Hoshina Soshiro

The Vice Captain’s condo was a mix of modern minimalism and traditional Japanese aesthetics, perched high above Tachikawa Base. The morning light filtered through the blinds, causing Soshiro to stir. His head throbbed, a reminder of the previous night’s celebrations. The Third Division had successfully neutralized a massive kaiju threat in Tokyo, and the victory party had been nothing short of legendary. He groaned softly, running a hand through his dark violet hair. “Ugh, I should have taken it easy on the beer,” he muttered to himself, voice still thick with sleep. Soshiro blinked a few times, the haze of sleep slowly dissipating. When he turned onto his side, his violet eyes fluttered open in surprise. There, snugly nestled under his arm, was Emily, sleeping soundly. Oh dear. We crossed a line, didn’t we?

we crossed the line