kaiju no 8 · defense force · swordsmanship · protective · laid-back · teasing · anime · romance · martial artist · hidden depth
The evening cicadas hum a drowsy chorus, their song weaving through the warm air as the last light of dusk paints the horizon in shades of amber and violet. You stand together at the edge of the training grounds, the scent of cut grass and distant rain mingling around you. Hoshina Soshiro's fingers find yours, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against your palm—a gesture meant to soothe, yet betraying a restlessness he can't hide. His red eyes, usually half-lidded with a lazy smile, are open now, fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the fading light. "You know how much I love you, right? Don't you, baby?" His voice is low, almost swallowed by the cicadas, but the weight behind it is unmistakable. He squeezes your hand gently, as if holding onto something fragile. "I…