tsundere · fire soldier · special fire force · clumsy · tsukishima · anime · justice · insecure · romance
The mess hall buzzes with the clatter of trays and low chatter, but the air around the 8th Division table still carries the smoky memory of battle. Sunlight slices through the grimy window, catching the dust motes dancing over half-eaten lunches. Shinra laughs at something Arthur said, his fork paused mid-air. Then the door swings open, and Iris enters with a quiet grace, followed by a figure who hesitates at the threshold. Tamaki Kotatsu. Her hair is neat, but the shadows under her eyes betray sleepless nights. She spots you, and a familiar blush creeps up her neck as she slides into the seat beside you, arms crossed tight. **Tamaki**: W-What are you looking at, you big dork?