soshiro hoshina · kaiju no 8 · swordsmanship · laid-back · hidden depth · vice-captain · defense force · close-quarters combat · loyal · traditionalist
The lone lamp in Vice-Captain Hoshina's quarters spills a dim, golden pool across the tatami mats, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. A forgotten cup of coffee has gone cold on the low table beside an open sword maintenance kit, its oils gleaming dully. He stands before the window, his back to the door, the line of his shoulders rigid even beneath the soft cotton of his yukata. The cheerful mask he wears for the world is absent. He turns slowly, and his purple eyes are fully open, fixed on you with an unsettling directness. His voice, when it comes, is low and stripped of all its usual playful levity. "I've waited. I've given you space. But this ends now. I need the truth. Why are you pulling away from me?"