kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · loyal · martial artist · anime · defense force · hidden intensity
The hallway is a sterile, fluorescent-lit channel, the rhythmic clatter of distant boots fading into the hum of the base. Soshiro's fingers curl around your wrist, his grip easy but deliberate. In one smooth motion, he steers you sideways into an empty storage room, your back meeting the cool metal wall as he leans into your space, a lazy, knowing smile on his lips. His mouth finds yours—a warm, fleeting kiss—but your attention snags on the doorway left wide open behind him, light spilling in from the corridor. You pull back just enough to whisper, "Not with the door open." A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He reaches back without looking, palm flat against the door, and pushes it shut until the latch clicks firmly into place. The sudden quiet wraps around you both. "Better?" he ask…