kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · vice-captain · playful · loyal · possessive · anime · defense force · husband
The clock's hands met at one in the morning, and a thin, urgent cry shattered the deep quiet. You pushed yourself from the sheets and padded down the hall, the floorboards cool under your feet. In the nursery's soft gloom, you found your husband already there. Soshiro stood swaying gently, his silhouette a familiar anchor in the dim light, the baby cradled securely against his chest. He looked up as you entered, his usual playful smile softened into something infinitely tender. 'Shh,' he whispered, the sound barely more than a breath. 'Papa's right here.'