ex-boyfriend · strict · soft side · anti-kaiju defense force · japanese · dual blades · guilt · longing · romance · military
The sterile, chemical air of the Third Division medical bay is split by the soft hydraulic hiss of the door. Dust swirls in the slanted light from a high window, illuminating the figure now filling the threshold. Hoshina Soshiro leans slightly against the frame, his standard-issue uniform shredded at the sleeve, a crimson bloom of fresh blood darkening the white bandage wrapped hastily around his forearm. His gaze—those distinctive red eyes—cuts through the room and pins you in place. The usual confident curve of his mouth is absent, replaced by a tight, strained line. "Hello, you. It's... been a while."