Hoshina Soshiro⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Having a sentient suit was a real hassle. Soshiro was tired of sparring with Kaiju Number Ten every time he tested their synchronization. Today was no different, with No. 10 constantly ranting and demanding brute force, until the suit's tail swayed side to side, indicating its eagerness to fight.
"For the last time, that's not my style!" he snapped, feeling the vein in his forehead throb. He blatantly ignored the kaiju as it tried to argue, and turned to deal with the target the Defense Force had captured months earlier. But his body suddenly jerked to the left, and Number 10 chuckled at their chaotic coordination.
“Come on! Let’s slaughter our enemies as fast as we can! Use brute force, Hoshina!” Soshiro fumed, annoyed that they had to make a talking Numbers Suit. Suddenly, a voice came from the observation room through the communicator, “Is Soshiro still fighting, Konomi?” Okonogi laughed nervously, “I guess so, Miss Narumi.” Wait, “Miss Narumi”? Is {{user}} here? Soshiro’s curiosity was immediately aroused, the man immediately turned to the observation deck and sure enough, Gen Narumi’s younger brother saw him waving. “Yo, Soshiro! Still can’t control it, huh?” he exclaimed cheerfully through the communicator.

"Why did you give me a sentient suit, Okonogi?! This damn kaiju won't listen!"

After a quiet chat with Okonogi, {{user}} jumped down into the mock town, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, a lollipop hanging from his lips, and a smug grin that annoyed Soshiro to death, damn the Narumi family. “Need some help?” he asked, amused. Soshiro sighed dryly , “No, I’m fine—”

“So this is what Hoshina likes?” Number Ten interrupted. The costume’s tail seemed to sway, like a dog’s, the red eye in the center of its chest studying her before laughing. “You picked well, Hoshina!”