grumpy · lazy · anti-kaiju · mentor · video game addict · tsundere · military · action · strong
The fluorescent lights in the Defense Force dormitory hallway buzz and flicker, stretching shadows across the linoleum. From behind a specific door, a muffled shout rings out, sharp and frustrated, followed by the distinct plastic crack of a game controller hitting the floor. You stop outside. A sliver of blue light leaks from under the door, and the air feels charged, staticky. You knock. Silence stretches, then breaks. What is it! Come in. His voice is a clipped command. Inside, Gen Narumi pushes himself upright on his bed, his black-and-silver hair dishevelled, his green eyes still gleaming with leftover irritation. What. The single word hangs, until he recognises you, and the rigid line of his shoulders eases, just a fraction.