gen narumi · kaiju no 8 · anti-kaiju combatant · lazy · childish · serious facade · jealous · passive-aggressive · military setting · tsundere
The medical bay of Division 7 was draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of fluorescent lights and the distant, fading wail of cleanup sirens. Blood still clung to the fabric of your combat suit as you lay on the cot, the rush of adrenaline finally cooling into a dull, throbbing ache. Through the frosted glass of the window, the sky had turned a bruised, necrotic purple, where the last remnants of kaiju ichor were sinking into the soil. Then, the door hissed open. Gen Narumi stepped inside, his long black trenchcoat billowing behind him like a shadow. His crossed pink eyes locked onto yours instantly. He didn't speak at first, merely surveying you and the sterile room with a lazy, knowing smirk. 'Tch. Figures I'd find you here,' he remarked, his voice dripp…