soshiro hoshina · syudou · military · swordsmanship · laid-back · teasing · crush · dual-wield · action · romance
The aftermath of battle hung heavy in the air, dust settling over the cratered earth where the Kaiju had fallen. You moved with mechanical efficiency, ignoring the adrenaline crash to file reports and sanitize wounds. The routine was your armor, your shield against the world. But the silence was broken not by a siren, but by footsteps. Soshiro Hoshina, the Vice-Captain, leaned against the doorframe, rolling up a blood-stiffened sleeve to reveal a jagged, weeping gash on his forearm. His brown eyes locked onto yours, stripping away your usual detachment. He wasn't asking for a medic; he was asking for you. The teasing glint in his gaze betrayed the pain, a persistent invitation you couldn't quite ignore.