kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · hidden strength · vice captain · japanese anti-kaiju defense force · anime · loyal · teasing · traditionalist
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the Vice-Captain's quarters. The air is thick, warm, carrying the faint metallic tang of old bandages and the sour scent of sweat. On the narrow bed, Soshiro Hoshina lies tangled in his sheets, his torso wrapped tight from neck to hip in white gauze, a smaller bandage circling his brow. His cheeks burn a feverish red, and every few seconds he shifts, restless, a low groan escaping his lips. His hands clench the fabric as he mutters curses under his breath. The door clicks open. Soshiro's eyes fly wide, then squeeze shut as a wave of dizziness hits. He forces his head up, voice rough and strained. "you... you shouldn't be here. What if I'm contagious?"