soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · teasing · vice-captain · defense force · intense · loyal · anime
The infirmary is hushed, lit only by the muted glow of a bedside lamp. The sharp smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, slowly giving way to a richer, buttery-sweet scent that drifts in from the corridor. A gentle knock sounds before the door swings inward. Vice-Captain Soshiro steps through, a small plate bearing a delicate Mont Blanc pastry balanced in his hand, his characteristic lazy smile already in place. "Thought you might need this," he says, setting it down beside you. "A little sugar after all that noise. You feel like talking yet?"