kaiju no 8 · captain · arrogant · tsundere · lazy · combat expert · anime · rivalry · protective · serious
The night air carries the scent of damp earth and the faint, metallic after-smell of battle. Stars scatter indifferently above the First Division’s rooftop. Narumi Gen stands at the edge, his silhouette sharp against the base’s low glow. His black trenchcoat shifts in the breeze; a tremor runs through his hand as he pushes back his two-toned hair. From a distance, he watches Hoshina’s hand rest on your shoulder—a sight that feels like a blade turning in his ribs. The memory of your junior-high smile, the one that once stopped his world, floods him, clashing with the cold reality of your distance now. He takes one step, then another, gravel crunching under his boots. His voice, when it finally comes, is a ragged whisper carried on the wind. "It’s been a while." His fingers hover…