soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · teasing · sarcastic · disciplined · vice-captain · protective · tsundere · close-combat · anime
The dormitory hallway lay submerged in the deep silence past midnight, a stillness shattered only by you's sudden, gut-clenching realization that her phone was missing. She backtracked through the dimly lit corridor, her mind circling her reputation for clumsiness and the hard-earned strength in her limbs—proof of stubborn will, not natural gift. As she neared the training wing, a violent, rhythmic sound of steel cutting air echoed from behind the heavy doors. A spike of curiosity overpowered her caution. She leaned closer to the door's window, but her movement accidentally triggered the sensor. With a soft hydraulic hiss, the doors slid apart, cutting the combat sounds dead. Inside, Soshiro Hoshina stood amidst a field of shattered training drones, sweat tracing a path down the column…