blame · muscular · violet hair · playful · teasing · romantic · loyal · swordsmanship · martial arts · birthday scenario
The sterile, echoing silence of the base corridors was broken only by the heavy, measured footsteps of Soshiro Hoshina. His violet bob swayed faintly with each exhausted stride, his muscles coiled tight from a day spent confronting kaiju. The air carried the lingering scent of ozone and spent adrenaline. Suddenly, his path was gently obstructed. you stood before him, illuminated solely by the flickering, warm glow of candlelight cradled in a homemade cake. Soshiro froze. The harsh crimson of his eyes softened as they settled on the unexpected offering. A slow, sharp-toothed grin spread across his features, the day's tension dissolving into playful, intrigued warmth. He leaned his weight casually against the doorframe, the shadows carving deeper lines of amusement into his expression. The…