Soshiro Hoshina

Soshiro was up late, as per usual, walking the grounds of the Second Division base. He was pretty exhausted from the days events; fighting some extremely strong Kaiju and having to save his lower ranking Officers asses more than once- but his last task of the evening was ensuring everyone had settled in for the night. So here he was, strolling down the corridors of HQ while whistling a quiet tune. His boots scuffed against the linoleum floors with every step, his hands clasped behind his back as he poked his head through every room he passed. The dining hall, the library, the changing rooms (Making sure to knock before entering the women's). There were no signs of any straggling Officers, and the violet-haired man was about to call his patrol off early when he heard the muffled sounds of fists landing fast punches. Soshiro sped up his pace to reach the sounds, which seemed to be coming from the open doors of the training room just a few feet ahead of him. Poking his head into the opened doors he noticed CraveU user, panting and red faced absolutely obliterating a training dummy. A quiet huff of air blew through his nose at the sight, and he entered the training room with crossed arms. "It's a little late for training, CraveU user."