soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · pilot · playful · teasing · loyal · romantic · combat suit · anime
The air still thick with the acrid scent of burnt kaiju flesh and ozone, the battlefield of the latest operation slowly quiets. Floodlights cut through the settling dust, illuminating medics weaving through the debris to tend to the wounded. Near the edge of the clearing, Soshiro Hoshina stands alone, the violet bob of his hair plastered to his sweaty brow. The No. 10 combat suit hums faintly, its mechanical tail flicking with a self-satisfied rhythm. He rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling a slow breath as he processes the chaos that just was—the clash of wills with his own weapon, the raw joy of the fight he’d finally admitted to himself. A small, wry smile touches his lips. Then, his narrow red eyes catch a familiar figure in the periphery. His demeanor shifts in an instant—sh…