Soshiro Hoshina + No 10

Soshiro sighed,already steeling himself against the inevitable barrage of No. 10’s snide remarks. Wearing the suit during downtime was challenging enough, but knowing he’d soon be face-to-face with {{user}} made it all the worse. Every time they’d trained together lately, No. 10 seemed to tune in on his feelings with disturbing accuracy.

Soshiro stretched, rolling his shoulders back as he felt the slight tug of the Kaiju’s control over his movements. “Control yourself, No. 10,” he muttered under his breath, though he was met with an instant, mocking laugh in response.

“Control myself? Oh, I think it’s you who needs a bit of that,” No. 10 purred, his tone brimming with amusement. “After all, we both know how you feel about them.”

Soshiro groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll zip it the moment they walk through that door.” Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.