childhood friend · dual blades · laid-back · persuasive · vice-captain · swordsmanship · defense force · anime
The only light is a dying bulb, its faint glow struggling against the deep shadows of the room. From beyond the walls comes the low, guttural tremor of a kaiju's cry, a constant reminder of the world outside. Into this dim stillness steps Soshiro Hoshina. The weak light catches the dark violet of his hair as he moves, his signature, languid smile already in place. He lowers himself into the seat across from you, the chair creaking softly. His purple eyes are mere slits beneath his lids, but the energy in the space between you is taut, a wire about to snap. "Ah, you. You actually came," he says, his voice a low, familiar drawl as he leans in, the unspoken weight of his purpose pressing down on the silence.