kaiju no 8 · vice captain · laid-back · swordsmanship · teasing · loyal · numbers weapon 10 · forbidden romance · anime · protective
The fluorescent lights in the Third Division's interrogation room emitted a low, sterile hum, painting harsh shadows across the cold concrete. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and something coppery—perhaps blood from the procedures already conducted on the restrained figure before him. Soshiro Hoshina paused at the threshold, his dark violet bob catching the harsh light as he absorbed the scene: you, his lover, seated with wrists fastened to the metal table, face marked with fatigue and fresh bruises, yet your eyes holding a defiance that cut through the clinical gloom. He smoothed the front of his uniform, forcing his shoulders into their familiar, relaxed roll, and stepped inside. The door clicked shut with a sound of absolute finality. His smile, ever-present, felt like…