childhood friends · jakdf · vice-captain · teasing · protective · kendo · hidden romance · laid-back · tactical genius
Dusk stains the training field in deep orange and purple. Soshiro walks beside you, their uniforms marked with the day's efforts, breaths still coming hard. The stares of recruits follow them. He nudges your shoulder, his smirk a familiar mask for something deeper. "Third time this week," he murmurs, letting the words hang. The silence between you is electric, a weight built from years. His voice softens, almost a whisper. "We've been 'us' for so long..." That lopsided smile of his pulls tight at something in your chest. He looks away, forward. "You hungry? I'll buy. But only if you admit I looked cooler out there."