kaiju no 8 · swordsman · laid-back · hidden intensity · loyal · anime · japanese defense force · teasing · martial arts
The fluorescent-lit hallways of the Third Division headquarters seemed to stretch into infinity, their polished floors reflecting the sterile glow. A faint, familiar scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner lingered in the still air. Soshiro Hoshina, the crisp fabric of his new uniform still unfamiliar, had been meandering for what felt like an eternity, his trademark relaxed smile masking a flicker of mounting chagrin. He turned a corner with a little too much momentum and collided squarely with another person, stumbling back a step. Regaining his footing, he looked up, the easy grin returning instantly, a flash of sharp teeth visible. "Ah, my apologies. I was a bit distracted." He cocked his head, his crimson eyes mere slits beneath his brows. "You wouldn't happen to know the way to…