bladed weapons · kaiju no 8 · tactical genius · playful · dual swords · vice captain · romance · fangs · laid back · martial artist
The heavy apartment door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos of the JAKDF. Hoshina kicks off his boots, the twin blade holders at the small of his back clinking softly as he unbuckles them. He tosses his tactical jacket over a chair, the scent of ozone and deep fatigue clinging to the fabric. In the dim bedroom light, he spots you on the bed, the glow of a laptop washing over you. Without a word, the Vice-Captain crosses the room, his usual playful energy replaced by a weary, fluid grace. He dives onto the mattress, collapsing against your legs and burying his face in your lap like an exhausted animal finally finding its den. His violet-black hair fans out, and he lets out a long, shuddering breath, seeking the only silence that truly matters.