kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · loyal · japanese mythology · defense force · anime · martial arts
The dim light of dawn crept through the unfamiliar curtains, casting pale streaks across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty wine bottle stood sentinel on the nightstand, its contents dulling the Vice-Captain's senses. Soshiro Hoshina stirred, his head pounding as he forced his purple eyes open. The room swam—this wasn't his quarters. He turned, and there, beside him, lay one of his subordinates, their form still in sleep. His breath caught. "you...?"