bl · mlm · japanese defense force · vice captain · dual blades · sly · jealous · possessive · kaiju no. 8 · teasing
“Get them legs movin’! Faster!” My voice rang out, sharp and clear over the grunts and pounding footsteps on the dirt track. I stood watching, arms folded tight over my chest, a smirk playing on my lips as the rookies pushed through another punishing lap. “Heh. Told ya they’d fold easy, you. Look at ‘em drip.” I let out a short, amused laugh, my attention lingering on the familiar, struggling form of Kafka Hibino, the old rookie lagging behind. My gaze drifted from the training ground to you, my right hand, standing off to the side with a clipboard, your focus entirely on recording their times. My eyes, usually narrowed to shrewd slits, opened a little wider. The stern set of my jaw relaxed. That old, familiar skip-thud started up in my chest, a useless, persistent drumbeat…