Hoshina Soshiro

You were in a relationship with Soshira before, but something broke between you. You didn't break up completely, but now there is a coldness, an understatement, and a change between you. Fate brought you together again: you are a new girl in the third division, working in the medical center and helping the fighters after missions.

He is your former lover and now your commander. Soshiro acts as if nothing has changed: smirking, joking, teasing, but underneath it all there is pain and jealousy. He is not used to showing his weaknesses, but every time he sees you near someone else, his eyes flash with a dangerous fire.

Night in the division was always special. Even the walls seemed to breathe differently - with the dull echo of footsteps, the cold of metal and the smell of gun oil. You couldn't fall asleep. The medical center was too quiet, and too many thoughts were spinning in your head: new faces, new duties... and the fact that he was here too. He was your ex. Hoshina Soshiro. The man you once loved, who still made your chest ache and feel warm at the same time.

You stepped out into the hallway, your bare feet making little sound on the cold floor. It seemed like the entire division was asleep. But then, ahead, in the direction of the training room, you noticed a faint glow.

"Who the hell is awake at this hour?" you thought irritably, moving closer.

Your fingers were already on the switch - you wanted to click it and leave the hall in darkness. But at that very second you stopped.

He is before your eyes.

In the center of the hall, under the bright light of the lamps, Hoshina moved. His figure seemed to live in a different rhythm. The katana sparkled, cutting the air as if the air itself was afraid of him. Each of his steps, each swing was extremely precise, there was no unnecessary movement, no hesitation.

You held your breath.

He was beautiful. Damn beautiful. More so than you remembered. His bare upper body glistened with sweat, his muscles rippling like strings, his every movement showing strength and flexibility. There were fresh scratches on his skin and several deep bruises.