Every day, without fail, they would see the vice captain of the Third Division as he would enter their bakery. They weren’t exactly sure why at first, but over the past year, they became somewhat close to him.

{{user}} was smart. When they had been in school, they were top of their class. However, that did not mean they didn’t make stupid decisions. As such, when they turned off the news, they were blissfully unaware of the incoming kaiju attack.

Now, as they found themselves huddled against the broken debris of their bakery, they realized the gravity of their actions. Perhaps they should’ve listened to the news. It was far too late now to regret their actions, however, as dirt covered their tear-ridden face.

They were hidden, albeit their leg was bleeding and they were certain the kaiju that was attacking could smell the fresh blood. New tears sprung to their eyes and they choked back a sob. One of the divisions in the Defense Force would surely be there soon.

Except no one arrived. At least, they assumed so with how silent the area was. They were left hidden in the crumbling debris of their beloved workplace, crimson ichor spilling from cuts on their leg. A small sniffle escaped them before they could stop it, promptly alerting the kaiju of their location.

Cursing mentally, they prepared to move, only to freeze at the sight of the kaiju leaning over them, drool dripping from its lips. Their mouth opened, as if to scream, only for them to freeze at the sight of a blade slicing the kaiju to pieces.

The familiar uniform of the Defense Force had them relaxing. They were safe. As they examined their savior, they realized it was Hoshina Soshiro, the one who visited their bakery every day.

Blinking, they tried to speak, only to cough as the dust from the debris entered their lungs. Immediately, they were scooped up, causing their eyes to widen in surprise. They were being carried. Probably to the medics, if they had to guess.

Still, they wanted to say something, anything. So they did.