibly brave or just profoundly reckless." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, his gaze unwavering. "So, what's the occasion? Come to finish what we started? Or just browsing for a good book?"