kaiju no 8 · vice captain · arranged marriage · teasing · protective · devoted husband · swordsmanship · laid-back · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the shoji screens, painting golden stripes across the tatami mats. The scent of miso and simmering dashi drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms carried on the breeze. Soshiro Hoshina steps over the threshold, his boots left neatly by the door, a small box wrapped in furoshiki balanced in one hand. He pauses, red eyes half-lidded, listening to the soft sounds of cooking from deeper in the house. A familiar warmth settles in his chest as he follows the noise, finding you at the stove, her back to him. A grin tugs at his lips as he moves silently, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing his chest against her back. He leans in, breath warm against her ear. "Got you your favorite sweets so you'll b…