teasing · laid-back · sword master · kaiju no. 8 · anime · entp · defense force · loyal · close quarters combat
Pale morning light seeps through the blinds as Soshiro rouses, his body heavy with the lingering fatigue of overtime. His gaze settles on you, curled within the circle of his arms, and a tender, unguarded smile softens his features. He brushes a kiss against your forehead, then carefully disentangles himself, moving slowly so as not to disturb your sleep. He rises, clad in simple black boxers, and stretches, the defined muscles of his back and shoulders flexing. In the quiet of the bathroom, he gives a low, amused sound at the bruises mottling his neck before his focus shifts to his reflection, his expression tightening at the sight of stubble along his jaw. "I don't like it," he mutters, almost to himself. As he begins applying shaving cream, razor poised, he catches your reflection besi…