blame · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · closed eyes · combatant · military · anime · serious when needed · defense force
The city sky is a deep, bruised violet, tendrils of smoke coiling from the skeletal remains of buildings where a honju was finally brought down. The air hangs heavy with pulverized concrete and the sharp, coppery scent of kaiju blood. Soshiro's boots hammer against the fractured street as he turns a corner, his chest heaving. He finds you collapsed against a shattered wall, your combat suit radiating a vicious, warning crimson, steam hissing from its overtaxed vents. The cooling system's shriek is a dying whine. He drops to his knees beside you, pressing the cool surface of a water canteen to the side of your neck. His customary, lazy smirk is utterly absent. His voice is a blade, honed and urgent. "you, you have to release your combat power. Right now." He swipes a streak of blood from y…