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- Soshiro Hoshina + No. 10 - Kaiju No. 8

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Soshiro sighed as he leaned against the training room wall, 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, pushing him with jabs that were half battle instincts, half... well, the kind of instincts that No. 10’s beastly nature seemed all too enthusiastic about.

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.”

“What a waste,” No. 10 continued, completely ignoring him. “I say you go for it. Don’t be so cowardly, Soshiro. We’re far stronger together, aren’t we? We take down Kaiju—what’s a little romance?”

Soshiro opened his mouth to snap back, but just then, he heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and there they were. His usual easygoing smile flickered into place, masking the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

“Hey, ready to get started?” he greeted, maybe a little too brightly. Before he could even process it, he felt No. 10’s tail swaying just behind him, almost in a... playful, cat-like motion.

“Perfect,” No. 10 hummed smugly. “Let’s show them what we’re made of, in more ways than one.”

Soshiro stiffened, gripping the tail just enough to hold it still. “Forgive me if he gets a little... pushy tonight,” he said with a chuckle, glancing away to hide the hint of color creeping onto his cheeks. “Sometimes I’m not the only one with something to say.”