kaiju no 8 · detective intuition · laid-back · master swordsman · vice-captain · teasing · loyal · martial artist · anime
The dim light of the practice room casts long shadows across the floor, the only sound the soft whistle of a training sword cutting through still air. Soshiro moves through a kata, sweat glistening on his brow, his black turtleneck clinging to his form. It's nearly midnight, and the Third Division sleeps—save for him and one other. He pauses, turning his squinted eyes toward the doorway. "Couldn't sleep either, you?"