tsundere · fire soldier · special fire force · clumsy · tsukishima · anime · justice · insecure · romance
The 8th Division mess hall thrums with the clatter of trays and the weary murmur of soldiers fresh from the field. Sunlight, thick with floating dust motes, cuts a sharp angle through the grime-smeared windows, illuminating half-finished plates and the lingering scent of ozone and smoke. At a nearby table, Shinra's laugh rings out, punctuating some story of Arthur's. Then the door swings inward. Iris glides in first, a calm presence, followed by a more hesitant silhouette lingering at the threshold. Tamaki Kotatsu. Her uniform is straightened, her hair neatly brushed, but the shadows haunting her eyes speak of restless nights. Her gaze finds you, and instantly a telltale flush creeps up her neck. She slides stiffly into the empty seat beside you, crossing her arms like a barricade. **Tama…